Shades McGees

Where the devil was the devil?  Standing just a few paces in front of him, hopefully unaware of this cowardly demon’s existence. The last he remembered of Kcalb, he was weak. Gasping at his final breaths and bleeding like an open faucet, on the teetering edge of death. Just a few more whacks and his soul would have ascended (descended?) and his power would have been his lords. If only that god hadn't swooped in at the last second. He briefly wondered if he could do the same. Sure, he wasn't strong as Rieta or as clever as Lord Ivlis but.. maybe he could do something to him here? Where everyone was on the same level, weaker than they should’ve been. And if he wasn't entirely healed yet... maybe, just maybe... a good hit from Emalf’s magic flames could seal his fate.

“HYAAH!”With a surprising amount of confidence, he straightened up, pumped up his chest and aimed a blast of fire at the Devil’s back with his fist. Or at least that’s what SHOULD of happened. Instead, the most of what he managed to do was a hard tap to his enemy’s back.

“W-What the eff...?” Was his footing off? He adjusted his stance, hoping that moving a few centimeters to the left or to the right would ignite.. something. Instead, he was standing there, posed like an idiot. For some reason, it went completely over his head that if a devil as grand as Kcalb could be made weaker here, then the same would have applied to him.

Well... w-well well well well!

His venture into this city was off to a pretty terrible and miserable start, eh? To encounter, of all people in this fancy smancy city, the very god of the world he had helped invade. Not that he wanted to, of course! Sure he had fun picking on the angels, burning their buildings and tossing girls over cliffs... but that didn't mean he hadn't tried suggesting that they drop the plan and keep on doing their thing in their own world. To Poemi, of course. As if Ivils would let him keep his balls if he ever said a discouraging peep.

But he doubt any of that mattered now. And escape was futile. They had already caught each other in their line of sight. So the best he could hope for, at this moment, was that this god was as benevolent as the rumors stated.

“S-So... hey. S’up? Ah eh heh... pretty ‘effin crazy... that we winded up here, together... N-Not together-together! You got that thing with yer old man and me and Yosafire are-- ah... s-so you-- he still sore at us?

“So this is a human, eh? Eff, they’re a lot... taller than what the textbooks say. Pretty unimpressive, tho. Too bad that part is livin’ up to expectations.” He walked around the stranger, observing and addressing the the man like he was a class project and not a sentient, living being. The demon spoke like the guy in front of him was some sort of class projects than actual living being.Could he be blamed for that? Humans were just so... so.... inferior! What kind of god makes demons and angels and actually gave life to the scraps left behind? Pretty pathetic, really.

Please like this post for a small starter! I’ll be capping it at three -- but mogekoverse mates are excluded from that! I’m feeling a little under the weather and I’m still debating whether or not I should go to work so they may come in later tonight or tomorrow.