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Post by superkamiguy1 on Oct 19, 2024 22:27:51 GMT
The Daemon loomed over Shigaraki, his shadow stretching ominously across the broken ground. Shigaraki, still reeling from the pain, watched in disbelief as his ankle—the one that had been severed moments ago—began to heal. Bone knit together, muscle reformed, and skin smoothed over the wound until it was as if the injury had never happened. But instead of relief, dread filled Shigaraki’s veins. His body trembled as he scrambled to his feet, unsteady, like a newborn fawn trying to escape a predator it had no hope of outrunning. He turned to flee, panic making his limbs jerk with desperation. But the Daemon was faster. Before Shigaraki had even taken two steps, the Daemon appeared in front of him, the movement so fast it was like he had simply materialized. A grin stretched across the Daemon's face, and he bared his fangs, eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. "We’re going to play a little game," the Daemon said, his voice low and dripping with malice. "It’s called *I’m the Predator, and you’re the Prey.*" Shigaraki froze, eyes wide, his breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps. "All you have to do," the Daemon continued, leaning in close enough for Shigaraki to feel the chill radiating from him, "is survive me... for five minutes." He paused, savoring Shigaraki’s fear. "*Starting now.*"Before Shigaraki could even process the words, the Daemon’s hand lashed out. With casual brutality, he backhanded Shigaraki across the face, the force of the blow sending him flying through the air like a ragdoll. Shigaraki’s body hurtled through the night, crashing through buildings and debris, until he was flung straight through the shattered window of an empty middle school. The impact shook the structure, leaving a trail of destruction behind him. The Daemon stood still for a moment, licking his lips, savoring the thrill of the hunt. He inhaled deeply, as if the taste of Shigaraki’s terror was intoxicating. Then, with deliberate slowness, he reached behind him. His claws dug into the flesh at the base of his neck, and with a sickening squelch, he pulled. From his own body, he extracted what looked like a sword, but it was no ordinary weapon. The handle was jagged, made from his own spine, the vertebrae twisted and cruelly sharpened. The blade itself pulsed with dark energy, a grotesque mixture of the Daemon’s blood and the malevolent power that flowed through him, dripping like ink onto the ground. As the Daemon’s body healed from the self-inflicted wound, his wings stretched, each flap sending out a gust of wind that scattered the rubble at his feet. His eyes locked onto the distance, where Shigaraki had crashed, and with a sinister grin, he leapt into the air, his wings carrying him toward his prey. The chase had begun.
"Yo" Dearie glanced at Adam. "Should we put a stop to this? At the very least put this asshole *points at Shigaraki* out of his misery. At least with Lute and I, we just kill a bitch but this is barbaric" "Stay out of this" Dearie scowled. "You being the First Man should know that, when it concerns vampires, whatever happens happens. And so far this creature hasn't harmed an innocent. Even if it did, we stay out of it unless there's an apocalyptic scenario. Besides, that Boy(Shigaraki) down there brought it on himself." "She's right. We have no jurisdiction in this manner. Besides, Shigaraki was willing to slaughter billions in his pettiness. I feel bad for the child he was but as an adult he has dug his own grave. I'm going to send Emily to bed. Keep an eye on things here and inform me if the situation escalates." Dearie nodded. "We'll handle things here, Sera, take your time." "I will. Thank you." She flew away with her daughter in her arms. Meanwhile, Lute was studying the situation down on Earth. "Hey, so, if we're watching all of this then Hell likely is too right? Should...should we be concerned about that?" - Lute wasn't wrong about that. All of Hell was either watching the beatdown or listening to it on the Radio and cheering it on madly. Whether it was through Vox's screens or Alastor's radio play-by-play, they were getting all of it and treating it like a sporting event as they cheered on the slaughter unfolding. Charlie meanwhile had closed herself off in her room with Vaggie and was waiting for it to be over so Lucifer was sitting down in the hotel's lobby and watching the show with a bucket of popcorn in his hand. "I understand why she felt she had to retreat but this is honestly Gold." He commented. Meanwhile, another Demoness in the guise of a black and white clown suit with white makeup and black facepaint and lines down her eyes and black lipstick on with lines slid up her cheeks merrily kicked her feet as she observed the show unfolding on Earth.  "I hope you're paying attention." Pallor Pantomime commented to her little sister Ivory Vex who was laying on the rooftop behind her gasping for breath and holding her stomach wound. "This is how a professional handles their business. Not like you and that Earth buffoon losing to an untrained Chosen." |
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Oct 19, 2024 23:08:30 GMT
The Daemon loomed over Shigaraki, his shadow stretching ominously across the broken ground. Shigaraki, still reeling from the pain, watched in disbelief as his ankle—the one that had been severed moments ago—began to heal. Bone knit together, muscle reformed, and skin smoothed over the wound until it was as if the injury had never happened. But instead of relief, dread filled Shigaraki’s veins. His body trembled as he scrambled to his feet, unsteady, like a newborn fawn trying to escape a predator it had no hope of outrunning. He turned to flee, panic making his limbs jerk with desperation. But the Daemon was faster. Before Shigaraki had even taken two steps, the Daemon appeared in front of him, the movement so fast it was like he had simply materialized. A grin stretched across the Daemon's face, and he bared his fangs, eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. "We’re going to play a little game," the Daemon said, his voice low and dripping with malice. "It’s called *I’m the Predator, and you’re the Prey.*" Shigaraki froze, eyes wide, his breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps. "All you have to do," the Daemon continued, leaning in close enough for Shigaraki to feel the chill radiating from him, "is survive me... for five minutes." He paused, savoring Shigaraki’s fear. "*Starting now.*"Before Shigaraki could even process the words, the Daemon’s hand lashed out. With casual brutality, he backhanded Shigaraki across the face, the force of the blow sending him flying through the air like a ragdoll. Shigaraki’s body hurtled through the night, crashing through buildings and debris, until he was flung straight through the shattered window of an empty middle school. The impact shook the structure, leaving a trail of destruction behind him. The Daemon stood still for a moment, licking his lips, savoring the thrill of the hunt. He inhaled deeply, as if the taste of Shigaraki’s terror was intoxicating. Then, with deliberate slowness, he reached behind him. His claws dug into the flesh at the base of his neck, and with a sickening squelch, he pulled. From his own body, he extracted what looked like a sword, but it was no ordinary weapon. The handle was jagged, made from his own spine, the vertebrae twisted and cruelly sharpened. The blade itself pulsed with dark energy, a grotesque mixture of the Daemon’s blood and the malevolent power that flowed through him, dripping like ink onto the ground. As the Daemon’s body healed from the self-inflicted wound, his wings stretched, each flap sending out a gust of wind that scattered the rubble at his feet. His eyes locked onto the distance, where Shigaraki had crashed, and with a sinister grin, he leapt into the air, his wings carrying him toward his prey. The chase had begun.
"Yo" Dearie glanced at Adam. "Should we put a stop to this? At the very least put this asshole *points at Shigaraki* out of his misery. At least with Lute and I, we just kill a bitch but this is barbaric" "Stay out of this" Dearie scowled. "You being the First Man should know that, when it concerns vampires, whatever happens happens. And so far this creature hasn't harmed an innocent. Even if it did, we stay out of it unless there's an apocalyptic scenario. Besides, that Boy(Shigaraki) down there brought it on himself." "She's right. We have no jurisdiction in this manner. Besides, Shigaraki was willing to slaughter billions in his pettiness. I feel bad for the child he was but as an adult he has dug his own grave. I'm going to send Emily to bed. Keep an eye on things here and inform me if the situation escalates." Dearie nodded. "We'll handle things here, Sera, take your time." "I will. Thank you." She flew away with her daughter in her arms. Meanwhile, Lute was studying the situation down on Earth. "Hey, so, if we're watching all of this then Hell likely is too right? Should...should we be concerned about that?" - Lute wasn't wrong about that. All of Hell was either watching the beatdown or listening to it on the Radio and cheering it on madly. Whether it was through Vox's screens or Alastor's radio play-by-play, they were getting all of it and treating it like a sporting event as they cheered on the slaughter unfolding.
Charlie meanwhile had closed herself off in her room with Vaggie and was waiting for it to be over so Lucifer was sitting down in the hotel's lobby and watching the show with a bucket of popcorn in his hand. "I understand why she felt she had to retreat but this is honestly Gold." He commented. Meanwhile, another Demoness in the guise of a black and white clown suit with white makeup and black facepaint and lines down her eyes and black lipstick on with lines slid up her cheeks merrily kicked her feet as she observed the show unfolding on Earth. "I hope you're paying attention." Pallor Pantomime commented to her little sister Ivory Vex who was laying on the rooftop behind her gasping for breath and holding her stomach wound. "This is how a professional handles their business. Not like you and that Earth buffoon losing to an untrained Chosen." Oh you just know the IMPS, especially Blitzo, is enjoying the hell out of this while munching down on popcorn.  Nice to see Baron's Daemon has an audience.  |
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Oct 19, 2024 23:42:51 GMT
Shigaraki staggered through the darkened halls of the middle school, panting as he scrambled to find any way out. But there was none. The Daemon's unholy barrier encased the entire building, trapping him like a mouse in a cage. Every door was sealed shut, every window blocked by something far more sinister than stone or steel. It was as if the very walls were alive, pulsing with dark energy, feeding off his fear.
Desperate, Shigaraki darted into one of the classrooms, slamming the door behind him, his heart thudding in his chest. He slumped down in the corner, his eyes wide and wild as he pressed his back against the wall. His breaths came out in muffled hitches—he still had no mouth to scream with, no voice to cry out for help. But even without words, his body shook with the weight of his terror. He could hear it—the Daemon. The sinister sound of his voice echoing through the halls.
