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The one speaking to you is "Glitch". And welcome to the home of all whom God has [rejected].

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The Anual Death Pit Tournament, Caedes Coliseum, Violence District of the Wrath Ring.
The Anual Death Pit Tournament. An equally beloved and infamous event in hell. The biggest gladiatorial fight hosted by Wrath's royal family, where over two hundred demons were dumped in a single arena with the sole objective of surviving all of the others, with heavily suppressed powers and limited arsenal and protection. It was easily one of the most challenging events to live through, if you were one of the competitors. Only one could come out alive.
Hell's population loved it, of course they did. The event's day was a holiday, one of the few they had. The Coliseum's best seats all sold out, the public ones packed full, demons bumping against eachother, placing bets of this year's competitors. Anonymity was one of the rules for the fighters, as the point of the fight was winning through skill only, not political importance or levels of raw power, hence the suppression seals all over the battlegrounds.
This year, by the Prince of Pride's personal request, the event had been extended for three days instead of a single one. Despite the Prince of Wrath, the event organizer's complaints, it had been done. This year, there would be three whole days of uninterrupted bloodshed, with waves of demons replacing the deceased ones until only one was left at the end of the third day.
It wasn't Damien's first time at the Tournament.
The first one, when he had just turned seventeen, had been his first real fight outside of his mother's training. He went back to the tournament again at 19, then at 21. Now, at 23, it was his fourth time sitting in the dressing room, wrapping up his boots and pants tightly with fabric. Three days he would fight non stop, starting the moment he set foot in the arena and the horns were played. It had been his own idea, really. He hadn't felt like himself for... Ages now. Trying too hard to fit into whatever box and title people had given him. Prince, parent, sibling, friend, lover. He didn't understand those things, not like people wanted him to.
But he understood bloodshed, he understood fighting, the cacophony of blades hitting against eachother and pained screams.
For now, he had time to prepare, tending to the sword he brought. Retribution. It burned a little to hold it, made with an alloy that held the slightest hint of holy steel, the highest grade the Tournament's committee accepted. He had won the blade at his first time, having been stabbed in the gut with it, then stolen it to kill his attacker with their own weapon. It had been very satisfactory then.
Look at you—the prodigal son always comes home, doesn't he?
He lets out a twisted, choked laugh
Come on, that was funny. What's it going to be this time? Dismemberment, impalement, gutting?
You've got to be more creative. It's getting boring to watch, to say the least.
It’s not like you have a choice, is it? You crave it, you love it, you feel it in your bones.
You’re not one bit different from any of us.
Their body froze, eyes wide hearing that voice.
No, no, no, no, no no no no no no-!
Turning back and blindly slashing at where the taunt had came from with the sword, suddenly breathing heavy.
He should not be here. Not now.
The damned man who set him up for the first Tournament, without even warning him of it.
"It's your fault in the first place-!"
They hissed out under their breath, words dripping with poison
...So what? That doesn't mean I have any less right to find your performance boring.
He tried to strike Glitch again, sword flying towards his father's body.
"We are not putting up a performance for you! You delirious sociopath!"
Ugh...so dramatic.
I mean, i like it dramatic, but not like that.
"I don't give a damn to what you like! Leave us be!"
And what's the fun in that?
Leave you without any problems?
HA
that was a good one
"We have enough problems without you around. Out!"
They spat out with a scowl
Like what? Becoming an Eldritch creature?
Now that i noticed, did you cut your hair? You are quite different now, aren't you?
He laughs
"Beco-... You're... Not eldritch?"
I am...why?
"Should we not have been eldritch from the start, then..?"
You understood what i said, you are different, blah blah blah.
They growl, ears pinning back.
"We know that already, you dolt"
Good, it means you have eyes.
With a snarl, they punch Glitch into the ground, turning back to walk towards the gates leading into the arena
"Do us a favor and disappear again. Waste of matter..."
Don't worry, kiddo, i'll be there with you...
Technically be there
"Tsk, don't bother with that"
Have fun, i'll be with you.
#event: death pit tournament
They scoff in disdain, standing by the gates, waiting for them to open.
They wished Glitch would just disappear already. That they could go around without feeling his eyes on their back. They hated it. Hated him.
He laughs a little, noticing Damien's anger toward him
The Anual Death Pit Tournament, Caedes Coliseum, Violence District of the Wrath Ring.
The Anual Death Pit Tournament. An equally beloved and infamous event in hell. The biggest gladiatorial fight hosted by Wrath's royal family, where over two hundred demons were dumped in a single arena with the sole objective of surviving all of the others, with heavily suppressed powers and limited arsenal and protection. It was easily one of the most challenging events to live through, if you were one of the competitors. Only one could come out alive.
Hell's population loved it, of course they did. The event's day was a holiday, one of the few they had. The Coliseum's best seats all sold out, the public ones packed full, demons bumping against eachother, placing bets of this year's competitors. Anonymity was one of the rules for the fighters, as the point of the fight was winning through skill only, not political importance or levels of raw power, hence the suppression seals all over the battlegrounds.
This year, by the Prince of Pride's personal request, the event had been extended for three days instead of a single one. Despite the Prince of Wrath, the event organizer's complaints, it had been done. This year, there would be three whole days of uninterrupted bloodshed, with waves of demons replacing the deceased ones until only one was left at the end of the third day.
It wasn't Damien's first time at the Tournament.
The first one, when he had just turned seventeen, had been his first real fight outside of his mother's training. He went back to the tournament again at 19, then at 21. Now, at 23, it was his fourth time sitting in the dressing room, wrapping up his boots and pants tightly with fabric. Three days he would fight non stop, starting the moment he set foot in the arena and the horns were played. It had been his own idea, really. He hadn't felt like himself for... Ages now. Trying too hard to fit into whatever box and title people had given him. Prince, parent, sibling, friend, lover. He didn't understand those things, not like people wanted him to.
But he understood bloodshed, he understood fighting, the cacophony of blades hitting against eachother and pained screams.
For now, he had time to prepare, tending to the sword he brought. Retribution. It burned a little to hold it, made with an alloy that held the slightest hint of holy steel, the highest grade the Tournament's committee accepted. He had won the blade at his first time, having been stabbed in the gut with it, then stolen it to kill his attacker with their own weapon. It had been very satisfactory then.
Look at you—the prodigal son always comes home, doesn't he?
He lets out a twisted, choked laugh
Come on, that was funny. What's it going to be this time? Dismemberment, impalement, gutting?
You've got to be more creative. It's getting boring to watch, to say the least.
It’s not like you have a choice, is it? You crave it, you love it, you feel it in your bones.
You’re not one bit different from any of us.
Their body froze, eyes wide hearing that voice.
No, no, no, no, no no no no no no-!
Turning back and blindly slashing at where the taunt had came from with the sword, suddenly breathing heavy.
He should not be here. Not now.
The damned man who set him up for the first Tournament, without even warning him of it.
"It's your fault in the first place-!"
They hissed out under their breath, words dripping with poison
...So what? That doesn't mean I have any less right to find your performance boring.
He tried to strike Glitch again, sword flying towards his father's body.
"We are not putting up a performance for you! You delirious sociopath!"
Ugh...so dramatic.
I mean, i like it dramatic, but not like that.
"I don't give a damn to what you like! Leave us be!"
And what's the fun in that?
Leave you without any problems?
HA
that was a good one
"We have enough problems without you around. Out!"
