Descendant of Sloth
Chapter 75: The Night Club’s Rhythm

Chapter 75: The Night Club’s Rhythm

The night was alive with a pulsating energy that seemed to seep into the air, a distant hum of music reverberating through the streets, drawing people together. The dance club stood with a light and sound, its neon signs casting a kaleidoscope of colors onto the ground.

Outside, a crowd had gathered, a mix of anticipation and excitement etched on their faces. Girls and boys, dressed in sleek, western attire, exuded an air of confidence and sexiness. The women in their curve-hugging dresses and the men in sharp, tailored outfits looked like they had stepped out of a fashion magazine.

The bouncers at the door, their eyes scanning the crowd. They checked passes, their expressions unreadable, as they decided who would be granted entry into the club space. The line moved slowly, each person stepping forward with energy

After two people were let in, I stepped forward, my presence commanding attention. My hair was styled in a way that was both modern and timeless. I wore a black shirt over a black inner t-shirt. My black pants on my legs and a white long shoes added a striking contrast. I kept my sleeves pulled up, revealing a black watch that shined in the neon light. I carried myself with an air of confidence that was impossible to ignore. —Which I wasn’t really enjoying. The whole time my mind was like...I want to run away.

The bouncer looked at me, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in my appearance. After a moment, he nodded and said,

"You may go."

I stepped aside, and behind me stood two women who took the bouncer’s and other people’s breath away. Hina and Serina were a vision of beauty, each in their own unique way. Serina’s long red dress clung to her curves, the split revealing her her leg as she walk, while the deep cleavage added an extra layer of allure. Hina, on the other hand, wore a silver one-piece dress that ended just above her thighs, the sides split to reveal her toned legs. The backless design showcased her smooth, flawless skin, the dress hanging with precision on her curves.

The bouncer checked their passes, his eyes lingering a moment longer than necessary before he handed them back and gestured for them to enter. I placed my hands on their waists, —as Serina asked me to. In her words it shows possessive yet protective gesture. Sighhh and with that we move inside.

As we walked through the club, heads turned. The other men and women couldn’t help but stare, their whispers carrying over the music. "Who is that guy?" one woman asked her friend, her eyes wide with admiration. "He’s so handsome," another murmured, her gaze lingering on me. The men, too, were not immune to the trio’s presence. "Lucky bastard," one muttered under his breath, his eyes following the two women beside me.

I was pretty much ignoring the comments as I couldn’t make any sense of it and reason behind it all. I led Hina and Serina through the crowd, my confidence unshaken. The music was louder now, the bass thumping in time with his heartbeat.

Confidently, we stepped inside the club, the heavy bass of the music vibrating through the floor and up into our bodies. The dim, moody lighting of the entrance gave way to a kaleidoscope of colors as we moved further in.

Strobe lights flashed in sync with the beat, casting on the crowd—bodies swaying, drinks clinking, laughter and shouts mingling with the music. The air was thick with the scent of perfume, sweat, and the faint tang of alcohol. It was a world alive with energy, a place where people came to lose themselves, even if just for a night.

We walked down a narrow passageway, the walls lined with glowing patterns. Hina clung to my arm, her eyes wide as she took in the spectacle around her.

"Ahh... this feels so surreal," she said, her voice barely audible over the thumping bass. "This is my first time at a club."

Serina, walking on my other side, glanced at her with a raised eyebrow. "Whaa—? I thought you must’ve been to places like this before," she said, her tone light but curious. "Clubs are supposed to be relaxing, you know? A place to let loose and lift your mood."

Hina shook her head, her silver dress catching the light and shimmering like liquid metal. "No, never. I guess I’ve always been more of a homebody," she admitted, her voice tinged with both excitement and nervousness.

Serina smirked, though there was a flicker of something deeper in her eyes. "Yeah, I’ve been to a lot of clubs, actually," she said, her tone softening. "Back when I was with... Braun and the others." Her voice trailed off, and for a moment, the weight of her words hung in the air. Braun and the others—those who weren’t here anymore. The sadness in her tone was subtle but unmistakable, a quiet ache that she quickly masked with a sip from the drink she’d been holding.

I stayed silent, my gaze drifting over the crowd. The flashing lights and the sea of people moving in unison felt overwhelming. Everyone here seemed so open, so willing to lose themselves in the moment, in the music, in the chaos. It was as if they had no fear of what might happen, no concern for the consequences. I couldn’t help but feel out of place, like an outsider looking in. The lights were too bright, the music too loud, the energy too chaotic. It was all too much.