"*Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run...*"
The haunting melody drifted through the air like a death knell, chilling Shigaraki to his core.
"*Bang, bang, bang, bang goes the farmer's gun...*"
The Daemon’s voice was a singsong mockery, laced with amusement as if he was truly enjoying the hunt. Footsteps echoed down the corridor, slow and deliberate, as though the Daemon knew exactly where Shigaraki was but was savoring the moment, prolonging his suffering.
"*Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run...*"
Shigaraki squeezed his eyes shut, fighting to keep himself from crying, fighting to keep his breath silent. His heart was racing, pounding in his ears, drowning out all rational thought. Then he felt it—the darkness. It crept around him, engulfing the room, consuming the air itself. His vision narrowed until the world was nothing but a pitch-black void. And then… something wet and cold brushed against his neck.
Shigaraki jolted upright, terror surging through his veins. He couldn’t scream, couldn’t even cry out, but he bolted from the room, running as fast as his legs could carry him.
"**Oh, Rabbit…**" The Daemon’s voice slithered through the shadows, taunting, amused. "**It’s no fun when you trap yourself.**"
Shigaraki’s legs moved on their own, pure survival instinct driving him forward, but there was no escape. He could feel the Daemon behind him—too close.
Pain exploded in his body as his left arm was severed in one clean swipe. He stumbled but kept running, tears blurring his vision, sobbing silently as he tried to stay ahead. He didn’t get far before his other arm was sliced clean off, the blade cutting through flesh and bone with no resistance.
The agony was unbearable, but he kept running—running because there was nothing else he could do. He barely registered the hot line of pain slashing across his back, the Daemon’s sword cleaving through him like butter, the searing wound leaving him weak and unsteady.
Shigaraki collapsed to the floor, his body broken, shaking. His tears flowed freely now, pooling on the cold, darkened floor. Two glowing eyes stared down at him from the shadows, watching him with predatory delight.
The Daemon’s voice rumbled, low and mocking. "**I'm in a generous mood. If you can convince me why you are what you are... maybe I'll let you live.**"
Suddenly, Shigaraki’s mouth was restored. His lips parted, and for a moment, all that came out was a broken sob. But this was his only chance, his one shot at survival. He had to speak—he had to convince this creature, this monster.
With his last bit of strength, Shigaraki poured out his hatred, his venom for the heroes, the twisted anger that had fueled him for so long. He ranted about their hypocrisy, their failure to save those who truly suffered, about how he would tear down everything they stood for. He spewed it all, hoping, praying that it would be enough.
The Daemon stood still, listening with a twisted grin, his sword resting casually on his shoulder. He twirled it lazily as Shigaraki’s voice grew more frantic, his hatred pouring out in a desperate flood.
Then, after a moment of silence, the Daemon chuckled. It was a deep, cruel sound. He leaned down, staring into Shigaraki’s teary, wide eyes.
"**All of that... for *nothing*.**"
The words cut deeper than any blade. The Daemon began to deconstruct Shigaraki’s entire philosophy, his every justification. He tore apart every shred of meaning Shigaraki had clung to, every excuse for why he became a villain. It wasn’t just a critique; it was a dismantling of everything that made Shigaraki who he was.
Shigaraki listened, and with each word, he felt his soul break a little more. His tears streamed down his face, the weight of his worthlessness crushing him under its unbearable weight. When the Daemon was done, there was nothing left in Shigaraki but pain and hopelessness.
And all he could do was cry.
The Daemon loomed over Shigaraki, whose body lay crumpled and broken beneath him. The boy’s pitiful sobs echoed faintly in the darkness, his spirit completely shattered by the weight of the truth—the truth that his life, his vengeance, his very existence had been for nothing. The Daemon’s glowing eyes narrowed, a smirk playing across his twisted lips.
"I wish I could say I hope you won't be anywhere near this pathetic in the next life." His voice dripped with cruel amusement. "Unfortunately, that’s not in the cards for you."
Shigaraki trembled beneath him, his breath coming in shallow gasps. The Daemon leaned closer, his fangs bared, his words cutting like knives.
"**Fuck.** Hell's better off without you anyway. Even a certain Hell Princess would consider you worthless."
Before Shigaraki could react—before he could even comprehend the depth of his failure—the Daemon's blade moved with impossible speed. There was no scream, no final cry of defiance. The sword cleaved through Shigaraki's neck cleanly, beheading him in one swift, brutal motion.
Blood sprayed through the air, but it didn’t fall to the floor. Instead, it was drawn toward the Daemon’s sword, absorbed by the blade as if the very weapon was hungering for it. Shigaraki's body began to glow, his lifeless form trembling as a deep, rumbling energy built up from within him.
And then it happened.
An explosion of raw power surged through the room, windows shattering in a thunderous symphony as the entire foundation of the middle school quaked. It was as if a tornado had ripped through the building, a lightning storm striking from all directions at once. The air became thick with energy, crackling and pulsing, swirling around the Daemon like a maelstrom of destruction. Shigaraki’s essence—his very soul—was drawn into the Daemon, his life force merging with the dark entity in a terrifyingly beautiful display of power.
The Daemon stood in the center of it all, arms wide as he absorbed everything Shigaraki had ever been. His memories, his hatred, his cruelty—it all flowed into the Daemon, twisting and warping within him. The overwhelming force threatened to tear the entire building apart, but just as quickly as it began, the storm subsided.
The Daemon collapsed to one knee, panting heavily, the weight of what he'd absorbed settling deep within his bones. He could feel Shigaraki now—every memory, every twisted thought. And with that came the faces. The women. The children. All the victims of Shigaraki’s chaos and destruction. They flashed through the Daemon’s mind like a nightmare, each one a testament to the boy’s monstrous acts.
He scoffed, his lip curling in disgust. "The women, the children… all that chaos by such a novice."
The Daemon’s hand clenched tightly around the hilt of his sword, now pulsing with the dark, corrupted energy of Shigaraki's essence.
"What a waste of life." His voice was cold, void of emotion as he stared down at the empty shell that had once been the boy who sought to destroy everything. Now, there was nothing left—nothing but an echo of misery.
Note: HOMEBOY WENT FULL HIGHLANDER!
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Oct 19, 2024 23:54:15 GMT
The Daemon loomed over Shigaraki, his shadow stretching ominously across the broken ground. Shigaraki, still reeling from the pain, watched in disbelief as his ankle—the one that had been severed moments ago—began to heal. Bone knit together, muscle reformed, and skin smoothed over the wound until it was as if the injury had never happened. But instead of relief, dread filled Shigaraki’s veins. His body trembled as he scrambled to his feet, unsteady, like a newborn fawn trying to escape a predator it had no hope of outrunning. He turned to flee, panic making his limbs jerk with desperation. But the Daemon was faster. Before Shigaraki had even taken two steps, the Daemon appeared in front of him, the movement so fast it was like he had simply materialized. A grin stretched across the Daemon's face, and he bared his fangs, eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. "We’re going to play a little game," the Daemon said, his voice low and dripping with malice. "It’s called *I’m the Predator, and you’re the Prey.*" Shigaraki froze, eyes wide, his breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps. "All you have to do," the Daemon continued, leaning in close enough for Shigaraki to feel the chill radiating from him, "is survive me... for five minutes." He paused, savoring Shigaraki’s fear. "*Starting now.*"Before Shigaraki could even process the words, the Daemon’s hand lashed out. With casual brutality, he backhanded Shigaraki across the face, the force of the blow sending him flying through the air like a ragdoll. Shigaraki’s body hurtled through the night, crashing through buildings and debris, until he was flung straight through the shattered window of an empty middle school. The impact shook the structure, leaving a trail of destruction behind him. The Daemon stood still for a moment, licking his lips, savoring the thrill of the hunt. He inhaled deeply, as if the taste of Shigaraki’s terror was intoxicating. Then, with deliberate slowness, he reached behind him. His claws dug into the flesh at the base of his neck, and with a sickening squelch, he pulled. From his own body, he extracted what looked like a sword, but it was no ordinary weapon. The handle was jagged, made from his own spine, the vertebrae twisted and cruelly sharpened. The blade itself pulsed with dark energy, a grotesque mixture of the Daemon’s blood and the malevolent power that flowed through him, dripping like ink onto the ground. As the Daemon’s body healed from the self-inflicted wound, his wings stretched, each flap sending out a gust of wind that scattered the rubble at his feet. His eyes locked onto the distance, where Shigaraki had crashed, and with a sinister grin, he leapt into the air, his wings carrying him toward his prey. The chase had begun.