They spat out with a scowl
Like what? Becoming an Eldritch creature?
Now that i noticed, did you cut your hair? You are quite different now, aren't you?
He laughs
"Beco-... You're... Not eldritch?"
I am...why?
"Should we not have been eldritch from the start, then..?"
You understood what i said, you are different, blah blah blah.
They growl, ears pinning back.
"We know that already, you dolt"
Good, it means you have eyes.
With a snarl, they punch Glitch into the ground, turning back to walk towards the gates leading into the arena
"Do us a favor and disappear again. Waste of matter..."
Don't worry, kiddo, i'll be there with you...
Technically be there
"Tsk, don't bother with that"
Have fun, i'll be with you.
#event: death pit tournament
The Anual Death Pit Tournament, Caedes Coliseum, Violence District of the Wrath Ring.
The Anual Death Pit Tournament. An equally beloved and infamous event in hell. The biggest gladiatorial fight hosted by Wrath's royal family, where over two hundred demons were dumped in a single arena with the sole objective of surviving all of the others, with heavily suppressed powers and limited arsenal and protection. It was easily one of the most challenging events to live through, if you were one of the competitors. Only one could come out alive.
Hell's population loved it, of course they did. The event's day was a holiday, one of the few they had. The Coliseum's best seats all sold out, the public ones packed full, demons bumping against eachother, placing bets of this year's competitors. Anonymity was one of the rules for the fighters, as the point of the fight was winning through skill only, not political importance or levels of raw power, hence the suppression seals all over the battlegrounds.
This year, by the Prince of Pride's personal request, the event had been extended for three days instead of a single one. Despite the Prince of Wrath, the event organizer's complaints, it had been done. This year, there would be three whole days of uninterrupted bloodshed, with waves of demons replacing the deceased ones until only one was left at the end of the third day.
It wasn't Damien's first time at the Tournament.
The first one, when he had just turned seventeen, had been his first real fight outside of his mother's training. He went back to the tournament again at 19, then at 21. Now, at 23, it was his fourth time sitting in the dressing room, wrapping up his boots and pants tightly with fabric. Three days he would fight non stop, starting the moment he set foot in the arena and the horns were played. It had been his own idea, really. He hadn't felt like himself for... Ages now. Trying too hard to fit into whatever box and title people had given him. Prince, parent, sibling, friend, lover. He didn't understand those things, not like people wanted him to.
But he understood bloodshed, he understood fighting, the cacophony of blades hitting against eachother and pained screams.
For now, he had time to prepare, tending to the sword he brought. Retribution. It burned a little to hold it, made with an alloy that held the slightest hint of holy steel, the highest grade the Tournament's committee accepted. He had won the blade at his first time, having been stabbed in the gut with it, then stolen it to kill his attacker with their own weapon. It had been very satisfactory then.
Look at you—the prodigal son always comes home, doesn't he?
He lets out a twisted, choked laugh
Come on, that was funny. What's it going to be this time? Dismemberment, impalement, gutting?
You've got to be more creative. It's getting boring to watch, to say the least.
It’s not like you have a choice, is it? You crave it, you love it, you feel it in your bones.
You’re not one bit different from any of us.
Their body froze, eyes wide hearing that voice.
No, no, no, no, no no no no no no-!
Turning back and blindly slashing at where the taunt had came from with the sword, suddenly breathing heavy.
He should not be here. Not now.
The damned man who set him up for the first Tournament, without even warning him of it.
"It's your fault in the first place-!"
They hissed out under their breath, words dripping with poison
...So what? That doesn't mean I have any less right to find your performance boring.
He tried to strike Glitch again, sword flying towards his father's body.
"We are not putting up a performance for you! You delirious sociopath!"
Ugh...so dramatic.
I mean, i like it dramatic, but not like that.
"I don't give a damn to what you like! Leave us be!"
And what's the fun in that?
Leave you without any problems?
HA
that was a good one
"We have enough problems without you around. Out!"
They spat out with a scowl
Like what? Becoming an Eldritch creature?
Now that i noticed, did you cut your hair? You are quite different now, aren't you?
He laughs
"Beco-... You're... Not eldritch?"
I am...why?
"Should we not have been eldritch from the start, then..?"
You understood what i said, you are different, blah blah blah.
They growl, ears pinning back.
"We know that already, you dolt"
Good, it means you have eyes.
With a snarl, they punch Glitch into the ground, turning back to walk towards the gates leading into the arena
"Do us a favor and disappear again. Waste of matter..."
Don't worry, kiddo, i'll be there with you...
Technically be there
The Anual Death Pit Tournament, Caedes Coliseum, Violence District of the Wrath Ring.
The Anual Death Pit Tournament. An equally beloved and infamous event in hell. The biggest gladiatorial fight hosted by Wrath's royal family, where over two hundred demons were dumped in a single arena with the sole objective of surviving all of the others, with heavily suppressed powers and limited arsenal and protection. It was easily one of the most challenging events to live through, if you were one of the competitors. Only one could come out alive.
Hell's population loved it, of course they did. The event's day was a holiday, one of the few they had. The Coliseum's best seats all sold out, the public ones packed full, demons bumping against eachother, placing bets of this year's competitors. Anonymity was one of the rules for the fighters, as the point of the fight was winning through skill only, not political importance or levels of raw power, hence the suppression seals all over the battlegrounds.
This year, by the Prince of Pride's personal request, the event had been extended for three days instead of a single one. Despite the Prince of Wrath, the event organizer's complaints, it had been done. This year, there would be three whole days of uninterrupted bloodshed, with waves of demons replacing the deceased ones until only one was left at the end of the third day.
It wasn't Damien's first time at the Tournament.
The first one, when he had just turned seventeen, had been his first real fight outside of his mother's training. He went back to the tournament again at 19, then at 21. Now, at 23, it was his fourth time sitting in the dressing room, wrapping up his boots and pants tightly with fabric. Three days he would fight non stop, starting the moment he set foot in the arena and the horns were played. It had been his own idea, really. He hadn't felt like himself for... Ages now. Trying too hard to fit into whatever box and title people had given him. Prince, parent, sibling, friend, lover. He didn't understand those things, not like people wanted him to.
But he understood bloodshed, he understood fighting, the cacophony of blades hitting against eachother and pained screams.
For now, he had time to prepare, tending to the sword he brought. Retribution. It burned a little to hold it, made with an alloy that held the slightest hint of holy steel, the highest grade the Tournament's committee accepted. He had won the blade at his first time, having been stabbed in the gut with it, then stolen it to kill his attacker with their own weapon. It had been very satisfactory then.
Look at you—the prodigal son always comes home, doesn't he?
He lets out a twisted, choked laugh
Come on, that was funny. What's it going to be this time? Dismemberment, impalement, gutting?
You've got to be more creative. It's getting boring to watch, to say the least.
It’s not like you have a choice, is it? You crave it, you love it, you feel it in your bones.
You’re not one bit different from any of us.
Their body froze, eyes wide hearing that voice.
No, no, no, no, no no no no no no-!
Turning back and blindly slashing at where the taunt had came from with the sword, suddenly breathing heavy.
He should not be here. Not now.
The damned man who set him up for the first Tournament, without even warning him of it.
"It's your fault in the first place-!"
They hissed out under their breath, words dripping with poison
...So what? That doesn't mean I have any less right to find your performance boring.
