a hell of a time

Charlie had never seen someone so…strange before. At least not fully human looking other then herself and her mother. Her head tilted as she studied him, coming up curiously, “Um, excuse me.”

“I said that’s a sweet bat.” Jess repeated, leaning on her own, a sharp-toothed grin on her face.

Pyxie snarled, lifting up her blood-soaked bat. Just seconds before, another imp decided they wanted to assault her. So, she beat them into a bloody pulp. She hadn’t expected an audience for this sorta thing, her eyes widened a little upon noticing the bigger female standing off to the side. Oh damn, she was attractive! Pyxie flashed her a toothy grin, her bat vanishing into thin air.

“...excusez-moi?” 

Upon hearing the other’s words, Chiffon paused and turned to face the other. Was he trying to get a rise out of her? Because it was working. She narrowed her eyes at Alastor and growled.

“I think we’d be GREAT business partners! Just think about my offer, will ya? I swear, y’ won’t regret workin’ with me.”

Maven, please, no one wants to work with you. 

“Welcome to my shop, I do hope you find what you’re searching for.”

Hazel piped up calmly, gesturing around the small building. The shelves were stacked with remedies and medicines, as well as certain potions one wouldn’t be able to find anywhere else in Hell. When her good eye realized who had stepped inside, she smirked. Well, how about that! The Radio Demon, in her shop!

“You really love sneaking up on others, huh, boss?”

Hollie murmured out, spinning around to face the taller demon. She’d (almost) grown used to Alastor’s sudden appearances out of nowhere, he hasn’t startled her this time. She had a feeling he’d pop up to visit her or Noel. Her ears began to lower and she gave him a sheepish little grin. 

“So. What brings you here? Noel’s as sick as a do-- uh, he’s fallen ill, I’m afraid. If you wanna see him though, he’s lying down in the back room...”

He was growing more comfortable, having his mask off with Alastor around. Jasper was always a little self conscious about the scar across his eye, probably always would be, but he felt less anxious around the Radio Demon. Currently, the fox was sprawled across his boyfriend’s lap, peering up at him with adoration in his pink eyes. 

A cold chill ran down Pyxie’s spine as she wandered through the city, and she froze. Something just wasn’t right. In her hands appeared her trusty metallic bat, just in case she needed to defend herself. Not like she could do (much) damage though, considering she was just an imp and only stood at four feet and nine inches. Her black painted lips curved into a scowl, claws curling around her bat rather tightly.