"Yo" Dearie glanced at Adam. "Should we put a stop to this? At the very least put this asshole *points at Shigaraki* out of his misery. At least with Lute and I, we just kill a bitch but this is barbaric" "Stay out of this" Dearie scowled. "You being the First Man should know that, when it concerns vampires, whatever happens happens. And so far this creature hasn't harmed an innocent. Even if it did, we stay out of it unless there's an apocalyptic scenario. Besides, that Boy(Shigaraki) down there brought it on himself." - Meanwhile, another Demoness in the guise of a black and white clown suit with white makeup and black facepaint and lines down her eyes and black lipstick on with lines slid up her cheeks merrily kicked her feet as she observed the show unfolding on Earth. "I hope you're paying attention." Pallor Pantomime commented to her little sister Ivory Vex who was laying on the rooftop behind her gasping for breath and holding her stomach wound. "This is how a professional handles their business. Not like you and that Earth buffoon losing to an untrained Chosen." Ivory Vex tapped her chin."OK Sis you win. I must admit he definitely has style! Saaaaay. Ya think he's interested in a couple of Demonic Henchmen?  " |
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Oct 20, 2024 3:08:53 GMT
Shigaraki staggered through the darkened halls of the middle school, panting as he scrambled to find any way out. But there was none. The Daemon's unholy barrier encased the entire building, trapping him like a mouse in a cage. Every door was sealed shut, every window blocked by something far more sinister than stone or steel. It was as if the very walls were alive, pulsing with dark energy, feeding off his fear. Desperate, Shigaraki darted into one of the classrooms, slamming the door behind him, his heart thudding in his chest. He slumped down in the corner, his eyes wide and wild as he pressed his back against the wall. His breaths came out in muffled hitches—he still had no mouth to scream with, no voice to cry out for help. But even without words, his body shook with the weight of his terror. He could hear it—the Daemon. The sinister sound of his voice echoing through the halls. "*Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run...*"
The haunting melody drifted through the air like a death knell, chilling Shigaraki to his core. "*Bang, bang, bang, bang goes the farmer's gun...*"
The Daemon’s voice was a singsong mockery, laced with amusement as if he was truly enjoying the hunt. Footsteps echoed down the corridor, slow and deliberate, as though the Daemon knew exactly where Shigaraki was but was savoring the moment, prolonging his suffering. "*Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run...*"
Shigaraki squeezed his eyes shut, fighting to keep himself from crying, fighting to keep his breath silent. His heart was racing, pounding in his ears, drowning out all rational thought. Then he felt it—the darkness. It crept around him, engulfing the room, consuming the air itself. His vision narrowed until the world was nothing but a pitch-black void. And then… something wet and cold brushed against his neck. Shigaraki jolted upright, terror surging through his veins. He couldn’t scream, couldn’t even cry out, but he bolted from the room, running as fast as his legs could carry him. "**Oh, Rabbit…**" The Daemon’s voice slithered through the shadows, taunting, amused. "**It’s no fun when you trap yourself.**"Shigaraki’s legs moved on their own, pure survival instinct driving him forward, but there was no escape. He could feel the Daemon behind him—too close. Pain exploded in his body as his left arm was severed in one clean swipe. He stumbled but kept running, tears blurring his vision, sobbing silently as he tried to stay ahead. He didn’t get far before his other arm was sliced clean off, the blade cutting through flesh and bone with no resistance. The agony was unbearable, but he kept running—running because there was nothing else he could do. He barely registered the hot line of pain slashing across his back, the Daemon’s sword cleaving through him like butter, the searing wound leaving him weak and unsteady. Shigaraki collapsed to the floor, his body broken, shaking. His tears flowed freely now, pooling on the cold, darkened floor. Two glowing eyes stared down at him from the shadows, watching him with predatory delight. The Daemon’s voice rumbled, low and mocking. "**I'm in a generous mood. If you can convince me why you are what you are... maybe I'll let you live.**"Suddenly, Shigaraki’s mouth was restored. His lips parted, and for a moment, all that came out was a broken sob. But this was his only chance, his one shot at survival. He had to speak—he had to convince this creature, this monster. With his last bit of strength, Shigaraki poured out his hatred, his venom for the heroes, the twisted anger that had fueled him for so long. He ranted about their hypocrisy, their failure to save those who truly suffered, about how he would tear down everything they stood for. He spewed it all, hoping, praying that it would be enough. The Daemon stood still, listening with a twisted grin, his sword resting casually on his shoulder. He twirled it lazily as Shigaraki’s voice grew more frantic, his hatred pouring out in a desperate flood. Then, after a moment of silence, the Daemon chuckled. It was a deep, cruel sound. He leaned down, staring into Shigaraki’s teary, wide eyes. "**All of that... for *nothing*.**"
The words cut deeper than any blade. The Daemon began to deconstruct Shigaraki’s entire philosophy, his every justification. He tore apart every shred of meaning Shigaraki had clung to, every excuse for why he became a villain. It wasn’t just a critique; it was a dismantling of everything that made Shigaraki who he was. Shigaraki listened, and with each word, he felt his soul break a little more. His tears streamed down his face, the weight of his worthlessness crushing him under its unbearable weight. When the Daemon was done, there was nothing left in Shigaraki but pain and hopelessness. And all he could do was cry.
The Daemon loomed over Shigaraki, whose body lay crumpled and broken beneath him. The boy’s pitiful sobs echoed faintly in the darkness, his spirit completely shattered by the weight of the truth—the truth that his life, his vengeance, his very existence had been for nothing. The Daemon’s glowing eyes narrowed, a smirk playing across his twisted lips. "I wish I could say I hope you won't be anywhere near this pathetic in the next life." His voice dripped with cruel amusement. "Unfortunately, that’s not in the cards for you."Shigaraki trembled beneath him, his breath coming in shallow gasps. The Daemon leaned closer, his fangs bared, his words cutting like knives. "**Fuck.** Hell's better off without you anyway. Even a certain Hell Princess would consider you worthless." Before Shigaraki could react—before he could even comprehend the depth of his failure—the Daemon's blade moved with impossible speed. There was no scream, no final cry of defiance. The sword cleaved through Shigaraki's neck cleanly, beheading him in one swift, brutal motion. Blood sprayed through the air, but it didn’t fall to the floor. Instead, it was drawn toward the Daemon’s sword, absorbed by the blade as if the very weapon was hungering for it. Shigaraki's body began to glow, his lifeless form trembling as a deep, rumbling energy built up from within him. And then it happened. An explosion of raw power surged through the room, windows shattering in a thunderous symphony as the entire foundation of the middle school quaked. It was as if a tornado had ripped through the building, a lightning storm striking from all directions at once. The air became thick with energy, crackling and pulsing, swirling around the Daemon like a maelstrom of destruction. Shigaraki’s essence—his very soul—was drawn into the Daemon, his life force merging with the dark entity in a terrifyingly beautiful display of power. The Daemon stood in the center of it all, arms wide as he absorbed everything Shigaraki had ever been. His memories, his hatred, his cruelty—it all flowed into the Daemon, twisting and warping within him. The overwhelming force threatened to tear the entire building apart, but just as quickly as it began, the storm subsided. The Daemon collapsed to one knee, panting heavily, the weight of what he'd absorbed settling deep within his bones. He could feel Shigaraki now—every memory, every twisted thought. And with that came the faces. The women. The children. All the victims of Shigaraki’s chaos and destruction. They flashed through the Daemon’s mind like a nightmare, each one a testament to the boy’s monstrous acts. He scoffed, his lip curling in disgust. "The women, the children… all that chaos by such a novice."The Daemon’s hand clenched tightly around the hilt of his sword, now pulsing with the dark, corrupted energy of Shigaraki's essence. "What a waste of life." His voice was cold, void of emotion as he stared down at the empty shell that had once been the boy who sought to destroy everything. Now, there was nothing left—nothing but an echo of misery. Note: HOMEBOY WENT FULL HIGHLANDER! Ivory Vex tapped her chin."OK Sis you win. I must admit he definitely has style! Saaaaay. Ya think he's interested in a couple of Demonic Henchmen? " "Heh. One contract at a time. You'll have to ditch that clown from Earth first and clear your schedule before you can meet with him and his sister. It would need to be a consensus with them and their allies on top of their inner demons before we'd be accepted. I'm not saying it's impossible but we'd have to make on hell of a sales pitch." She watched as The Demon devoured the soul of the boy. "And that's that. One more soul condemned for eternal torture." "I guess it wouldn't be able to be claimed by Death but with all of the souls lives he'd ended up to that point she'd be busy anyway." Ivory mused. - "I-I'm sorry Vaggie. I'm sure you were curious about watching the fight with the others it's just...that was just a little too brutal for me." Charlie apologized to her girlfriend. "Hey, hey, what are you apologizing for? You know I've got your back honey. I'd always prefer to stand by your side no matter what." Vaggie assured her. "'Sides, we'll be hearing all about it for years anyway. You know Vox is going to be running re-runs of the fight on a loop." - "Annnnnd soul taken! Right on schedule!" Lucifer chuckled. "I'm a bit confused though. How can Vamps claim souls like that?" Angel Dust asked him. "Blood is the currency of the soul and the very essence of a creature. To drain someone of their blood is to absorb their soul out of them." Lucifer summarized. "Vampires specialize in draining the blood of others, willingly or otherwise, and can, if they choose, take in the soul of the subject into themselves, either just for the additional power or to summon them as a familiar. In the even that the corpse is left together they will become ghoulish zombies under the will of their master." He munched on some popcorn. "Different Vampires make different uses of the soul of course. Prissy has a tendency to stuff them into dolls or her other toys to make servants out of them for example." "Prissy?" "Priscilla Burattanio. Long story with that one. I'll tell you later. For now though, lets celebrate The Baron's triumph over the forces of evil." He summoned a champagne glass to his hand and raised it to the TV. "Now THAT is a bad boy!" Nifty giggled. "You know what? Good idea your highness. I definitely need a drink after that." Husker confessed. "Make mine a double! That was badass as fuck!" Cherri cheered. |
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Oct 20, 2024 3:25:24 GMT
"You know? If we weren't living it up in Heaven I'd probably be having nightmares over that. That was fucking terrifying." Adam noted. "Badass but terrifying."  "Still going to write a bitchin' rock song about it though because I'm badass like that." "I'll be waiting to hear it sir. I'm sure it will be lovely." Lute complimented him. "So how are you holding up, Lieutenant?" Dearie asked her. "As brutally violent as that was I can assure you that I am unfazed. As an Exorcist I have had all fear trained out of me. I fear no man nor beast nor devil." Lute bragged proudly. Dearie glanced downwards and noticed Lute's hands shaking though Lute quickly put them behind her back. "Uh huh." Lute cleared her throat and looked back up at Dearie. "A-anyway, what is your analysis?" |
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Oct 20, 2024 7:45:30 GMT
The Daemon stood, towering over the lifeless, mangled corpse of Shigaraki. With a simple gesture of his hand, dark tendrils of energy coiled around the body, forming a twisted, obsidian casket that sealed the remains within. His lips curled into a faint smile as he admired his handiwork.