He tried to strike Glitch again, sword flying towards his father's body.
"We are not putting up a performance for you! You delirious sociopath!"
Ugh...so dramatic.
I mean, i like it dramatic, but not like that.
"I don't give a damn to what you like! Leave us be!"
And what's the fun in that?
Leave you without any problems?
HA
that was a good one
"We have enough problems without you around. Out!"
They spat out with a scowl
Like what? Becoming an Eldritch creature?
Now that i noticed, did you cut your hair? You are quite different now, aren't you?
He laughs
"Beco-... You're... Not eldritch?"
I am...why?
"Should we not have been eldritch from the start, then..?"
You understood what i said, you are different, blah blah blah.
They growl, ears pinning back.
"We know that already, you dolt"
Good, it means you have eyes.

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The Anual Death Pit Tournament, Caedes Coliseum, Violence District of the Wrath Ring.
The Anual Death Pit Tournament. An equally beloved and infamous event in hell. The biggest gladiatorial fight hosted by Wrath's royal family, where over two hundred demons were dumped in a single arena with the sole objective of surviving all of the others, with heavily suppressed powers and limited arsenal and protection. It was easily one of the most challenging events to live through, if you were one of the competitors. Only one could come out alive.
Hell's population loved it, of course they did. The event's day was a holiday, one of the few they had. The Coliseum's best seats all sold out, the public ones packed full, demons bumping against eachother, placing bets of this year's competitors. Anonymity was one of the rules for the fighters, as the point of the fight was winning through skill only, not political importance or levels of raw power, hence the suppression seals all over the battlegrounds.
This year, by the Prince of Pride's personal request, the event had been extended for three days instead of a single one. Despite the Prince of Wrath, the event organizer's complaints, it had been done. This year, there would be three whole days of uninterrupted bloodshed, with waves of demons replacing the deceased ones until only one was left at the end of the third day.
It wasn't Damien's first time at the Tournament.
The first one, when he had just turned seventeen, had been his first real fight outside of his mother's training. He went back to the tournament again at 19, then at 21. Now, at 23, it was his fourth time sitting in the dressing room, wrapping up his boots and pants tightly with fabric. Three days he would fight non stop, starting the moment he set foot in the arena and the horns were played. It had been his own idea, really. He hadn't felt like himself for... Ages now. Trying too hard to fit into whatever box and title people had given him. Prince, parent, sibling, friend, lover. He didn't understand those things, not like people wanted him to.
But he understood bloodshed, he understood fighting, the cacophony of blades hitting against eachother and pained screams.
For now, he had time to prepare, tending to the sword he brought. Retribution. It burned a little to hold it, made with an alloy that held the slightest hint of holy steel, the highest grade the Tournament's committee accepted. He had won the blade at his first time, having been stabbed in the gut with it, then stolen it to kill his attacker with their own weapon. It had been very satisfactory then.
Look at you—the prodigal son always comes home, doesn't he?
He lets out a twisted, choked laugh
Come on, that was funny. What's it going to be this time? Dismemberment, impalement, gutting?
You've got to be more creative. It's getting boring to watch, to say the least.
It’s not like you have a choice, is it? You crave it, you love it, you feel it in your bones.
You’re not one bit different from any of us.
Their body froze, eyes wide hearing that voice.
No, no, no, no, no no no no no no-!
Turning back and blindly slashing at where the taunt had came from with the sword, suddenly breathing heavy.
He should not be here. Not now.
The damned man who set him up for the first Tournament, without even warning him of it.
"It's your fault in the first place-!"
They hissed out under their breath, words dripping with poison
...So what? That doesn't mean I have any less right to find your performance boring.
He tried to strike Glitch again, sword flying towards his father's body.
"We are not putting up a performance for you! You delirious sociopath!"
Ugh...so dramatic.
I mean, i like it dramatic, but not like that.
"I don't give a damn to what you like! Leave us be!"
And what's the fun in that?
Leave you without any problems?
HA
that was a good one
"We have enough problems without you around. Out!"
They spat out with a scowl
Like what? Becoming an Eldritch creature?
Now that i noticed, did you cut your hair? You are quite different now, aren't you?
He laughs
"Beco-... You're... Not eldritch?"
I am...why?
"Should we not have been eldritch from the start, then..?"
You understood what i said, you are different, blah blah blah.
The Anual Death Pit Tournament, Caedes Coliseum, Violence District of the Wrath Ring.
The Anual Death Pit Tournament. An equally beloved and infamous event in hell. The biggest gladiatorial fight hosted by Wrath's royal family, where over two hundred demons were dumped in a single arena with the sole objective of surviving all of the others, with heavily suppressed powers and limited arsenal and protection. It was easily one of the most challenging events to live through, if you were one of the competitors. Only one could come out alive.
Hell's population loved it, of course they did. The event's day was a holiday, one of the few they had. The Coliseum's best seats all sold out, the public ones packed full, demons bumping against eachother, placing bets of this year's competitors. Anonymity was one of the rules for the fighters, as the point of the fight was winning through skill only, not political importance or levels of raw power, hence the suppression seals all over the battlegrounds.
This year, by the Prince of Pride's personal request, the event had been extended for three days instead of a single one. Despite the Prince of Wrath, the event organizer's complaints, it had been done. This year, there would be three whole days of uninterrupted bloodshed, with waves of demons replacing the deceased ones until only one was left at the end of the third day.
It wasn't Damien's first time at the Tournament.
The first one, when he had just turned seventeen, had been his first real fight outside of his mother's training. He went back to the tournament again at 19, then at 21. Now, at 23, it was his fourth time sitting in the dressing room, wrapping up his boots and pants tightly with fabric. Three days he would fight non stop, starting the moment he set foot in the arena and the horns were played. It had been his own idea, really. He hadn't felt like himself for... Ages now. Trying too hard to fit into whatever box and title people had given him. Prince, parent, sibling, friend, lover. He didn't understand those things, not like people wanted him to.
But he understood bloodshed, he understood fighting, the cacophony of blades hitting against eachother and pained screams.
For now, he had time to prepare, tending to the sword he brought. Retribution. It burned a little to hold it, made with an alloy that held the slightest hint of holy steel, the highest grade the Tournament's committee accepted. He had won the blade at his first time, having been stabbed in the gut with it, then stolen it to kill his attacker with their own weapon. It had been very satisfactory then.
Look at you—the prodigal son always comes home, doesn't he?
He lets out a twisted, choked laugh
Come on, that was funny. What's it going to be this time? Dismemberment, impalement, gutting?
You've got to be more creative. It's getting boring to watch, to say the least.
It’s not like you have a choice, is it? You crave it, you love it, you feel it in your bones.
You’re not one bit different from any of us.
Their body froze, eyes wide hearing that voice.
No, no, no, no, no no no no no no-!
Turning back and blindly slashing at where the taunt had came from with the sword, suddenly breathing heavy.
He should not be here. Not now.
The damned man who set him up for the first Tournament, without even warning him of it.
"It's your fault in the first place-!"
They hissed out under their breath, words dripping with poison
...So what? That doesn't mean I have any less right to find your performance boring.
He tried to strike Glitch again, sword flying towards his father's body.
"We are not putting up a performance for you! You delirious sociopath!"
Ugh...so dramatic.
I mean, i like it dramatic, but not like that.
"I don't give a damn to what you like! Leave us be!"
And what's the fun in that?
Leave you without any problems?
