Overlords of Hell

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"Uh..sureee.." Vira blinked, slowly turning her head back to her own phone so that she could go back to setting up the pre-things for her gaming tournament. The way she said it, it wasn't too hard to tell that she was not at all used to the idea of someone calling her sweet, let alone anything that she did. She was off-put, not in a hugely bad way, but..she didn't know what to make of it.

Context being, the man was supposed to die but the faulty magic only apparently kills poultry. Or, so she's saying.

[ from Misty, to Alastor! Meme - here ]

"Erm..." Alastor blinked down at the stranger. "The man...?"

Intriguing conversation starter. Especially for two folks in a bar. Well-- somewhat in a bar. Alastor did suppose he'd just exited the place. Perhaps the woman had come from one of the surrounding clubs, and wasn't in her right mind, intoxicated or high.

He couldn't see a turkey nor a man, after all.

His grin stretched his face, and his eye only twitched a tiny bit.

"Why?"

A part of the stag was tempted to dredge out the good ole 'don't you know who I AM?!' spiel; most folks avoided him like the plague, either because they were scared of him (most Sinners and lower-ranking Hellborn) or could not stand him (most Overlords and above). It made no sense for anyone to be so brazen in their attempts to talk.

"You see, I am struggling with my magic. Lately, it has not been working as it should, and I am not sure why." Misty explained, running a hand through her long bangs. "I am in need of assistance, and.. the people around here are fools." She grumbled, crossing her arms and looking to the side. "..It is dark magic that I am practicing. The darkest, that is. And.. your energy suggests to me that if anyone can help me, perhaps.. you might be able to." She trailed off.

"Hmmm.." she wondered if she'd be able to catch him this time. Briefly contemplating it, before going back to admiring the fact that he was so fluffy. Besides death, murder, and darkness, she also had a fondness for...fluffy things, oddly enough.

[ tw; blood, murder, ritualistic practice - she's summoning a demon and using a person to do it. ]

It was getting closer.

Her twenty-first birthday was in just two, short years. She felt like her time was running out; what she was hoping for most in life was to summon the devil. So many souls, she'd collected. So many crimes, she'd committed. She'd done so many dark and horrendous things, and she was not about to let this slip through her blood-stained fingers now.

✘ - As the blood hit the ground and soaked into the dirt, everything went still and cold. The wind howled, every insect and woodland creature went silent, as if there was a tremendous storm approaching. Like the woods itself hesitated and held it's breath, suspended in wait for a deadly force.

✘ - In a swirl of red, violet and black appeared the radio demon. Deer hooves touched the ground, red suit, glowing eyes. Clawed hands resting on his microphone staring down at whoever had decided to summon him, intentional or not. Flashing a wide grin of razor sharp teeth.

As soon as Alastor spoke, Misty did her best not to squeal in absolute glee. This was dangerous, but she didn't care. Darkness and danger was what she enjoyed most, after all, and this was the biggest thing she'd ever done so far.

"...Why, no.." Misty shook her head, slowly straightening her posture where she still hovered over her most recent victim. "I summoned you here... not only to test and see whether or not I could," she brushed her hair out of her face, streaking blood across her forehead with the motion. "I did this, because I wanted to make a deal with you!" Barely restraining her pleased, crazy cackle this time, Misty tilted her head. Moving the blood-stained knife as she spoke, she seemed both insane and calm at the same time - like she knew what she was doing here, even though it definitely didn't seem like it.

Suddenly, behind her, a tiny little deer pops up. Now, most deer are herbivores. This one, however, is most definitely not.

Allana and Alastor Jr have wandered off, away from their mother - though their parents had made them agree that if they are to be out, they would stay with her, these two were not ones to always listen. Especially not Allana, the chaos gremlin of the two.

A gleam hits her eyes, before she opens her mouth abnormally wide - not unlike Stitch - and noms on her tail.

"Weee!" she says, mouth full of Lizzy's tail, as her brother appears in front of Lizzy and waves.

"Hiiii!" he waves sweetly, despite how his sister is trying to, effectively, eat Lizzy.

Their mother is still inside, worrying herself to second-death, trying to figure out where they are.

"..Felicity," she answers, looking tired, but doing her very best. She's not slept in some time now, but keeps telling herself that it's okay. "And..yes..they are," Felicity forced a small smile, though she appreciates that Lizzy's trying to help her.