"Maybe I can make some use of you in the future," he muttered, his voice dripping with malice. He opened his mouth and swallowed his sword. As he closed his mouth the blade merged back into his body once more.
With another flick of his wrist, the casket disappeared, vanishing into the depths of the Umbra with a faint, eerie shimmer. The Daemon stood alone in the devastated middle school, his eyes sweeping across the ruined halls. He extended his hands, dark magic coursing through him. Slowly, the walls began to mend, the shattered windows reforming, and the floors stitching themselves back together. The nightmare chase, the slaughter, the destruction—it all seemed to vanish as if it had never happened.
The Daemon surveyed his work, satisfied. The thought of repairing the city itself briefly crossed his mind, but the nanos Hiro had built for Baron had already started to do their job, reconstructing the ruined buildings at an impressive rate. There was no need for him to intervene further.
Retracting his wings, the Daemon reached for the angelic pendant around his neck, its glow still faintly burning with the remnants of its earlier power. He smirked as he gently placed it back onto his vessel’s body. From afar, Gwen—the witch who had been observing the battle—watched with a mixture of horror and fascination. She had kept her distance, ensuring she wouldn’t get caught in the crossfire of the Daemon’s terrifying wrath. Now, she waited for the moment when Baron would regain control of his body.
Suddenly, a chilling voice whispered in her ear, making her blood freeze.
"Hello, Pretty."
Gwen spun around, her heart racing, only to find herself face-to-face with the Daemon. His wicked grin sent a shiver down her spine. She immediately readied herself, magic crackling at her fingertips, prepared for a confrontation.
"This boy did good back there," the Daemon said, his voice calm but laced with sinister amusement. "If he keeps it up, I may learn to respect him."
He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered. "Oh, and I just so happen to know who this Poser’s boss is."
Gwen's heart pounded as she processed the information, but before she could respond, the Daemon straightened up, his grin widening. He casually shrugged off his suit jacket, followed by his shirt, revealing his chiseled, scarred torso. His muscles gleamed under the dim light, looking as though he had stepped straight out of a gothic romance novel.
As terrified as Gwen was, she couldn’t help the slight flush that crept across her face. The Daemon noticed and chuckled darkly.
"Be sure that Han gets this information," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "And make sure he relays it to that Red Dragon Princess, Carmella."
Gwen’s brow furrowed. "Why Carmella?" she asked cautiously.
The Daemon's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "After that Blood Hunt mess, I’m interested in seeing her in action again. She intrigues me."
He extended his hand toward Gwen, offering it with a slight tilt of his head. Gwen hesitated, her instincts screaming at her not to trust the creature before her. But after a moment of deliberation, she took his hand.
Without warning, the Daemon’s presence faded, and Baron’s unconscious form collapsed into her arms. Gwen quickly caught him, the man utterly spent from the intense battle and the Daemon’s possession. She sighed softly, the tension in her shoulders easing as she summoned Baron’s coat and shirt back onto him with a flick of her magic. Her voice softened as she whispered affectionately.
"Come on, Milord," she said, gently brushing a lock of hair from his face. "Let’s get you to bed."
With a quiet incantation, Gwen apparated herself and the exhausted Baron out of the rebuilt school, leaving the eerie, silent halls behind.
Note: Expect Han and Carmella vs All For One sometime in November.
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Oct 20, 2024 7:56:18 GMT
Shigaraki staggered through the darkened halls of the middle school, panting as he scrambled to find any way out. But there was none. The Daemon's unholy barrier encased the entire building, trapping him like a mouse in a cage. Every door was sealed shut, every window blocked by something far more sinister than stone or steel. It was as if the very walls were alive, pulsing with dark energy, feeding off his fear. Desperate, Shigaraki darted into one of the classrooms, slamming the door behind him, his heart thudding in his chest. He slumped down in the corner, his eyes wide and wild as he pressed his back against the wall. His breaths came out in muffled hitches—he still had no mouth to scream with, no voice to cry out for help. But even without words, his body shook with the weight of his terror. He could hear it—the Daemon. The sinister sound of his voice echoing through the halls. "*Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run...*"
The haunting melody drifted through the air like a death knell, chilling Shigaraki to his core. "*Bang, bang, bang, bang goes the farmer's gun...*"
The Daemon’s voice was a singsong mockery, laced with amusement as if he was truly enjoying the hunt. Footsteps echoed down the corridor, slow and deliberate, as though the Daemon knew exactly where Shigaraki was but was savoring the moment, prolonging his suffering. "*Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run...*"
Shigaraki squeezed his eyes shut, fighting to keep himself from crying, fighting to keep his breath silent. His heart was racing, pounding in his ears, drowning out all rational thought. Then he felt it—the darkness. It crept around him, engulfing the room, consuming the air itself. His vision narrowed until the world was nothing but a pitch-black void. And then… something wet and cold brushed against his neck. Shigaraki jolted upright, terror surging through his veins. He couldn’t scream, couldn’t even cry out, but he bolted from the room, running as fast as his legs could carry him. "**Oh, Rabbit…**" The Daemon’s voice slithered through the shadows, taunting, amused. "**It’s no fun when you trap yourself.**"Shigaraki’s legs moved on their own, pure survival instinct driving him forward, but there was no escape. He could feel the Daemon behind him—too close. Pain exploded in his body as his left arm was severed in one clean swipe. He stumbled but kept running, tears blurring his vision, sobbing silently as he tried to stay ahead. He didn’t get far before his other arm was sliced clean off, the blade cutting through flesh and bone with no resistance. The agony was unbearable, but he kept running—running because there was nothing else he could do. He barely registered the hot line of pain slashing across his back, the Daemon’s sword cleaving through him like butter, the searing wound leaving him weak and unsteady. Shigaraki collapsed to the floor, his body broken, shaking. His tears flowed freely now, pooling on the cold, darkened floor. Two glowing eyes stared down at him from the shadows, watching him with predatory delight. The Daemon’s voice rumbled, low and mocking. "**I'm in a generous mood. If you can convince me why you are what you are... maybe I'll let you live.**"Suddenly, Shigaraki’s mouth was restored. His lips parted, and for a moment, all that came out was a broken sob. But this was his only chance, his one shot at survival. He had to speak—he had to convince this creature, this monster. With his last bit of strength, Shigaraki poured out his hatred, his venom for the heroes, the twisted anger that had fueled him for so long. He ranted about their hypocrisy, their failure to save those who truly suffered, about how he would tear down everything they stood for. He spewed it all, hoping, praying that it would be enough. The Daemon stood still, listening with a twisted grin, his sword resting casually on his shoulder. He twirled it lazily as Shigaraki’s voice grew more frantic, his hatred pouring out in a desperate flood. Then, after a moment of silence, the Daemon chuckled. It was a deep, cruel sound. He leaned down, staring into Shigaraki’s teary, wide eyes. "**All of that... for *nothing*.**"
The words cut deeper than any blade. The Daemon began to deconstruct Shigaraki’s entire philosophy, his every justification. He tore apart every shred of meaning Shigaraki had clung to, every excuse for why he became a villain. It wasn’t just a critique; it was a dismantling of everything that made Shigaraki who he was. Shigaraki listened, and with each word, he felt his soul break a little more. His tears streamed down his face, the weight of his worthlessness crushing him under its unbearable weight. When the Daemon was done, there was nothing left in Shigaraki but pain and hopelessness. And all he could do was cry.