HA
that was a good one
"We have enough problems without you around. Out!"
They spat out with a scowl
Like what? Becoming an Eldritch creature?
Now that i noticed, did you cut your hair? You are quite different now, aren't you?
He laughs
"Beco-... You're... Not eldritch?"
I am...why?
The Anual Death Pit Tournament, Caedes Coliseum, Violence District of the Wrath Ring.
The Anual Death Pit Tournament. An equally beloved and infamous event in hell. The biggest gladiatorial fight hosted by Wrath's royal family, where over two hundred demons were dumped in a single arena with the sole objective of surviving all of the others, with heavily suppressed powers and limited arsenal and protection. It was easily one of the most challenging events to live through, if you were one of the competitors. Only one could come out alive.
Hell's population loved it, of course they did. The event's day was a holiday, one of the few they had. The Coliseum's best seats all sold out, the public ones packed full, demons bumping against eachother, placing bets of this year's competitors. Anonymity was one of the rules for the fighters, as the point of the fight was winning through skill only, not political importance or levels of raw power, hence the suppression seals all over the battlegrounds.
This year, by the Prince of Pride's personal request, the event had been extended for three days instead of a single one. Despite the Prince of Wrath, the event organizer's complaints, it had been done. This year, there would be three whole days of uninterrupted bloodshed, with waves of demons replacing the deceased ones until only one was left at the end of the third day.
It wasn't Damien's first time at the Tournament.
The first one, when he had just turned seventeen, had been his first real fight outside of his mother's training. He went back to the tournament again at 19, then at 21. Now, at 23, it was his fourth time sitting in the dressing room, wrapping up his boots and pants tightly with fabric. Three days he would fight non stop, starting the moment he set foot in the arena and the horns were played. It had been his own idea, really. He hadn't felt like himself for... Ages now. Trying too hard to fit into whatever box and title people had given him. Prince, parent, sibling, friend, lover. He didn't understand those things, not like people wanted him to.
But he understood bloodshed, he understood fighting, the cacophony of blades hitting against eachother and pained screams.
For now, he had time to prepare, tending to the sword he brought. Retribution. It burned a little to hold it, made with an alloy that held the slightest hint of holy steel, the highest grade the Tournament's committee accepted. He had won the blade at his first time, having been stabbed in the gut with it, then stolen it to kill his attacker with their own weapon. It had been very satisfactory then.
Look at you—the prodigal son always comes home, doesn't he?
He lets out a twisted, choked laugh
Come on, that was funny. What's it going to be this time? Dismemberment, impalement, gutting?
You've got to be more creative. It's getting boring to watch, to say the least.
It’s not like you have a choice, is it? You crave it, you love it, you feel it in your bones.
You’re not one bit different from any of us.
Their body froze, eyes wide hearing that voice.
No, no, no, no, no no no no no no-!
Turning back and blindly slashing at where the taunt had came from with the sword, suddenly breathing heavy.
He should not be here. Not now.
The damned man who set him up for the first Tournament, without even warning him of it.
"It's your fault in the first place-!"
They hissed out under their breath, words dripping with poison
...So what? That doesn't mean I have any less right to find your performance boring.
He tried to strike Glitch again, sword flying towards his father's body.
"We are not putting up a performance for you! You delirious sociopath!"
Ugh...so dramatic.
I mean, i like it dramatic, but not like that.
"I don't give a damn to what you like! Leave us be!"
And what's the fun in that?
Leave you without any problems?
HA
that was a good one
"We have enough problems without you around. Out!"
They spat out with a scowl
Like what? Becoming an Eldritch creature?
Now that i noticed, did you cut your hair? You are quite different now, aren't you?
He laughs
The Anual Death Pit Tournament, Caedes Coliseum, Violence District of the Wrath Ring.
The Anual Death Pit Tournament. An equally beloved and infamous event in hell. The biggest gladiatorial fight hosted by Wrath's royal family, where over two hundred demons were dumped in a single arena with the sole objective of surviving all of the others, with heavily suppressed powers and limited arsenal and protection. It was easily one of the most challenging events to live through, if you were one of the competitors. Only one could come out alive.
Hell's population loved it, of course they did. The event's day was a holiday, one of the few they had. The Coliseum's best seats all sold out, the public ones packed full, demons bumping against eachother, placing bets of this year's competitors. Anonymity was one of the rules for the fighters, as the point of the fight was winning through skill only, not political importance or levels of raw power, hence the suppression seals all over the battlegrounds.
This year, by the Prince of Pride's personal request, the event had been extended for three days instead of a single one. Despite the Prince of Wrath, the event organizer's complaints, it had been done. This year, there would be three whole days of uninterrupted bloodshed, with waves of demons replacing the deceased ones until only one was left at the end of the third day.
It wasn't Damien's first time at the Tournament.
The first one, when he had just turned seventeen, had been his first real fight outside of his mother's training. He went back to the tournament again at 19, then at 21. Now, at 23, it was his fourth time sitting in the dressing room, wrapping up his boots and pants tightly with fabric. Three days he would fight non stop, starting the moment he set foot in the arena and the horns were played. It had been his own idea, really. He hadn't felt like himself for... Ages now. Trying too hard to fit into whatever box and title people had given him. Prince, parent, sibling, friend, lover. He didn't understand those things, not like people wanted him to.
But he understood bloodshed, he understood fighting, the cacophony of blades hitting against eachother and pained screams.
For now, he had time to prepare, tending to the sword he brought. Retribution. It burned a little to hold it, made with an alloy that held the slightest hint of holy steel, the highest grade the Tournament's committee accepted. He had won the blade at his first time, having been stabbed in the gut with it, then stolen it to kill his attacker with their own weapon. It had been very satisfactory then.
Look at you—the prodigal son always comes home, doesn't he?
He lets out a twisted, choked laugh
Come on, that was funny. What's it going to be this time? Dismemberment, impalement, gutting?
You've got to be more creative. It's getting boring to watch, to say the least.
It’s not like you have a choice, is it? You crave it, you love it, you feel it in your bones.
You’re not one bit different from any of us.
Their body froze, eyes wide hearing that voice.
No, no, no, no, no no no no no no-!
Turning back and blindly slashing at where the taunt had came from with the sword, suddenly breathing heavy.
He should not be here. Not now.
The damned man who set him up for the first Tournament, without even warning him of it.
"It's your fault in the first place-!"
They hissed out under their breath, words dripping with poison
...So what? That doesn't mean I have any less right to find your performance boring.
He tried to strike Glitch again, sword flying towards his father's body.
"We are not putting up a performance for you! You delirious sociopath!"
Ugh...so dramatic.
I mean, i like it dramatic, but not like that.
"I don't give a damn to what you like! Leave us be!"
And what's the fun in that?
Leave you without any problems?
HA
that was a good one
The Anual Death Pit Tournament, Caedes Coliseum, Violence District of the Wrath Ring.
The Anual Death Pit Tournament. An equally beloved and infamous event in hell. The biggest gladiatorial fight hosted by Wrath's royal family, where over two hundred demons were dumped in a single arena with the sole objective of surviving all of the others, with heavily suppressed powers and limited arsenal and protection. It was easily one of the most challenging events to live through, if you were one of the competitors. Only one could come out alive.
