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Scrawled on a black invitation in beautiful, gold coloured handwritten calligraphy is the date and time of the party, as well as one of Vena's addresses. Beautiful waterfront property just outside of a nearby city. The time on the invitation is listed as 8PM. Vena's attempt to accommodate any guests who may not be able to face the sun. Vena has a preference for nighttime anyway.

The home, itself, sits on a large piece of land with a well manicured and expansive garden on one side, and the harbour on the other. Inside, the home is very open, with plenty of space for party goers to lounge, and plenty of rooms for them to disappear into. There are only two bedrooms closed to the guests: Vena's own and one that that he keeps for his partner. There are floor to ceiling windows that look out over the large deck (where there's ample seating and a fire pit that will have a fire burning all night) and the harbour.

The decor and furnishings, themselves, are all dark shades (and not all white like in the picture!) of varying colours. Greys, blues, reds, and black, of course, with gold and silver accents and the occasional white showing up in a variety of places to break up the darkness.

There is a vast array of finger foods and an open bar, as well as a chef in the kitchen should anyone desire something a little more substantial to eat. He may even have a few humans set aside who are willing to be fed on, should that be what someone wants. Well, more like they're willing to do anything Vena asks, but to Vena, it's all the same thing.

As for the actual guests, an invite has gone out to anyone who isn't human, from demons to mythical creatures and everything in between. That isn't to say that humans aren't permitted (as more than snacks and servants) because they are, but as a +1. They must have something not human to accompany them, who will then be responsible for them for the evening. Don't let you humans get out of hand and ruin it for everyone else. The dress code is semi-formal and the colours are black and gold, just like the invitation.

Vena, himself, is dressed a little more than usual, with a few pieces of gold jewelry and some simple black around his eyes to fit his chosen colour scheme.

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If Vena's throwing a party (an actual party, not an orgy), Su-jin is going to be there. Honestly, he's probably at a majority of Vena's events (even the orgies) to help manage logistics when Vena gets engrossed or bored. He's somewhat of an unofficial co-host and bouncer, ensuring everyone is entertained and behaving appropriately. Su-jin may seem meek because he's soft-spoken, but he certainly has the strength and dedication to see someone out of the house if they're disobeying any of Vena's edicts.

Contrary to the official host, Su-jin's a proper semi-formal tuxedo in black with gold filigree embroidered into the jacket. Black isn't his first choice as he's a man who loves color (oh how he misses the days when men paraded around like peacocks!), but this is Vena's party so he'll honor the incubus' choice of dress code. Throughout the evening, he can be found in various locations indoors and out, checking up on guests, socializing, ensuring the food and drink are available, maybe doting on a certain selkie if he's present.

Snake isn't sure how he ended up with an invitation to this party, but he isn't going to miss the chance to see who (or what) might show up. He doesn't know anyone of the attendees personally, and knows of Vena only through his reputation. Maybe he's just a very eccentric human guy, who knows? The only way to find out was to go to his party.

The invitation was definitely meant for whoever lived in the apartment before him. But, since it has no name on it, Snake isn't turned away despite – very technically – having someone else's invitation.

It's obvious in every important way that Snake is just an average human (is he, though?). He looks and smells like one. He gives off no aura or energy that indicates anything but that. One who's trying very hard not to walk up to every single attendee and ask them what exactly they are.

Loitering near the drinks a good way to strike up conversation. After a time, he can be found outside by the fire pit. There's a tiredness to him later in the evening that does little to dampen his enthusiasm to chat with anyone and everyone who comes near enough, though. The downfall of being a baseline human who still requires regular amounts of sleep.

Of course Iseul was delighted to get an invitation to his friend's party. Not only is Vena a friend, but it's always a pleasure to attend an event Iseul isn't responsible for. For once, he won't plan to attend alone. No, he'll invite his vampire companion should he wish to come as well (another little public display).

Upon arrival, Iseul seeks Vena out to present him with a gift. It's something Vena's familiar with from attendance at Iseul's own events: an amulet imbued with Fae glamour that suppresses the natural effect Vena has on others. It allows him to be in crowded settings without causing everyone to fall all over themselves for him. Though, it does lose efficacy as the group gets smaller. But, at least it's something. Knowing Vena's tastes, Iseul fashioned his gift in the form of a simple gold wrist cuff.

For the rest of the evening, Iseul will do some socializing and spend a good deal of time in Vena's garden.

Zhiyi isn't much for socializing. With humans. They're so short-lived so much about them seems shallow and fleeting. They have as little desire to mingle among humans as humans have for trying to socialize with their cattle. There are, of course, exceptions. Some humans can be interesting. No species is a monolith. Maybe some human will find a particularly interesting cow one day.

This sort of soirée is different, though. This promised to be an evening dominated by those creatures, like themself, who now live in obscurity; the sort who live in secret among humans (or hiding from them). Why would Zhiyi miss the chance to acquaint themself with the local monsters? There are likely some Zhiyi's encountered before, other vampires most likely. There are also likely some they have not.

Their nature prompts them to remain aloof, but that's no way to treat fellow monsters. So they mingle, notably taking neither food nor drink as the evening moves on. They join other groups and conversations with a quiet confidence, a certainty that they belong everywhere they choose to be. It makes their entrance in any conversation seem more natural. As if, of course Zhiyi would have something to add.