The Daemon loomed over Shigaraki, whose body lay crumpled and broken beneath him. The boy’s pitiful sobs echoed faintly in the darkness, his spirit completely shattered by the weight of the truth—the truth that his life, his vengeance, his very existence had been for nothing. The Daemon’s glowing eyes narrowed, a smirk playing across his twisted lips. "I wish I could say I hope you won't be anywhere near this pathetic in the next life." His voice dripped with cruel amusement. "Unfortunately, that’s not in the cards for you."Shigaraki trembled beneath him, his breath coming in shallow gasps. The Daemon leaned closer, his fangs bared, his words cutting like knives. "**Fuck.** Hell's better off without you anyway. Even a certain Hell Princess would consider you worthless." Before Shigaraki could react—before he could even comprehend the depth of his failure—the Daemon's blade moved with impossible speed. There was no scream, no final cry of defiance. The sword cleaved through Shigaraki's neck cleanly, beheading him in one swift, brutal motion. Blood sprayed through the air, but it didn’t fall to the floor. Instead, it was drawn toward the Daemon’s sword, absorbed by the blade as if the very weapon was hungering for it. Shigaraki's body began to glow, his lifeless form trembling as a deep, rumbling energy built up from within him. And then it happened. An explosion of raw power surged through the room, windows shattering in a thunderous symphony as the entire foundation of the middle school quaked. It was as if a tornado had ripped through the building, a lightning storm striking from all directions at once. The air became thick with energy, crackling and pulsing, swirling around the Daemon like a maelstrom of destruction. Shigaraki’s essence—his very soul—was drawn into the Daemon, his life force merging with the dark entity in a terrifyingly beautiful display of power. The Daemon stood in the center of it all, arms wide as he absorbed everything Shigaraki had ever been. His memories, his hatred, his cruelty—it all flowed into the Daemon, twisting and warping within him. The overwhelming force threatened to tear the entire building apart, but just as quickly as it began, the storm subsided. The Daemon collapsed to one knee, panting heavily, the weight of what he'd absorbed settling deep within his bones. He could feel Shigaraki now—every memory, every twisted thought. And with that came the faces. The women. The children. All the victims of Shigaraki’s chaos and destruction. They flashed through the Daemon’s mind like a nightmare, each one a testament to the boy’s monstrous acts. He scoffed, his lip curling in disgust. "The women, the children… all that chaos by such a novice."The Daemon’s hand clenched tightly around the hilt of his sword, now pulsing with the dark, corrupted energy of Shigaraki's essence. "What a waste of life." His voice was cold, void of emotion as he stared down at the empty shell that had once been the boy who sought to destroy everything. Now, there was nothing left—nothing but an echo of misery. Note: HOMEBOY WENT FULL HIGHLANDER! Ivory Vex tapped her chin."OK Sis you win. I must admit he definitely has style! Saaaaay. Ya think he's interested in a couple of Demonic Henchmen? " - "I-I'm sorry Vaggie. I'm sure you were curious about watching the fight with the others it's just...that was just a little too brutal for me." Charlie apologized to her girlfriend. "Hey, hey, what are you apologizing for? You know I've got your back honey. I'd always prefer to stand by your side no matter what." Vaggie assured her. "'Sides, we'll be hearing all about it for years anyway. You know Vox is going to be running re-runs of the fight on a loop." - "Annnnnd soul taken! Right on schedule!" Lucifer chuckled. "I'm a bit confused though. How can Vamps claim souls like that?" Angel Dust asked him. "Blood is the currency of the soul and the very essence of a creature. To drain someone of their blood is to absorb their soul out of them." Lucifer summarized. "Vampires specialize in draining the blood of others, willingly or otherwise, and can, if they choose, take in the soul of the subject into themselves, either just for the additional power or to summon them as a familiar. In the even that the corpse is left together they will become ghoulish zombies under the will of their master." He munched on some popcorn. "Different Vampires make different uses of the soul of course. Prissy has a tendency to stuff them into dolls or her other toys to make servants out of them for example." "Prissy?" "Priscilla Burattanio. Long story with that one. I'll tell you later. For now though, lets celebrate The Baron's triumph over the forces of evil." He summoned a champagne glass to his hand and raised it to the TV. "Now THAT is a bad boy!" Nifty giggled. "You know what? Good idea your highness. I definitely need a drink after that." Husker confessed. "Make mine a double! That was badass as fuck!" Cherri cheered. "Say Girls, the battle is over so it's safe to come out." Lucifer called out for Charlie and Vaggie. The ladies made their return to the guest room. The rest of the staff were watching the closing moments of the battle. Charlie eventually glanced at the monitor to find The Daemon without his shirt. "Eh....Why doesn't he have his shirt on" she asked perplexed. "Are you serious homegirl? Why should he not. I mean look at him. That's one fine peace of work if I ever see it" Angel Dust say, biting his bottom lip. "Yeeeaaah. I still don't get it" "So is Baron and that Witch girl a thing. I'm getting a Master & Mistress vibe from those two" Husk comments "It wouldn't surprise me. " Lucifer comments. "Honestly. The kid deserves this" |
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Oct 20, 2024 8:04:42 GMT
"You know? If we weren't living it up in Heaven I'd probably be having nightmares over that. That was fucking terrifying." Adam noted. "Badass but terrifying." "Still going to write a bitchin' rock song about it though because I'm badass like that." "I'll be waiting to hear it sir. I'm sure it will be lovely." Lute complimented him. "So how are you holding up, Lieutenant?" Dearie asked her. "As brutally violent as that was I can assure you that I am unfazed. As an Exorcist I have had all fear trained out of me. I fear no man nor beast nor devil." Lute bragged proudly. Dearie glanced downwards and noticed Lute's hands shaking though Lute quickly put them behind her back. "Uh huh." Lute cleared her throat and looked back up at Dearie. "A-anyway, what is your analysis?" Dearie tapped her chin. "Well his Daemon has the makings of an old school Reign of Terror type of demon. Evil to the core and makes no apologies for it. Now I don't know if it's his vessel or the people around said vessel but the Daemon, for now at least, feels completely satisfied in not committing an chaos event of apocalyptic proportions. So this is some good news to deliver to the Big Guy." Lute breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good to know" Dearie wagged her finger. "I'd still stay sharp if I were the two of you. The Big Guy considers the both of you the first line of defense in the event That Boy(Baron) couldn't keep his roommate in control." "I can assure you, the beating I'd give it would make what I gave Alastor pale in comparison" Adam say proudly. "That would be something to see wouldn't it" Dearie grinned. "Bye!" and just like that Dearie vanished. |
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Oct 21, 2024 0:17:16 GMT
The Daemon stood, towering over the lifeless, mangled corpse of Shigaraki. With a simple gesture of his hand, dark tendrils of energy coiled around the body, forming a twisted, obsidian casket that sealed the remains within. His lips curled into a faint smile as he admired his handiwork. "Maybe I can make some use of you in the future," he muttered, his voice dripping with malice. He opened his mouth and swallowed his sword. As he closed his mouth the blade merged back into his body once more. With another flick of his wrist, the casket disappeared, vanishing into the depths of the Umbra with a faint, eerie shimmer. The Daemon stood alone in the devastated middle school, his eyes sweeping across the ruined halls. He extended his hands, dark magic coursing through him. Slowly, the walls began to mend, the shattered windows reforming, and the floors stitching themselves back together. The nightmare chase, the slaughter, the destruction—it all seemed to vanish as if it had never happened. The Daemon surveyed his work, satisfied. The thought of repairing the city itself briefly crossed his mind, but the nanos Hiro had built for Baron had already started to do their job, reconstructing the ruined buildings at an impressive rate. There was no need for him to intervene further. Retracting his wings, the Daemon reached for the angelic pendant around his neck, its glow still faintly burning with the remnants of its earlier power. He smirked as he gently placed it back onto his vessel’s body. From afar, Gwen—the witch who had been observing the battle—watched with a mixture of horror and fascination. She had kept her distance, ensuring she wouldn’t get caught in the crossfire of the Daemon’s terrifying wrath. Now, she waited for the moment when Baron would regain control of his body. Suddenly, a chilling voice whispered in her ear, making her blood freeze. "Hello, Pretty."Gwen spun around, her heart racing, only to find herself face-to-face with the Daemon. His wicked grin sent a shiver down her spine. She immediately readied herself, magic crackling at her fingertips, prepared for a confrontation. "This boy did good back there," the Daemon said, his voice calm but laced with sinister amusement. "If he keeps it up, I may learn to respect him."He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered. "Oh, and I just so happen to know who this Poser’s boss is."
Gwen's heart pounded as she processed the information, but before she could respond, the Daemon straightened up, his grin widening. He casually shrugged off his suit jacket, followed by his shirt, revealing his chiseled, scarred torso. His muscles gleamed under the dim light, looking as though he had stepped straight out of a gothic romance novel. As terrified as Gwen was, she couldn’t help the slight flush that crept across her face. The Daemon noticed and chuckled darkly. "Be sure that Han gets this information," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "And make sure he relays it to that Red Dragon Princess, Carmella."Gwen’s brow furrowed. "Why Carmella?" she asked cautiously. The Daemon's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "After that Blood Hunt mess, I’m interested in seeing her in action again. She intrigues me."He extended his hand toward Gwen, offering it with a slight tilt of his head. Gwen hesitated, her instincts screaming at her not to trust the creature before her. But after a moment of deliberation, she took his hand. Without warning, the Daemon’s presence faded, and Baron’s unconscious form collapsed into her arms. Gwen quickly caught him, the man utterly spent from the intense battle and the Daemon’s possession. She sighed softly, the tension in her shoulders easing as she summoned Baron’s coat and shirt back onto him with a flick of her magic. Her voice softened as she whispered affectionately. "Come on, Milord," she said, gently brushing a lock of hair from his face. "Let’s get you to bed." With a quiet incantation, Gwen apparated herself and the exhausted Baron out of the rebuilt school, leaving the eerie, silent halls behind.