Hell's population loved it, of course they did. The event's day was a holiday, one of the few they had. The Coliseum's best seats all sold out, the public ones packed full, demons bumping against eachother, placing bets of this year's competitors. Anonymity was one of the rules for the fighters, as the point of the fight was winning through skill only, not political importance or levels of raw power, hence the suppression seals all over the battlegrounds.
This year, by the Prince of Pride's personal request, the event had been extended for three days instead of a single one. Despite the Prince of Wrath, the event organizer's complaints, it had been done. This year, there would be three whole days of uninterrupted bloodshed, with waves of demons replacing the deceased ones until only one was left at the end of the third day.
It wasn't Damien's first time at the Tournament.
The first one, when he had just turned seventeen, had been his first real fight outside of his mother's training. He went back to the tournament again at 19, then at 21. Now, at 23, it was his fourth time sitting in the dressing room, wrapping up his boots and pants tightly with fabric. Three days he would fight non stop, starting the moment he set foot in the arena and the horns were played. It had been his own idea, really. He hadn't felt like himself for... Ages now. Trying too hard to fit into whatever box and title people had given him. Prince, parent, sibling, friend, lover. He didn't understand those things, not like people wanted him to.
But he understood bloodshed, he understood fighting, the cacophony of blades hitting against eachother and pained screams.
For now, he had time to prepare, tending to the sword he brought. Retribution. It burned a little to hold it, made with an alloy that held the slightest hint of holy steel, the highest grade the Tournament's committee accepted. He had won the blade at his first time, having been stabbed in the gut with it, then stolen it to kill his attacker with their own weapon. It had been very satisfactory then.
Look at you—the prodigal son always comes home, doesn't he?
He lets out a twisted, choked laugh
Come on, that was funny. What's it going to be this time? Dismemberment, impalement, gutting?
You've got to be more creative. It's getting boring to watch, to say the least.
It’s not like you have a choice, is it? You crave it, you love it, you feel it in your bones.
You’re not one bit different from any of us.
Their body froze, eyes wide hearing that voice.
No, no, no, no, no no no no no no-!
Turning back and blindly slashing at where the taunt had came from with the sword, suddenly breathing heavy.
He should not be here. Not now.
The damned man who set him up for the first Tournament, without even warning him of it.
"It's your fault in the first place-!"
They hissed out under their breath, words dripping with poison
...So what? That doesn't mean I have any less right to find your performance boring.
He tried to strike Glitch again, sword flying towards his father's body.
"We are not putting up a performance for you! You delirious sociopath!"
Ugh...so dramatic.
I mean, i like it dramatic, but not like that.

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The Anual Death Pit Tournament, Caedes Coliseum, Violence District of the Wrath Ring.
The Anual Death Pit Tournament. An equally beloved and infamous event in hell. The biggest gladiatorial fight hosted by Wrath's royal family, where over two hundred demons were dumped in a single arena with the sole objective of surviving all of the others, with heavily suppressed powers and limited arsenal and protection. It was easily one of the most challenging events to live through, if you were one of the competitors. Only one could come out alive.
Hell's population loved it, of course they did. The event's day was a holiday, one of the few they had. The Coliseum's best seats all sold out, the public ones packed full, demons bumping against eachother, placing bets of this year's competitors. Anonymity was one of the rules for the fighters, as the point of the fight was winning through skill only, not political importance or levels of raw power, hence the suppression seals all over the battlegrounds.
This year, by the Prince of Pride's personal request, the event had been extended for three days instead of a single one. Despite the Prince of Wrath, the event organizer's complaints, it had been done. This year, there would be three whole days of uninterrupted bloodshed, with waves of demons replacing the deceased ones until only one was left at the end of the third day.
It wasn't Damien's first time at the Tournament.
The first one, when he had just turned seventeen, had been his first real fight outside of his mother's training. He went back to the tournament again at 19, then at 21. Now, at 23, it was his fourth time sitting in the dressing room, wrapping up his boots and pants tightly with fabric. Three days he would fight non stop, starting the moment he set foot in the arena and the horns were played. It had been his own idea, really. He hadn't felt like himself for... Ages now. Trying too hard to fit into whatever box and title people had given him. Prince, parent, sibling, friend, lover. He didn't understand those things, not like people wanted him to.
But he understood bloodshed, he understood fighting, the cacophony of blades hitting against eachother and pained screams.
For now, he had time to prepare, tending to the sword he brought. Retribution. It burned a little to hold it, made with an alloy that held the slightest hint of holy steel, the highest grade the Tournament's committee accepted. He had won the blade at his first time, having been stabbed in the gut with it, then stolen it to kill his attacker with their own weapon. It had been very satisfactory then.
Look at you—the prodigal son always comes home, doesn't he?
He lets out a twisted, choked laugh
Come on, that was funny. What's it going to be this time? Dismemberment, impalement, gutting?
You've got to be more creative. It's getting boring to watch, to say the least.
It’s not like you have a choice, is it? You crave it, you love it, you feel it in your bones.
You’re not one bit different from any of us.
Their body froze, eyes wide hearing that voice.
No, no, no, no, no no no no no no-!
Turning back and blindly slashing at where the taunt had came from with the sword, suddenly breathing heavy.
He should not be here. Not now.
The damned man who set him up for the first Tournament, without even warning him of it.
"It's your fault in the first place-!"
They hissed out under their breath, words dripping with poison
...So what? That doesn't mean I have any less right to find your performance boring.
The Anual Death Pit Tournament, Caedes Coliseum, Violence District of the Wrath Ring.
The Anual Death Pit Tournament. An equally beloved and infamous event in hell. The biggest gladiatorial fight hosted by Wrath's royal family, where over two hundred demons were dumped in a single arena with the sole objective of surviving all of the others, with heavily suppressed powers and limited arsenal and protection. It was easily one of the most challenging events to live through, if you were one of the competitors. Only one could come out alive.
Hell's population loved it, of course they did. The event's day was a holiday, one of the few they had. The Coliseum's best seats all sold out, the public ones packed full, demons bumping against eachother, placing bets of this year's competitors. Anonymity was one of the rules for the fighters, as the point of the fight was winning through skill only, not political importance or levels of raw power, hence the suppression seals all over the battlegrounds.
This year, by the Prince of Pride's personal request, the event had been extended for three days instead of a single one. Despite the Prince of Wrath, the event organizer's complaints, it had been done. This year, there would be three whole days of uninterrupted bloodshed, with waves of demons replacing the deceased ones until only one was left at the end of the third day.
It wasn't Damien's first time at the Tournament.
The first one, when he had just turned seventeen, had been his first real fight outside of his mother's training. He went back to the tournament again at 19, then at 21. Now, at 23, it was his fourth time sitting in the dressing room, wrapping up his boots and pants tightly with fabric. Three days he would fight non stop, starting the moment he set foot in the arena and the horns were played. It had been his own idea, really. He hadn't felt like himself for... Ages now. Trying too hard to fit into whatever box and title people had given him. Prince, parent, sibling, friend, lover. He didn't understand those things, not like people wanted him to.
But he understood bloodshed, he understood fighting, the cacophony of blades hitting against eachother and pained screams.
For now, he had time to prepare, tending to the sword he brought. Retribution. It burned a little to hold it, made with an alloy that held the slightest hint of holy steel, the highest grade the Tournament's committee accepted. He had won the blade at his first time, having been stabbed in the gut with it, then stolen it to kill his attacker with their own weapon. It had been very satisfactory then.
Look at you—the prodigal son always comes home, doesn't he?