"Allana, please.." Felicity sighed, her ears lowering again. "A pleasure to meet you, Lizzy," she tried again to smile, but looked like she was struggling the more Allana spoke. "I..are you..sure?" she was reluctant to leave her children with anyone other than their father, but yet..needed the rest. Badly.

"Ooh, what's that?" Alastor Jr. asked, tilting his head.

"We have hot.. it's always hot here," Allana analyzed, thinking about it. "And um..I saw a dog the other day?" She tapped her chin.

Giggling, she smiled at Allana's analysation, "Not that kinda hot, or dog, sweetie. But that's a good way to think."

"Then let's go get you them hot dogs!"

"Yes, I..agree." Felicity nods, then yawns. She is reluctant to, but is contemplating allowing Lizzy to watch her children. It will be the first time in a long time she's let anyone, other than maybe their father, watch them. If not the first time period.

"As for where to find them..there is a kitchen inside the hotel," Felicity gestured towards the building behind them, "Perhaps there may be some in there?"

Half dead in an alley, trying to hide an obvious injury from a fight with a Sinner four times bigger than she is, crying, and then the fight..the Sinner she's dealing with is still there.

She was trying to be nice to the wrong person..and it did not go well.

[ For Felicity! ]

Are you okay?

Every now and then, the Radio Demon needed some time to himself, and running errands for the Hotel was a good way to get that - away from the hustle and bustle, the staff, Vaggi, Charlie and her....enthusiastic ideas. Not that he minded the energy, it just became a little too taxing when her insignificant other was chewing him out in the other ear. So he was more than happy to leisurely take his time, humming a tune even on the way back to the Hotel.

His ears twitched when he heard the sound of crying - a young woman, he presumed - as he passed by an alleyway. He stopped his walk with claws folded over his microphone cane, tilting his head to listen further, and sure enough, along with the crying, there was a booming boisterous bully's baritone hell-bent on harassing a fair lady in the alley. That wouldn't do at all!

Not on the Radio Demon's watch.

That lecherous leech didn't even have time to process before he was severed in two, startlingly so, the tendril all but invisible for it's quick and efficient strike. And as the body parted, there stood the grinning visage of the Radio Demon himself, before stepping into the light for the girl to see.

In some ways, she was still learning, it seemed.

Between the ringing in her ears - which were flattened against her head in pain - and the quieting, though repeated, apologizes that kept spilling from her own mouth as the giant Sinner spouted off curse after curse, Felicity didn't hear the approaching footsteps as Alastor drew closer. She was too busy, shaking like a leaf, trying to stay awake, and trying to keep herself from bleeding too much.

Still, the startled - albeit exhaustion-strangled - shriek that came from her when the Sinner in front of her suddenly just..fell in half...couldn't have been any clearer. She saw in pinks, of course, and her eyes were stinging in pain from her own tears, but the scene was definitely not one that she would need clarified for her. Pink or not, she knew by now the sight of blood.

Heart racing and eyes widened, it took her a few seconds to even register that Alastor was even there. Her breathing was uneven; Felicity coughed, swallowing roughly, then trying yet again to force her eyes to see better before she spoke at last.

"I..I..aha.." Felicity stammered, forcing a quivering smile. "It..it is not the first..the first time that this has happened! I..I am certain, I will be..fine.." She was not, obviously, but she was trying very hard not to be a burden. Or to look at the Sinner bits that were once a complete soul, standing and yelling at her. Just barely shifting, she winced. Her dress stained further, and though she was going to try and thank him for his help and again insist that she was 'alright'...her injuries had other things in mind. The protests and attempts to ignore her own issues died out on her tongue before they even formed completely.

"..Per..perhaps I need more assistance than I anticipated.." Felicity bit her lip, one hand - much smaller, and blood-stained - moving to take his hand as she held her biggest wound with her other. "This..um..this kind of thing happens a lot.." She started to try and stand, her legs wobbling with the effort. "I..I thank you for your help, sir..and..I apologize, for..for burdening you with my problems.." this time when she coughs, there's some blood.

"Uh..sureee.." Vira blinked, slowly turning her head back to her own phone so that she could go back to setting up the pre-things for her gaming tournament. The way she said it, it wasn't too hard to tell that she was not at all used to the idea of someone calling her sweet, let alone anything that she did. She was off-put, not in a hugely bad way, but..she didn't know what to make of it.