Note: Expect Han and Carmella vs All For One sometime in November. "Say Girls, the battle is over so it's safe to come out." Lucifer called out for Charlie and Vaggie. The ladies made their return to the guest room. The rest of the staff were watching the closing moments of the battle. Charlie eventually glanced at the monitor to find The Daemon without his shirt. "Eh....Why doesn't he have his shirt on" she asked perplexed. "Are you serious homegirl? Why should he not. I mean look at him. That's one fine peace of work if I ever see it" Angel Dust say, biting his bottom lip. "Yeeeaaah. I still don't get it" "So is Baron and that Witch girl a thing. I'm getting a Master & Mistress vibe from those two" Husk comments "It wouldn't surprise me. " Lucifer comments. "Honestly. The kid deserves this" Dearie tapped her chin. "Well his Daemon has the makings of an old school Reign of Terror type of demon. Evil to the core and makes no apologies for it. Now I don't know if it's his vessel or the people around said vessel but the Daemon, for now at least, feels completely satisfied in not committing an chaos event of apocalyptic proportions. So this is some good news to deliver to the Big Guy." Lute breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good to know" Dearie wagged her finger. "I'd still stay sharp if I were the two of you. The Big Guy considers the both of you the first line of defense in the event That Boy(Baron) couldn't keep his roommate in control." "I can assure you, the beating I'd give it would make what I gave Alastor pale in comparison" Adam say proudly. "That would be something to see wouldn't it" Dearie grinned. "Bye!" and just like that Dearie vanished. Lute finally allowed herself to sit down and lower her head as she took a few deep breaths to calm herself. "You okay, babe?" Angel Dust asked her as he crouched down next to her. "I-I'm fine, sir, I'm fine. Like I say: Exorcists Feel No Fear. We Have Wills Of Iron! Souls Of Platinum! We Are The Righteous Hands Of The Lord And The First Line Of Defense Of Heaven! We Fear No Man Nor Beast As We Plunge Headfirst Into Hell Itself To Wade Through The Blood Of The Damned!" Lute declared proudly. Adam couldn't help but notice the slight tremble in her voice as she recited her oath to her sisters in The Exorcists, her beloved leader and the Angels of Heaven and he summoned his guitar and began lightly strumming on it. "It's okay to admit you were freaked out, Lute, it's just me here." - "Soooo...I take it we won't have to worry about Tenko's soul ending up down here, huh?" Charlie asked. "Nah, he got the Shang-Tsung Treatment." Lucifer informed her. "That soul's not getting down here unless it's either released by Baron or he dies." "Yeah that's what I thought." Charlie sighed. "A shame he had to die like that but at least he won't be killing anyone else." - Hana crawled out from underneath a table and looked around. "Uh, hey guys? Is it over? Is the shaking over? Are we safe now?" Chidori was looking out the window with Han. "Yeah...yeah it's over alright..." "You felt that too, huh?" Han asked her. "Yeah. Not entirely, which is probably a good thing, but what I did feel was fucking terrifying." Chidori admitted. "It felt like I was staring down a giant monster despite how far away it was. The fuck was that?" "Hey guys! Hey! What are we talking about?" Hana asked them from behind. |
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Oct 21, 2024 0:35:28 GMT
The Daemon stood, towering over the lifeless, mangled corpse of Shigaraki. With a simple gesture of his hand, dark tendrils of energy coiled around the body, forming a twisted, obsidian casket that sealed the remains within. His lips curled into a faint smile as he admired his handiwork. "Maybe I can make some use of you in the future," he muttered, his voice dripping with malice. He opened his mouth and swallowed his sword. As he closed his mouth the blade merged back into his body once more. With another flick of his wrist, the casket disappeared, vanishing into the depths of the Umbra with a faint, eerie shimmer. The Daemon stood alone in the devastated middle school, his eyes sweeping across the ruined halls. He extended his hands, dark magic coursing through him. Slowly, the walls began to mend, the shattered windows reforming, and the floors stitching themselves back together. The nightmare chase, the slaughter, the destruction—it all seemed to vanish as if it had never happened. The Daemon surveyed his work, satisfied. The thought of repairing the city itself briefly crossed his mind, but the nanos Hiro had built for Baron had already started to do their job, reconstructing the ruined buildings at an impressive rate. There was no need for him to intervene further. Retracting his wings, the Daemon reached for the angelic pendant around his neck, its glow still faintly burning with the remnants of its earlier power. He smirked as he gently placed it back onto his vessel’s body. From afar, Gwen—the witch who had been observing the battle—watched with a mixture of horror and fascination. She had kept her distance, ensuring she wouldn’t get caught in the crossfire of the Daemon’s terrifying wrath. Now, she waited for the moment when Baron would regain control of his body. Suddenly, a chilling voice whispered in her ear, making her blood freeze. "Hello, Pretty."Gwen spun around, her heart racing, only to find herself face-to-face with the Daemon. His wicked grin sent a shiver down her spine. She immediately readied herself, magic crackling at her fingertips, prepared for a confrontation. "This boy did good back there," the Daemon said, his voice calm but laced with sinister amusement. "If he keeps it up, I may learn to respect him."He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered. "Oh, and I just so happen to know who this Poser’s boss is."
Gwen's heart pounded as she processed the information, but before she could respond, the Daemon straightened up, his grin widening. He casually shrugged off his suit jacket, followed by his shirt, revealing his chiseled, scarred torso. His muscles gleamed under the dim light, looking as though he had stepped straight out of a gothic romance novel. As terrified as Gwen was, she couldn’t help the slight flush that crept across her face. The Daemon noticed and chuckled darkly. "Be sure that Han gets this information," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "And make sure he relays it to that Red Dragon Princess, Carmella."Gwen’s brow furrowed. "Why Carmella?" she asked cautiously. The Daemon's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "After that Blood Hunt mess, I’m interested in seeing her in action again. She intrigues me."He extended his hand toward Gwen, offering it with a slight tilt of his head. Gwen hesitated, her instincts screaming at her not to trust the creature before her. But after a moment of deliberation, she took his hand. Without warning, the Daemon’s presence faded, and Baron’s unconscious form collapsed into her arms. Gwen quickly caught him, the man utterly spent from the intense battle and the Daemon’s possession. She sighed softly, the tension in her shoulders easing as she summoned Baron’s coat and shirt back onto him with a flick of her magic. Her voice softened as she whispered affectionately. "Come on, Milord," she said, gently brushing a lock of hair from his face. "Let’s get you to bed." With a quiet incantation, Gwen apparated herself and the exhausted Baron out of the rebuilt school, leaving the eerie, silent halls behind.
Note: Expect Han and Carmella vs All For One sometime in November. "Say Girls, the battle is over so it's safe to come out." Lucifer called out for Charlie and Vaggie. The ladies made their return to the guest room. The rest of the staff were watching the closing moments of the battle. Charlie eventually glanced at the monitor to find The Daemon without his shirt. "Eh....Why doesn't he have his shirt on" she asked perplexed. "Are you serious homegirl? Why should he not. I mean look at him. That's one fine peace of work if I ever see it" Angel Dust say, biting his bottom lip. "Yeeeaaah. I still don't get it" "So is Baron and that Witch girl a thing. I'm getting a Master & Mistress vibe from those two" Husk comments "It wouldn't surprise me. " Lucifer comments. "Honestly. The kid deserves this" Dearie tapped her chin. "Well his Daemon has the makings of an old school Reign of Terror type of demon. Evil to the core and makes no apologies for it. Now I don't know if it's his vessel or the people around said vessel but the Daemon, for now at least, feels completely satisfied in not committing an chaos event of apocalyptic proportions. So this is some good news to deliver to the Big Guy." Lute breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good to know" Dearie wagged her finger. "I'd still stay sharp if I were the two of you. The Big Guy considers the both of you the first line of defense in the event That Boy(Baron) couldn't keep his roommate in control." "I can assure you, the beating I'd give it would make what I gave Alastor pale in comparison" Adam say proudly. "That would be something to see wouldn't it" Dearie grinned. "Bye!" and just like that Dearie vanished. Lute finally allowed herself to sit down and lower her head as she took a few deep breaths to calm herself. "You okay, babe?" Angel Dust asked her as he crouched down next to her. "I-I'm fine, sir, I'm fine. Like I say: Exorcists Feel No Fear. We Have Wills Of Iron! Souls Of Platinum! We Are The Righteous Hands Of The Lord And The First Line Of Defense Of Heaven! We Fear No Man Nor Beast As We Plunge Headfirst Into Hell Itself To Wade Through The Blood Of The Damned!" Lute declared proudly. Adam couldn't help but notice the slight tremble in her voice as she recited her oath to her sisters in The Exorcists, her beloved leader and the Angels of Heaven and he summoned his guitar and began lightly strumming on it. "It's okay to admit you were freaked out, Lute, it's just me here." - "Soooo...I take it we won't have to worry about Tenko's soul ending up down here, huh?" Charlie asked. "Nah, he got the Shang-Tsung Treatment." Lucifer informed her. "That soul's not getting down here unless it's either released by Baron or he dies." "Yeah that's what I thought." Charlie sighed. "A shame he had to die like that but at least he won't be killing anyone else." - Hana crawled out from underneath a table and looked around. "Uh, hey guys? Is it over? Is the shaking over? Are we safe now?" Chidori was looking out the window with Han. "Yeah...yeah it's over alright..." "You felt that too, huh?" Han asked her. "Yeah. Not entirely, which is probably a good thing, but what I did feel was fucking terrifying." Chidori admitted. "It felt like I was staring down a giant monster despite how far away it was. The fuck was that?" "Hey guys! Hey! What are we talking about?" Hana asked them from behind. "And they're off" Ivory stood up after seeing the witch girl leave with Baron. She stopped when she sensed another presence not too far from where they're at. Her older sister glanced at her. "Huh. I detect another Chosen. Yet unlike the Scrub who was more of a pain in the ass than a hero this one has potential" Ivory snaps her fingers and an image of Chidori is shown. Her older sister looked at the image with disbelief. "Seriously?" "Hey remember when everyone laughed at the prospect of a ditzy blonde would end up becoming a Slayer?" "Good point. I must admit. A throwdown between her and Baron would be something to see" Ivory waves it off. "Nah. Something tells me she won't be fully down with it. I mean Baron is her bro after all. Plus he's Han's lover so why fuck with that? The only way I see it happening is when his roommate really does something sinister. And look. We're fucking demons. Sinister acts runs with the territory. Why the fuck do you think Charlie tries to keep her true powers hidden" "Wait. You mean to tell me Disney Princess Reject isn't as prim and proper as she come off" "Sis. She's Lucifer's fucking daughter. Fuck she has proven as such for making the citizens of hell fall for that whole Disney persona she carries." Pallor rubs the back of her neck. "Fuck. That would explain how in the hell she has survived hell or even the angels for that long." she glances at Chidori's image once more. "You know, when the time comes. A fight between that girl and Baron would be fucking awesome" "Now you're speaking my fucking language!" |
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Oct 21, 2024 0:46:44 GMT
He wraps an arm around Lute with a comforting embrace. "And besides. The Big Guy never specified HOW we are supposed to take Baron out when the time comes. If worst comes to worst we could always contact Castiel"
Lute glanced at Adam, "But he doesn't like you"
Adam shrugs. "And fuck him right back. But he isn't above joining forces when lives are at stake. And if he's down then I know those two clowns(The Winchesters) will totally be down with some monster slaying. With that plus the element of surprise on our side we'd snuff him before he realize whats up. Now before we get into the morality of the situation, given what we've seen from his roommate Exorcising Baron would be a mercy killing"
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Charlie looked up curiously and rubbed her chin.