He lets out a twisted, choked laugh
Come on, that was funny. What's it going to be this time? Dismemberment, impalement, gutting?
You've got to be more creative. It's getting boring to watch, to say the least.
It’s not like you have a choice, is it? You crave it, you love it, you feel it in your bones.
You’re not one bit different from any of us.
YOU...
Are a thorn in my side. What do you have to sau for yourself
Uhh...what now?
"Time out clearly...." He sighed loudly waving his staff
...Should i ask why are you here or...?
" I'm here because you've been messing with the fine balance of TIME... does that ring a bell?... "
Oh my ancients
Oh, that, yeah it rings a little.
" Wonderful that makes this easier come with me..."
Okay, blue, hooded, totally not suspicious guy.
" Master of time displeasure to meet you."
I thought you were going to be older
" Hmm...?" He humms thoughtfully looking older for a moment " There.... Pleased?...." He hums sarcastic before going back
Where are we going anyways?
" To see the observers... They've requested your presence for a trial "
Trial? Really? Ugh...
" You've disrupted the balance, Its to ammend your destruction "
Can't i do anything to avoid it? i really hate trials, you don't have idea.
" not really ..... maybe you shouldnt have messed with the balance?..."
Uh...i was bored, don't judge me.
"And now I have to deal with YOU-"
At least you're dealing with a "pretty face", don't you think?
" I find you vaugely irritating-.."
HAHAHAHAHA
You're not the first one to say that, friend.
" mmmm Friend is pushing it but I suppose you're a smidge endearing... Fine I'll humor you what do I get out of this , If I do let you Go."
Well...an infinite amount of content. Horror, drama, Comedy, romance, Thriller, Documentary.
I can give you anything, even...some more physical offers.
" Stop messing with my Domain and We'll call it even."
Come on, Bluey.
Live a little, i know i can help you out.
" Help me with What...? Making my job harder-?..."
Well...about that-
mmmmmmmm yes?...
I can't promise i will stop messing with your domain.
..... can you do it less at least
Well...i can.
uhuh.......
Well...if i mess less with your domain i won't go to trial?
If I dont see you then no you wont!,
Hmmm...but i like to mess with it
Dont put it on my radar, Be sneaky about it ect ect
Well...you looked stressed earlier...
..... mmm ? what do you mean by that...
y'know you were really stressed for the "Time god".
You know what i mean?
" I have a heavy workload, Its normal for me...? "
Can't you have like...a day off?
.......... no... occasionally every 100 years maybe but no......
Jeez...Wanna escape a little from all the work?
.......... yes......... please-
To where, Bluey?
uh... I wouldn't know I rarely dont work.... do you know anywhere?
I don't know either, I barely go out, a lot of people want me dead
Huh.... Well I suppose we could go to a beach... I've heard those are nice
Sure, lead the way
He opens a portal to a beach*
Follow him
He waits paitently for glitch to arrive
What now?
" I don't know....... what do you want to do... Pretty Face"
So now you finally agree, huh?
It was about time.
" Haha.... I suppose when you arent a pain in my side your slightly endearing.."
Slightly? Only?
" mhm hehe..."
Why are you laughing?
" your endearing its funny ... haha "
Thanks...i guess
" of course Pretty face haha-..."
You wantin' a kiss, Bluey?
" mmm sure-..." He blushed slightly at the ask
Heh...Come and get it, Clocky.
Clockwork leaned foward as he kissed the other thing , His lips were cold...*
Glitch remained still as Clockwork lips reached the cold glass of the screen.
He happily left kisses at the bottom of Glitches screen.
heeheheh....
He kissed glitches neck happily
Mhm~
hehehe...Good clock...
His tounge trailed against Glitches neck as he did
You're really liking it...don't ya...?
" you taste good " he muttered softly
Heh...glad you think that...~
He found himself fidgeting at glitches clothing, tounge divin deeper with every kiss and nibble
Heh...~
Starts fidgeting with Clockwork clothes as well
(If you can call that clothes)
Clockwork watches as his cloak is slipped off kissing Glitch and leaving trails of hickeys
Heh...~
Good boy~
He fidgeted at glitches clothes slipping them off to gain access to the rest of his body
Heheh...
Clockwork left a trail of kisses , Mouth teasingly close to his Area.
Okay, Clocky...
You had your time to play.
" mmm...?" He smiled teasing
Can i play now?~
" Sure darlin.. " He laughed softly out of breath slightly
I may don't have a mouth...but i have something better...
Slowly some tentacles start wrapping clockwork's hands tightly
Clockwork blinked turning bright red.... this would be fun....
It will be quick, don`t worry...
" Aww shortning my fun now" He teased
Well...i don't want to interrupt your "divine work"
Oh darlin you have my full attention now whats a few hours to 100 years.. perhaps today'll be my day off
Heh...oh really, Clocky...?~
mhm , All day just for you pretty face
How cute...~
YOU...
Are a thorn in my side. What do you have to sau for yourself
Uhh...what now?
"Time out clearly...." He sighed loudly waving his staff
...Should i ask why are you here or...?
" I'm here because you've been messing with the fine balance of TIME... does that ring a bell?... "
Oh my ancients
Oh, that, yeah it rings a little.
" Wonderful that makes this easier come with me..."
Okay, blue, hooded, totally not suspicious guy.
" Master of time displeasure to meet you."
I thought you were going to be older
" Hmm...?" He humms thoughtfully looking older for a moment " There.... Pleased?...." He hums sarcastic before going back
Where are we going anyways?
" To see the observers... They've requested your presence for a trial "
Trial? Really? Ugh...
" You've disrupted the balance, Its to ammend your destruction "
Can't i do anything to avoid it? i really hate trials, you don't have idea.
" not really ..... maybe you shouldnt have messed with the balance?..."
Uh...i was bored, don't judge me.
"And now I have to deal with YOU-"
At least you're dealing with a "pretty face", don't you think?
" I find you vaugely irritating-.."
HAHAHAHAHA
You're not the first one to say that, friend.
" mmmm Friend is pushing it but I suppose you're a smidge endearing... Fine I'll humor you what do I get out of this , If I do let you Go."
Well...an infinite amount of content. Horror, drama, Comedy, romance, Thriller, Documentary.
I can give you anything, even...some more physical offers.
" Stop messing with my Domain and We'll call it even."
Come on, Bluey.
Live a little, i know i can help you out.
" Help me with What...? Making my job harder-?..."
Well...about that-
mmmmmmmm yes?...
I can't promise i will stop messing with your domain.
..... can you do it less at least
Well...i can.
uhuh.......
Well...if i mess less with your domain i won't go to trial?
If I dont see you then no you wont!,
Hmmm...but i like to mess with it
Dont put it on my radar, Be sneaky about it ect ect
Well...you looked stressed earlier...
..... mmm ? what do you mean by that...
y'know you were really stressed for the "Time god".
You know what i mean?
" I have a heavy workload, Its normal for me...? "
Can't you have like...a day off?
.......... no... occasionally every 100 years maybe but no......
Jeez...Wanna escape a little from all the work?
.......... yes......... please-
To where, Bluey?
uh... I wouldn't know I rarely dont work.... do you know anywhere?
I don't know either, I barely go out, a lot of people want me dead
Huh.... Well I suppose we could go to a beach... I've heard those are nice
Sure, lead the way
He opens a portal to a beach*
Follow him
He waits paitently for glitch to arrive
What now?