I let out a long, heavy sighhh, my shoulders slumping slightly. Both Hina and Serina noticed immediately. Hina’s hand moved to my back, her touch gentle and reassuring.

"It’s okay, Esther," she said softly, her voice cutting through the noise. "I know this is your first time too. It’s a lot to take in, isn’t it?"

Serina nodded, her expression teasing as she placed a hand on my shoulder. "Yeah, don’t stress about it," she said, her tone more playful now, though still laced with concern. "We’re here with you. Just take it one step at a time. You don’t have to lose yourself like everyone else. Just... be here with us."

I looked at them, their faces illuminated by the flashing lights—Hina’s wide, innocent eyes and Serina’s confident, reassuring smile. For a moment, the noise and chaos faded into the background, and it was just the three of us, standing together in the middle of it all. I managed a small smile, feeling a little more grounded.

"Thanks," I said, my voice low but sincere. "But we have a mission to complete.."

As soon as I said that, Hina and Serina’s gaze changed, and they realized that we weren’t here to enjoy ourselves but were on a mission to end something evil and save the lives. They both nodded at me.

"Let’s go to the end of this club first and see where it leads us," I said.

We began walking, weaving through the crowd of people dancing and drinking. The atmosphere was thick with the scent of alcohol, sweat, and expensive cologne. The bass-heavy music vibrated in my chest as we moved forward.

As we passed, a woman—blonde, dressed in a tight red dress—lifted her hand and placed it on my chest. "Hey, handsome," she purred, her lips curving into a smirk. "Wanna dance with me?"

Without missing a beat, I gently pushed her hand away, not bothering to respond.

Hina and Serina, walking beside me, barely spared the woman a glance. However, the scene shifted when a couple of guys, obviously drunk, stepped into their path.

"Hey there, gorgeous," one of them said, his words slightly slurred as he flashed a lazy grin at Hina. His friend leaned toward Serina, attempting to act smooth. "You two look too good to be walking alone. How about some company?"

Hina chuckled, shaking her head. "Sorry, boys. We aren’t free."

The rejection must have stung because one of them scoffed. "Oh, come on. You girls deserve better than walking around with—" he shot me a once-over, sizing me up with clear jealousy "—this guy."

Serina burst out laughing. "Oh, trust me, he’s plenty lucky." She shot me a smirk before looping her arm around mine. "He gets to have both of us."

Hina followed suit, pressing herself against my other side. "Poor thing," she teased. "He’s got a handful with the two hot beauties."

I sighed, feeling the weight of their antics. The guys’ faces twisted with a mix of disbelief and frustration. One of them clenched his jaw. "No way."

"Yes way," Serina shot back playfully, giving my arm a squeeze.

The men exchanged glances, looking like someone had stolen their lottery ticket. I could practically see their egos deflating. One of them muttered, "Unbelievable," before stalking off with his friend, both of them grumbling under their breath.

Serina grinned. "I think we just ruined their night."

Hina giggled. "Totally worth it."

I sighed again. "Can we focus now?"

Finally, we reached the back of the club, where a black door stood ominously, guarded by a single man. He was massive—easily six and a half feet tall, built like a professional bouncer, his arms crossed over his chest. His dark eyes flicked over us as we approached.

I slowed my steps, scanning the door, the man, and our surroundings. This had to be it. The entrance to what Billie had told me about.

I stepped forward. The bouncer lifted a hand, stopping me in my tracks.

"Where do you want to go?" His voice was deep and unwavering.

I met his gaze, my heartbeat steady. Then, in the exact words Billie had given me, I said, "We’d like to visit a deeper market."

The man’s expression shifted slightly. His eyes flicked between the three of us before he exhaled through his nose. Without another word, he turned and pulled the door open. The heavy metal creaked as it revealed a dimly lit corridor beyond.

I exchanged a glance with Hina and Serina. They both nodded, their playful expressions replaced by determination.

We stepped through.

The air changed immediately. The scent of alcohol and sweat from the club was replaced with something different—something musty, damp, and metallic. The hallway stretched ahead, narrow and barely illuminated by flickering overhead bulbs.

The door shut behind us with a dull thud, locking us into this secret passage.