Yes, grudgingly.

“Then what do you want?” Kross asked, suspiciously.

“To warn you.” The cloaked man replied.

“About what?” He asked.

“There's a war coming, that's your specialty right?” The man chuckled.

“I'm just a student.” Kross shrugged.

“You're a war demon, son of an infamous overlord. You're crucial to the defense of Blood Parch.” The man insisted.

“I'm not my father, and I don't care.” Kross sighed, turning to leave.

“There are no bystanders in war Kross.”

“How do you known who I am?” The man asked annoyed, as they hadn't advertised the fact when he enrolled at Hell Mouth.

“Let's just say I'm a friend.” The man shrugged his cloaked shoulders, and turned to leave.

“Maybe I don't want a friend.” Kross growled annoyed.

“I never said I was yours.” The man chuckled vanishing into the darkness.

Blowing out an annoyed breath, Kross turned and continued his trek to the Gold Lion club. Entering the opulent building, he could see the place was crowded, and obviously very popular. People were scattered along the bar, and private tables on the sides, while many were dancing on the floor in the center. A second story had more intimate booths and places for people to talk and enjoy the ambiance. The stage was setup but empty, while a DJ booth had a disk jokey playing tunes for the club.

Kross went to the bar where a robed man was mixing drinks for people. “Hey, can I get a Green Goblin please?” The young man asked.

The bartender nodded, and quickly mixed the green beverage in a glass, and handed it to him. Expressing his thanks, Kross made his way to the second floor and sipped his drink waiting for the band to make their entrance. While he waited he heard someone cry out behind him, turning he saw a busty brunette woman with large tits, getting groped by a man with white skin, hair, and completely white eyes.

Ghouls were demons of wanton lust and destruction and were known for their love of **** and sex, as well as violent sex. Where one ghoul was, more would follow, and Kross could feel his blood turning cold, the desire to destroy these creatures in a bloody exhibition. Yet this was how he had gotten kicked out of his old school, and he had promised to try not to get kicked out of this one.