" I don't know....... what do you want to do... Pretty Face"
So now you finally agree, huh?
It was about time.
" Haha.... I suppose when you arent a pain in my side your slightly endearing.."
Slightly? Only?
" mhm hehe..."
Why are you laughing?
" your endearing its funny ... haha "
Thanks...i guess
" of course Pretty face haha-..."
You wantin' a kiss, Bluey?
" mmm sure-..." He blushed slightly at the ask
Heh...Come and get it, Clocky.
Clockwork leaned foward as he kissed the other thing , His lips were cold...*
Glitch remained still as Clockwork lips reached the cold glass of the screen.
He happily left kisses at the bottom of Glitches screen.
heeheheh....
He kissed glitches neck happily
Mhm~
hehehe...Good clock...
His tounge trailed against Glitches neck as he did
You're really liking it...don't ya...?
" you taste good " he muttered softly
Heh...glad you think that...~
He found himself fidgeting at glitches clothing, tounge divin deeper with every kiss and nibble
Heh...~
Starts fidgeting with Clockwork clothes as well
(If you can call that clothes)
Clockwork watches as his cloak is slipped off kissing Glitch and leaving trails of hickeys
Heh...~
Good boy~
He fidgeted at glitches clothes slipping them off to gain access to the rest of his body
Heheh...
Clockwork left a trail of kisses , Mouth teasingly close to his Area.
Okay, Clocky...
You had your time to play.
" mmm...?" He smiled teasing
Can i play now?~
" Sure darlin.. " He laughed softly out of breath slightly
I may don't have a mouth...but i have something better...
Slowly some tentacles start wrapping clockwork's hands tightly
Clockwork blinked turning bright red.... this would be fun....
It will be quick, don`t worry...
" Aww shortning my fun now" He teased
Well...i don't want to interrupt your "divine work"
Oh darlin you have my full attention now whats a few hours to 100 years.. perhaps today'll be my day off
Heh...oh really, Clocky...?~
YOU...
Are a thorn in my side. What do you have to sau for yourself
Uhh...what now?
"Time out clearly...." He sighed loudly waving his staff
...Should i ask why are you here or...?
" I'm here because you've been messing with the fine balance of TIME... does that ring a bell?... "
Oh my ancients
Oh, that, yeah it rings a little.
" Wonderful that makes this easier come with me..."
Okay, blue, hooded, totally not suspicious guy.
" Master of time displeasure to meet you."
I thought you were going to be older
" Hmm...?" He humms thoughtfully looking older for a moment " There.... Pleased?...." He hums sarcastic before going back
Where are we going anyways?
" To see the observers... They've requested your presence for a trial "
Trial? Really? Ugh...
" You've disrupted the balance, Its to ammend your destruction "
Can't i do anything to avoid it? i really hate trials, you don't have idea.
" not really ..... maybe you shouldnt have messed with the balance?..."
Uh...i was bored, don't judge me.
"And now I have to deal with YOU-"
At least you're dealing with a "pretty face", don't you think?
" I find you vaugely irritating-.."
HAHAHAHAHA
You're not the first one to say that, friend.
" mmmm Friend is pushing it but I suppose you're a smidge endearing... Fine I'll humor you what do I get out of this , If I do let you Go."
Well...an infinite amount of content. Horror, drama, Comedy, romance, Thriller, Documentary.
I can give you anything, even...some more physical offers.
" Stop messing with my Domain and We'll call it even."
Come on, Bluey.
Live a little, i know i can help you out.
" Help me with What...? Making my job harder-?..."
Well...about that-
mmmmmmmm yes?...
I can't promise i will stop messing with your domain.
..... can you do it less at least
Well...i can.
uhuh.......
Well...if i mess less with your domain i won't go to trial?
If I dont see you then no you wont!,
Hmmm...but i like to mess with it
Dont put it on my radar, Be sneaky about it ect ect
Well...you looked stressed earlier...
..... mmm ? what do you mean by that...
y'know you were really stressed for the "Time god".
You know what i mean?
" I have a heavy workload, Its normal for me...? "
Can't you have like...a day off?
.......... no... occasionally every 100 years maybe but no......
Jeez...Wanna escape a little from all the work?
.......... yes......... please-
To where, Bluey?
uh... I wouldn't know I rarely dont work.... do you know anywhere?
I don't know either, I barely go out, a lot of people want me dead
Huh.... Well I suppose we could go to a beach... I've heard those are nice
Sure, lead the way
He opens a portal to a beach*
Follow him
He waits paitently for glitch to arrive
What now?
" I don't know....... what do you want to do... Pretty Face"
So now you finally agree, huh?
It was about time.
" Haha.... I suppose when you arent a pain in my side your slightly endearing.."
Slightly? Only?
" mhm hehe..."
Why are you laughing?
" your endearing its funny ... haha "
Thanks...i guess
" of course Pretty face haha-..."
You wantin' a kiss, Bluey?
" mmm sure-..." He blushed slightly at the ask
Heh...Come and get it, Clocky.
Clockwork leaned foward as he kissed the other thing , His lips were cold...*
Glitch remained still as Clockwork lips reached the cold glass of the screen.
He happily left kisses at the bottom of Glitches screen.
heeheheh....
He kissed glitches neck happily
Mhm~
hehehe...Good clock...
His tounge trailed against Glitches neck as he did
You're really liking it...don't ya...?
" you taste good " he muttered softly
Heh...glad you think that...~
He found himself fidgeting at glitches clothing, tounge divin deeper with every kiss and nibble
Heh...~
Starts fidgeting with Clockwork clothes as well
(If you can call that clothes)
Clockwork watches as his cloak is slipped off kissing Glitch and leaving trails of hickeys
Heh...~
Good boy~
He fidgeted at glitches clothes slipping them off to gain access to the rest of his body
Heheh...
Clockwork left a trail of kisses , Mouth teasingly close to his Area.
Okay, Clocky...
You had your time to play.
" mmm...?" He smiled teasing
Can i play now?~
" Sure darlin.. " He laughed softly out of breath slightly
I may don't have a mouth...but i have something better...
Slowly some tentacles start wrapping clockwork's hands tightly
Clockwork blinked turning bright red.... this would be fun....
It will be quick, don`t worry...
" Aww shortning my fun now" He teased
Well...i don't want to interrupt your "divine work"

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YOU...
Are a thorn in my side. What do you have to sau for yourself
Uhh...what now?
"Time out clearly...." He sighed loudly waving his staff
...Should i ask why are you here or...?
" I'm here because you've been messing with the fine balance of TIME... does that ring a bell?... "
Oh my ancients
Oh, that, yeah it rings a little.
" Wonderful that makes this easier come with me..."
Okay, blue, hooded, totally not suspicious guy.
" Master of time displeasure to meet you."
I thought you were going to be older
" Hmm...?" He humms thoughtfully looking older for a moment " There.... Pleased?...." He hums sarcastic before going back
Where are we going anyways?
" To see the observers... They've requested your presence for a trial "
Trial? Really? Ugh...
" You've disrupted the balance, Its to ammend your destruction "
Can't i do anything to avoid it? i really hate trials, you don't have idea.
" not really ..... maybe you shouldnt have messed with the balance?..."
Uh...i was bored, don't judge me.
"And now I have to deal with YOU-"
At least you're dealing with a "pretty face", don't you think?
" I find you vaugely irritating-.."
