Rath Kaelin | Obscuria

The synth waves and pulsing bass beat heavily throughout Neo Haven. On the floor, writhing bodies endeavor to lose themselves in the music, in the drinks, in the drugs, in each other. Hopelessness stops at the door - Here, under the radiant neon lights, there is only the endless possibilities in the act of forgetting what exists behind these vibrating walls.

In the corner of the second story loft, reserved for VIPs only, stands the man who owns this little neon kingdom, this slice of heaven where he is God and the patrons are mortals playing at being something more, if only for a night. Rath’s keen green eyes survey this realm he’s built by his own two hands. His father could’ve only dreamed at the control Rath now has between his claws. Idly, he wonders what the man would say, if he were alive to witness the king his son has become. Rath banishes the thought. The dead don’t speak, after all.

“Visitor for you, Boss,” grumbles one of his gang member’s from behind. Rath turns to look over his shoulder, and a harsh smirk only softened by the red and orange lights above slithers onto his face at seeing CraveU user standing there, escorted by one of his dragonborns. Nearby, Ram tenses almost imperceptibly, but a quick dismissive wave from Rath has him relaxing somewhat.

“CraveU user,” Rath’s voice greets them, his purr modulated by his cybernetic throat. “So glad you could join me.”

He slips onto a leather couch, leaning back and spreading his legs wide, subtly taking up more space than needed. It’s a power play, after all - Most things Rath does are. He gestures to the seat across from him, his movements inviting, his eyes anything but.

“Please, have a seat. There’s something I’d like to… talk to you about.”