"Something the matter," Vaggie asked curiously
"IDK but...Ever felt like you've just experienced a long-distance diss?" Charlie asked
Vaggie sighed. "All the time from Lute. But the way I see it if they aren't man enough to say it to your face then fuck them. Still." she picked up her spear. "Can you sense who said it? If you can I can mess em up for you and I'd do it with a smile"
Charlie smiled and placed a gentle hand on her girlfriend's shoulder."It won't be necessary. Besides. As you say, fuck em"
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Oct 21, 2024 1:55:25 GMT
He wraps an arm around Lute with a comforting embrace. "And besides. The Big Guy never specified HOW we are supposed to take Baron out when the time comes. If worst comes to worst we could always contact Castiel" Lute glanced at Adam, "But he doesn't like you" Adam shrugs. "And fuck him right back. But he isn't above joining forces when lives are at stake. And if he's down then I know those two clowns(The Winchesters) will totally be down with some monster slaying. With that plus the element of surprise on our side we'd snuff him before he realize whats up. Now before we get into the morality of the situation, given what we've seen from his roommate Exorcising Baron would be a mercy killing" - Charlie looked up curiously and rubbed her chin. "Something the matter," Vaggie asked curiously "IDK but...Ever felt like you've just experienced a long-distance diss?" Charlie asked Vaggie sighed. "All the time from Lute. But the way I see it if they aren't man enough to say it to your face then fuck them. Still." she picked up her spear. "Can you sense who said it? If you can I can mess em up for you and I'd do it with a smile" Charlie smiled and placed a gentle hand on her girlfriend's shoulder. "It won't be necessary. Besides. As you say, fuck em" - "And they're off" Ivory stood up after seeing the witch girl leave with Baron. She stopped when she sensed another presence not too far from where they're at. Her older sister glanced at her. "Huh. I detect another Chosen. Yet unlike the Scrub who was more of a pain in the ass than a hero this one has potential" Ivory snaps her fingers and an image of Chidori is shown. Her older sister looked at the image with disbelief. "Seriously?" "Hey remember when everyone laughed at the prospect of a ditzy blonde would end up becoming a Slayer?" "Good point. I must admit. A throwdown between her and Baron would be something to see" Ivory waves it off. "Nah. Something tells me she won't be fully down with it. I mean Baron is her bro after all. Plus he's Han's lover so why fuck with that? The only way I see it happening is when his roommate really does something sinister. And look. We're fucking demons. Sinister acts runs with the territory. Why the fuck do you think Charlie tries to keep her true powers hidden" "Wait. You mean to tell me Disney Princess Reject isn't as prim and proper as she come off" "Sis. She's Lucifer's fucking daughter. Fuck she has proven as such for making the citizens of hell fall for that whole Disney persona she carries." Pallor rubs the back of her neck. "Fuck. That would explain how in the hell she has survived hell or even the angels for that long." she glances at Chidori's image once more. "You know, when the time comes. A fight between that girl and Baron would be fucking awesome" "Now you're speaking my fucking language!" "Say less, sir. You know I'm always down for some monster killing. I suggest we draw up and discuss these battle plans soon after rest." She leaned her head against Adam. "Besides, your music is comforting." "That's the whole idea of Rock&Roll, babe, to lighten up everyone's mood, improve their moods and incite badassery." - "Can do!" Angel Dust volunteered as he raised one of his hands. This earned a few laughs from the Hotel Crew. "Fuck 'em sexily or fuck 'em up?" Lucifer joked. Angel Dust winked at him. Nifty jumped up and down on the couch while waving her riding crop in the air. "Just point me in the Bad Boys' Direction and let them punish 'em!" "I have an entire armory worth of bombs I'm ready and waiting to use!" Cherri called out. - "I am SO glad you enjoyed such a wonderful Earth Brawl and the brutal execution of a scrawny little crusty faced bitch. Rest assured we will be airing re-runs in spectacular hellalicious 3270HD! Remember to tune into The Vee-Network and only the Vee-Network if you want to view the greatest shows in Hell, subscribe to VeeFlix and Subscribe to our VelvetteOwnsYou on HellTube! Look forward to Valentino's Next XXX-XXX-XXX Rated Adult Film based on the battle you just witnessed coming to you soon in Vee Approved Theaters! We'll be back soon to discuss the spectacular brutality on Vox-2-Nite after a word from our sponsors!" He snapped his fingers and they went to commercial as Vox relaxed. "Awwwww yeah! Just look at those fucking ratings shooting up! We are booming tonight boys!" "I'm not opposed to profiting off of this but since when am I making a movie based off of that?" Val questioned. "Since right now. Remind Angel to keep his schedule open. Speaking of schedules? I bet Allison's kicking himself in his tight red bitch-ass right now with the way we just beat his ass down after that!" Velvette looked up from her phone where she'd been texting Loona and Octavia about the fight. "...Actually, Vox? He started his Radio Show a full two-three seconds before your show started. Not that big of a deal really with all of the viewers we just got but-" " WHAT?!" - "That's right boys keep it coming! Let yourselves go and pound that shit back! We don't need a reason to party but that fight was as good a reason as any so lets get SHIT-FACED TONIGHT! DRINKS ALL AROUND! POUND IT BACK, POUR IT DOWN, THROW IT BACK, DANCE TILL YOU FUCKING DROP AND PARTY HARD! KEEP THAT SWEET, SWEET, HONEY COMING FOR MAMA!" Beelzebub cheered on the party goers over the pounding music. - "Sooo another Delinquent-Chosen. Hope she turns out better than Majiba." Ivory laughed. "Oh trust me. This one has her shit together way better than that atom bomb. She's a more focused quiet flame waiting to erupt as compared to the loose cannon that Majiba is. I'm sure 'They' found a way to direct her but Chidori's already more reigned in than her." Pallor giggled. "Say, speaking of the M.G.C's., wasn't there another up and comer we've been keeping an eye on? The Blue-Haired Samurai Girl?" |
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Oct 21, 2024 2:31:16 GMT
He wraps an arm around Lute with a comforting embrace. "And besides. The Big Guy never specified HOW we are supposed to take Baron out when the time comes. If worst comes to worst we could always contact Castiel" Lute glanced at Adam, "But he doesn't like you" Adam shrugs. "And fuck him right back. But he isn't above joining forces when lives are at stake. And if he's down then I know those two clowns(The Winchesters) will totally be down with some monster slaying. With that plus the element of surprise on our side we'd snuff him before he realize whats up. Now before we get into the morality of the situation, given what we've seen from his roommate Exorcising Baron would be a mercy killing" - Charlie looked up curiously and rubbed her chin. "Something the matter," Vaggie asked curiously "IDK but...Ever felt like you've just experienced a long-distance diss?" Charlie asked Vaggie sighed. "All the time from Lute. But the way I see it if they aren't man enough to say it to your face then fuck them. Still." she picked up her spear. "Can you sense who said it? If you can I can mess em up for you and I'd do it with a smile" Charlie smiled and placed a gentle hand on her girlfriend's shoulder. "It won't be necessary. Besides. As you say, fuck em" - "And they're off" Ivory stood up after seeing the witch girl leave with Baron. She stopped when she sensed another presence not too far from where they're at. Her older sister glanced at her. "Huh. I detect another Chosen. Yet unlike the Scrub who was more of a pain in the ass than a hero this one has potential" Ivory snaps her fingers and an image of Chidori is shown. Her older sister looked at the image with disbelief. "Seriously?" "Hey remember when everyone laughed at the prospect of a ditzy blonde would end up becoming a Slayer?" "Good point. I must admit. A throwdown between her and Baron would be something to see" Ivory waves it off. "Nah. Something tells me she won't be fully down with it. I mean Baron is her bro after all. Plus he's Han's lover so why fuck with that? The only way I see it happening is when his roommate really does something sinister. And look. We're fucking demons. Sinister acts runs with the territory. Why the fuck do you think Charlie tries to keep her true powers hidden" "Wait. You mean to tell me Disney Princess Reject isn't as prim and proper as she come off" "Sis. She's Lucifer's fucking daughter. Fuck she has proven as such for making the citizens of hell fall for that whole Disney persona she carries." Pallor rubs the back of her neck. "Fuck. That would explain how in the hell she has survived hell or even the angels for that long." she glances at Chidori's image once more. "You know, when the time comes. A fight between that girl and Baron would be fucking awesome" "Now you're speaking my fucking language!" "Say less, sir. You know I'm always down for some monster killing. I suggest we draw up and discuss these battle plans soon after rest." She leaned her head against Adam. "Besides, your music is comforting." "That's the whole idea of Rock&Roll, babe, to lighten up everyone's mood, improve their moods and incite badassery." - "Can do!" Angel Dust volunteered as he raised one of his hands. This earned a few laughs from the Hotel Crew. "Fuck 'em sexily or fuck 'em up?" Lucifer joked. Angel Dust winked