HAHAHAHAHA
You're not the first one to say that, friend.
" mmmm Friend is pushing it but I suppose you're a smidge endearing... Fine I'll humor you what do I get out of this , If I do let you Go."
Well...an infinite amount of content. Horror, drama, Comedy, romance, Thriller, Documentary.
I can give you anything, even...some more physical offers.
" Stop messing with my Domain and We'll call it even."
Come on, Bluey.
Live a little, i know i can help you out.
" Help me with What...? Making my job harder-?..."
Well...about that-
mmmmmmmm yes?...
I can't promise i will stop messing with your domain.
..... can you do it less at least
Well...i can.
uhuh.......
Well...if i mess less with your domain i won't go to trial?
If I dont see you then no you wont!,
Hmmm...but i like to mess with it
Dont put it on my radar, Be sneaky about it ect ect
Well...you looked stressed earlier...
..... mmm ? what do you mean by that...
y'know you were really stressed for the "Time god".
You know what i mean?
" I have a heavy workload, Its normal for me...? "
Can't you have like...a day off?
.......... no... occasionally every 100 years maybe but no......
Jeez...Wanna escape a little from all the work?
.......... yes......... please-
To where, Bluey?
uh... I wouldn't know I rarely dont work.... do you know anywhere?
I don't know either, I barely go out, a lot of people want me dead
Huh.... Well I suppose we could go to a beach... I've heard those are nice
Sure, lead the way
He opens a portal to a beach*
Follow him
He waits paitently for glitch to arrive
What now?
" I don't know....... what do you want to do... Pretty Face"
So now you finally agree, huh?
It was about time.
" Haha.... I suppose when you arent a pain in my side your slightly endearing.."
Slightly? Only?
" mhm hehe..."
Why are you laughing?
" your endearing its funny ... haha "
Thanks...i guess
" of course Pretty face haha-..."
You wantin' a kiss, Bluey?
" mmm sure-..." He blushed slightly at the ask
Heh...Come and get it, Clocky.
Clockwork leaned foward as he kissed the other thing , His lips were cold...*
Glitch remained still as Clockwork lips reached the cold glass of the screen.
He happily left kisses at the bottom of Glitches screen.
heeheheh....
He kissed glitches neck happily
Mhm~
hehehe...Good clock...
His tounge trailed against Glitches neck as he did
You're really liking it...don't ya...?
" you taste good " he muttered softly
Heh...glad you think that...~
He found himself fidgeting at glitches clothing, tounge divin deeper with every kiss and nibble
Heh...~
Starts fidgeting with Clockwork clothes as well
(If you can call that clothes)
Clockwork watches as his cloak is slipped off kissing Glitch and leaving trails of hickeys
Heh...~
Good boy~
He fidgeted at glitches clothes slipping them off to gain access to the rest of his body
Heheh...
Clockwork left a trail of kisses , Mouth teasingly close to his Area.
Okay, Clocky...
You had your time to play.
" mmm...?" He smiled teasing
Can i play now?~
" Sure darlin.. " He laughed softly out of breath slightly
I may don't have a mouth...but i have something better...
Slowly some tentacles start wrapping clockwork's hands tightly
Clockwork blinked turning bright red.... this would be fun....
It will be quick, don`t worry...
YOU...
Are a thorn in my side. What do you have to sau for yourself
Uhh...what now?
"Time out clearly...." He sighed loudly waving his staff
...Should i ask why are you here or...?
" I'm here because you've been messing with the fine balance of TIME... does that ring a bell?... "
Oh my ancients
Oh, that, yeah it rings a little.
" Wonderful that makes this easier come with me..."
Okay, blue, hooded, totally not suspicious guy.
" Master of time displeasure to meet you."
I thought you were going to be older
" Hmm...?" He humms thoughtfully looking older for a moment " There.... Pleased?...." He hums sarcastic before going back
Where are we going anyways?
" To see the observers... They've requested your presence for a trial "
Trial? Really? Ugh...
" You've disrupted the balance, Its to ammend your destruction "
Can't i do anything to avoid it? i really hate trials, you don't have idea.
" not really ..... maybe you shouldnt have messed with the balance?..."
Uh...i was bored, don't judge me.
"And now I have to deal with YOU-"
At least you're dealing with a "pretty face", don't you think?
" I find you vaugely irritating-.."
HAHAHAHAHA
You're not the first one to say that, friend.
" mmmm Friend is pushing it but I suppose you're a smidge endearing... Fine I'll humor you what do I get out of this , If I do let you Go."
Well...an infinite amount of content. Horror, drama, Comedy, romance, Thriller, Documentary.
I can give you anything, even...some more physical offers.
" Stop messing with my Domain and We'll call it even."
Come on, Bluey.
Live a little, i know i can help you out.
" Help me with What...? Making my job harder-?..."
Well...about that-
mmmmmmmm yes?...
I can't promise i will stop messing with your domain.
..... can you do it less at least
Well...i can.
uhuh.......
Well...if i mess less with your domain i won't go to trial?
If I dont see you then no you wont!,
Hmmm...but i like to mess with it
Dont put it on my radar, Be sneaky about it ect ect
Well...you looked stressed earlier...
..... mmm ? what do you mean by that...
y'know you were really stressed for the "Time god".
You know what i mean?
" I have a heavy workload, Its normal for me...? "
Can't you have like...a day off?
.......... no... occasionally every 100 years maybe but no......
Jeez...Wanna escape a little from all the work?
.......... yes......... please-
To where, Bluey?
uh... I wouldn't know I rarely dont work.... do you know anywhere?
I don't know either, I barely go out, a lot of people want me dead
Huh.... Well I suppose we could go to a beach... I've heard those are nice
Sure, lead the way
He opens a portal to a beach*
Follow him
He waits paitently for glitch to arrive
What now?
" I don't know....... what do you want to do... Pretty Face"
So now you finally agree, huh?
It was about time.
" Haha.... I suppose when you arent a pain in my side your slightly endearing.."
Slightly? Only?
" mhm hehe..."
Why are you laughing?
" your endearing its funny ... haha "
Thanks...i guess
" of course Pretty face haha-..."
You wantin' a kiss, Bluey?
" mmm sure-..." He blushed slightly at the ask
Heh...Come and get it, Clocky.
Clockwork leaned foward as he kissed the other thing , His lips were cold...*
Glitch remained still as Clockwork lips reached the cold glass of the screen.
He happily left kisses at the bottom of Glitches screen.
heeheheh....
He kissed glitches neck happily
Mhm~
hehehe...Good clock...
His tounge trailed against Glitches neck as he did
You're really liking it...don't ya...?
" you taste good " he muttered softly
Heh...glad you think that...~
He found himself fidgeting at glitches clothing, tounge divin deeper with every kiss and nibble
Heh...~
Starts fidgeting with Clockwork clothes as well
(If you can call that clothes)
Clockwork watches as his cloak is slipped off kissing Glitch and leaving trails of hickeys
Heh...~
Good boy~
He fidgeted at glitches clothes slipping them off to gain access to the rest of his body
Heheh...
Clockwork left a trail of kisses , Mouth teasingly close to his Area.
Okay, Clocky...
You had your time to play.
" mmm...?" He smiled teasing
Can i play now?~
" Sure darlin.. " He laughed softly out of breath slightly
I may don't have a mouth...but i have something better...
Slowly some tentacles start wrapping clockwork's hands tightly