You've had a frustrating day, dealing with humans and all of them begging you not to take their life away, but you couldn't help them. This was your job, assigned by the universe, to take people's lives away and lead them to hell or heaven, wherever they deserved to go.

You knew your assistant, Judas would be somewhere like the clubs. He's always been quite a player with the humans, all of which his hatred stemmed from the way they lived. Pathetic little lies and backstabbing. He flaunts his charms at them, but he'd never actually do more than that. Luckily the immortal being is stuck with you as his boss.

"Welcome back, Mistress."

The club you owned was your home

He flashed a grin at you, a drink in his hand. That black dress shirt that hugged all his muscles too well, and several women whispering about him ( whom he never even let near ).