at him. Nifty jumped up and down on the couch while waving her riding crop in the air. "Just point me in the Bad Boys' Direction and let them punish 'em!" "I have an entire armory worth of bombs I'm ready and waiting to use!" Cherri called out. - "I am SO glad you enjoyed such a wonderful Earth Brawl and the brutal execution of a scrawny little crusty faced bitch. Rest assured we will be airing re-runs in spectacular hellalicious 3270HD! Remember to tune into The Vee-Network and only the Vee-Network if you want to view the greatest shows in Hell, subscribe to VeeFlix and Subscribe to our VelvetteOwnsYou on HellTube! Look forward to Valentino's Next XXX-XXX-XXX Rated Adult Film based on the battle you just witnessed coming to you soon in Vee Approved Theaters! We'll be back soon to discuss the spectacular brutality on Vox-2-Nite after a word from our sponsors!" He snapped his fingers and they went to commercial as Vox relaxed. "Awwwww yeah! Just look at those fucking ratings shooting up! We are booming tonight boys!" "I'm not opposed to profiting off of this but since when am I making a movie based off of that?" Val questioned. "Since right now. Remind Angel to keep his schedule open. Speaking of schedules? I bet Allison's kicking himself in his tight red bitch-ass right now with the way we just beat his ass down after that!" Velvette looked up from her phone where she'd been texting Loona and Octavia about the fight. "...Actually, Vox? He started his Radio Show a full two-three seconds before your show started. Not that big of a deal really with all of the viewers we just got but-" " WHAT?!" - "That's right boys keep it coming! Let yourselves go and pound that shit back! We don't need a reason to party but that fight was as good a reason as any so lets get SHIT-FACED TONIGHT! DRINKS ALL AROUND! POUND IT BACK, POUR IT DOWN, THROW IT BACK, DANCE TILL YOU FUCKING DROP AND PARTY HARD! KEEP THAT SWEET, SWEET, HONEY COMING FOR MAMA!" Beelzebub cheered on the party goers over the pounding music. - "Sooo another Delinquent-Chosen. Hope she turns out better than Majiba." Ivory laughed. "Oh trust me. This one has her shit together way better than that atom bomb. She's a more focused quiet flame waiting to erupt as compared to the loose cannon that Majiba is. I'm sure 'They' found a way to direct her but Chidori's already more reigned in than her." Pallor giggled. "Say, speaking of the M.G.C's., wasn't there another up and comer we've been keeping an eye on? The Blue-Haired Samurai Girl?" At IMP Inc "Well that was a hell of a lot than I expected. I hope I have dreams about that Baron Beefcake tonight. Or his Demon. Or both " Blitzo say while finishing his soda after wolfing down another hotdog "UGH, TMI DAD! I'M RIGHT HERE" Loona scoffed and crumbled an empty bag of popcorn and tossed it in the trash can. Then sent Vel a text back. Loona thought about it and responds
Han's cellphone buzzed. Seeing Gwen's name he looked at his sisters, "Excuse me" when he answered the phone Gwen spoke before he had a chance to. "Hello my Dark Spirit" Han glanced back, relieved to see Hana busy talking to Chidori. "Hello Kiki" "Kimo"Han made a face at Hana and continued, "Baron or Malty?" "Oh Malty's fine. She's on a shopping spree with Toki and Morgaine. Milord was the one who was throwing hands. Don't worry, he's sleeping it off. I'd be more concerned about the loser who he'd just put in his place. But enough about that. Guess what I am doing?" Han's face turned pink "I don't need magic to notice you're getting warmer Dark Spirit" Gwin giggled on the other end. "I sent you a little something in case you're curious" Han sees the photo and it's an image of Gwen in bed, wearing underwear that leaves little to the imagination while making a smooching gesture. Even though he doesn't see his face Han can recognize Baron's blonde locks anywhere. "We're soooo lonely Dark Spirit. We could use the company." Hana made smooching noises at Han's expense. Chidori holds back a laugh but encourages: "Oh, just go. If Morgaine is there, tell her I said Sup."
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Oct 23, 2024 0:34:37 GMT
"Say less, sir. You know I'm always down for some monster killing. I suggest we draw up and discuss these battle plans soon after rest." She leaned her head against Adam. "Besides, your music is comforting." "That's the whole idea of Rock&Roll, babe, to lighten up everyone's mood, improve their moods and incite badassery." - "Can do!" Angel Dust volunteered as he raised one of his hands. This earned a few laughs from the Hotel Crew. "Fuck 'em sexily or fuck 'em up?" Lucifer joked. Angel Dust winked at him. Nifty jumped up and down on the couch while waving her riding crop in the air. "Just point me in the Bad Boys' Direction and let them punish 'em!" "I have an entire armory worth of bombs I'm ready and waiting to use!" Cherri called out. - "I am SO glad you enjoyed such a wonderful Earth Brawl and the brutal execution of a scrawny little crusty faced bitch. Rest assured we will be airing re-runs in spectacular hellalicious 3270HD! Remember to tune into The Vee-Network and only the Vee-Network if you want to view the greatest shows in Hell, subscribe to VeeFlix and Subscribe to our VelvetteOwnsYou on HellTube! Look forward to Valentino's Next XXX-XXX-XXX Rated Adult Film based on the battle you just witnessed coming to you soon in Vee Approved Theaters! We'll be back soon to discuss the spectacular brutality on Vox-2-Nite after a word from our sponsors!" He snapped his fingers and they went to commercial as Vox relaxed. "Awwwww yeah! Just look at those fucking ratings shooting up! We are booming tonight boys!" "I'm not opposed to profiting off of this but since when am I making a movie based off of that?" Val questioned. "Since right now. Remind Angel to keep his schedule open. Speaking of schedules? I bet Allison's kicking himself in his tight red bitch-ass right now with the way we just beat his ass down after that!" Velvette looked up from her phone where she'd been texting Loona and Octavia about the fight. "...Actually, Vox? He started his Radio Show a full two-three seconds before your show started. Not that big of a deal really with all of the viewers we just got but-" " WHAT?!" - "That's right boys keep it coming! Let yourselves go and pound that shit back! We don't need a reason to party but that fight was as good a reason as any so lets get SHIT-FACED TONIGHT! DRINKS ALL AROUND! POUND IT BACK, POUR IT DOWN, THROW IT BACK, DANCE TILL YOU FUCKING DROP AND PARTY HARD! KEEP THAT SWEET, SWEET, HONEY COMING FOR MAMA!" Beelzebub cheered on the party goers over the pounding music. - "Sooo another Delinquent-Chosen. Hope she turns out better than Majiba." Ivory laughed. "Oh trust me. This one has her shit together way better than that atom bomb. She's a more focused quiet flame waiting to erupt as compared to the loose cannon that Majiba is. I'm sure 'They' found a way to direct her but Chidori's already more reigned in than her." Pallor giggled. "Say, speaking of the M.G.C's., wasn't there another up and comer we've been keeping an eye on? The Blue-Haired Samurai Girl?" At IMP Inc "Well that was a hell of a lot than I expected. I hope I have dreams about that Baron Beefcake tonight. Or his Demon. Or both " Blitzo say while finishing his soda after wolfing down another hotdog "UGH, TMI DAD! I'M RIGHT HERE" Loona scoffed and crumbled an empty bag of popcorn and tossed it in the trash can. Then sent Vel a text back. Loona thought about it and responds
Han's cellphone buzzed. Seeing Gwen's name he looked at his sisters, "Excuse me" when he answered the phone Gwen spoke before he had a chance to. "Hello my Dark Spirit" Han glanced back, relieved to see Hana busy talking to Chidori. "Hello Kiki" "Kimo"Han made a face at Hana and continued, "Baron or Malty?" "Oh Malty's fine. She's on a shopping spree with Toki and Morgaine. Milord was the one who was throwing hands. Don't worry, he's sleeping it off. I'd be more concerned about the loser who he'd just put in his place. But enough about that. Guess what I am doing?" Han's face turned pink "I don't need magic to notice you're getting warmer Dark Spirit" Gwin giggled on the other end. "I sent you a little something in case you're curious" Han sees the photo and it's an image of Gwen in bed, wearing underwear that leaves little to the imagination while making a smooching gesture. Even though he doesn't see his face Han can recognize Baron's blonde locks anywhere. "We're soooo lonely Dark Spirit. We could use the company." Hana made smooching noises at Han's expense. Chidori holds back a laugh but encourages: "Oh, just go. If Morgaine is there, tell her I said Sup."
"Oh a twofer! This world has gotten interesting" Ivory giggled. "Are you sure you two will be alright?" Han asked them. "Oh we'll be just fine the hurricane's already passed. So we're free to just sit back and relax now." (A hurricane, huh? Yeah, that sounds about right. Although I'm impressed she was able to sense the massacre from this far away. I should bring that up to Malty later.) "I understand. I'll pass that info along. You two feel free to chillax in the meantime. Stay here, stay out of trouble, keep the bullying to a minimum." "No promises!" Hana chimed in. - - "That...seemed unnecessarily brutal." Moxxie noted. "Well shoot, it ain't too awful! Ya see stuff like that all the time in The Wrath Ring! Course, down yonder, when they chop off a limb, it ain't comin' back. Gotta get real crafty if ya wanna stick 'em back on." Millie pointed out. "Besides, is it really all that much more brutal than our usual killing sprees? Hell, I saw The Cannibals mauling some poor sap on the way to work this morning!" Blitzo laughed. |
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