Bunny didn't have an invitation. HE doesn't even have the excuse of not knowing what an invitation is. He knows very well from both his life on the Moon and his time in Wonderland. He happened to be spending time in a very fine garden when he also happened to notice a lot of people (many of whom didn't smell particularly human) coming and going.

It's easy to slip behind a bush and put on his human mien to explore the goings-on. Good thing he's usually in black so he doesn't stand out too much as he starts to wander among the guests and this very fine house!

The invitation wasn't for Kun-woo; it was for Yesung. Yesung, of course, is older than Kun-woo and, ergo, might know the host and a portion of the other guests. It was definitely intended for him, but Kun-woo came along as his plus one. He's doing his best to play it cool among all these seasoned monsters... alas, being newly introduced to this side of the world and being a baby vampire, well, he stands out more than anyone else.

Everything is so wondrous! He stares with wide eyes, he hangs on every snippet of conversation either directed at him or within his now more-significant-than-before earshot. Just beneath his skin, he's vibrating at a frequency that could shatter glass. He just wants to meet everyone who's here tonight! They all look so cool and interesting!

Sivan so rarely gets an invite to things like these. It's his own fault, though, really. He doesn't exactly make it easy for people to track him down to send out an invitation. He so often has a different face and name, his address is always changing, he's even constantly changing cellphones. Even if people did want to invite him to anything (and surely they want to. He's a delight), he's hard to nail down. Not that Sivan ever needs an invite to show up somewhere, but an invite at least tells him that something is happening, otherwise he has a tendency to find out after the fact.

Save for a few gold rings, Sivan is dressed entirely in black. Tailored black suit and a black shirt, black eyeliner and black nails. He likes to think he'd fit in great with a group of high school goths. Maybe that's what he'll be next time? Could be fun! Anyway, Sivan loads up a plate with food before he starts to inflict himself upon others, getting in the middle of conversations like he's been a part of them from the very beginning. He spends some time out in the garden and on the deck overlooking the harbour too, as well as takes a self-guided tour of the house. He never makes it to these sorts of things so he's getting the most out of the night that he can.

In all of his time in his current situation, he's come across exactly one downside to only looking human but not actually being human: Most of their vices don't really do for him what he wants them to do. Not without some considerable effort. Considering the guest list for this particular party, he has to assume that the bar and the alcohol that it's stocked with are for little more than show. A party just doesn't seem like a party without alcohol and the like. Plus the fact that it's all expensive alcohol doesn't go unnoticed. As if the house and everything else aren't already a show of the host's wealth. Of course there's also probably a small handful of attendees who have a lower tolerance for these sorts of things.

Not that any of that stops Three from already being three bottles deep into the incubus' pricey liquor.

Three has become a familiar face at parties, both human and monster alike. If he hears even a whisper on the air of such a thing, he'll show up, invited or not. If he's going to self-destruct, he's going to have fun doing it, at least. This one, though, he actually received an invitation for. An invitation with a name he no longer associates with because it's a name that doesn't belong to him, alone. It almost became the one party he turned down. Almost.

He showed up to the party wearing a very eye-catching shiny gold tailored suit with a leopard print on both of the jacket and pants. Beneath that is a simple black dress shirt with almost half the buttons undone. One might guess that he's looking for attention and given that quiet, down time gives him a chance to dwell on his solitude, one might just be right. Snatching the bottle out of the bartender's hand instead of allowing him to pour another drink, Three starts to drift from conversation to conversation, group to group, though he'll move on quickly if it doesn't seem like they'll give him what he's looking for. Fun, attention, distractions, a pain and suffering unlike that which he usually feels.

And if he can't find a conversation or group of people he likes, he'll pick a relatively clear spot to dance, and try to get those around him to dance along with him. It's a party!

Invitation-only parties like this are precisely why Lucifer keeps an Earthly address. Even the most carefully send piece of mail is very likely to go astray if it's merely addressed to Hell. So he has his bar with its loft just above. A place to rest his head when he's out of the basement; a place to receive mail. Most of it is junk. Even the Devil can't stop spammers from sending junk mail.

Nowhere in Vena's invitation did it specify that one had to arrive promptly at the beginning time, so Lucifer didn't. Maybe an hour or so into it, a sudden wave of what can only be described as incredibly oppressive vibes ripples out. It's a sensation that's heavy, dark, like the air pressure suddenly got higher, or gravity stronger. The human's look ill, swooning. The non humans react differently. Some feel it keenly and loathe it. Some revel in it. To some it's little more than some new wavelength drifting through the air.

It lasts only a moment or two before the Prince of Darkness himself reigns it in. As he so often does on this side of the world. He knows the effects his aura can have on the unsuspecting and unprepared. And how on Earth would he ever be able to seduce anyone into so-called evil or temptation if being within a thousand feet of him made them violently ill?

He strolls in wearing something stylish, yet striking. It's reminiscent of military uniforms of yore, almost like something a modern writer would conjure up for a fantasy world prince. Black with brilliant, shimmer gold details and thread work, the cape draped over him like liquid metal under the lights. Even his plus one, Wolf, is dressed in that old timey militaristic style. Said plus one sticks close for all of ten minutes before scampering off to go check out the food and drink options, maybe give some schooling to the bartender.

Lucifer, however, prefers to mingle. He'll gravitate toward hell-spawn first and foremost (his precious children), and then seek out other companionship. Truly a social butterfly, he slips in and out of groups and conversations like water through cracks, seamlessly insinuating himself wherever and with whomever he chooses to be with easy smiles, laughs, and charm.

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