#dark-ambition

Val chucked the bottle to the ground, at Pentious' tail, and watched it shatter.

"I'm so sssorry, Angel. Our luncheon has to be cancelled-" Pentious spoke, pulling his hood against the side of his face as he stood hunched at his doorway. Painful, guttural hisses escaped in response to most of the movements his body made, claws tremoring as they clutched the wall. Why did it have to be today? He and Angel had such nice plans!

Unfortunately, she is shackled— wrists bound by treaties and verbal promises to keep her tame. No sinner blood to be spilled tonight, no Hellborn blood to be spilled ever. How little fun these meager creatures know how to have.

But tonight, there was hope. Perhaps the cycle will change and Lute will find herself before a specimen worth viewing. Rumors were thick at the Embassy of an alleged warship. A mass weapon of quote "formidable" power and terrific presence. The angel found herself scoffing at such bold claims because anything human made was bound to a timeline with an inevitable end, including their creations. Anything mantled can be dismantled and only metals procured in the depths of divinity had any true power here.

Yet she chased these claims. Her wings took to sulfur enriched skies and carried her to the source of rumor, which remained faithful to description: large in size, mounted with countless devices, and worn from what appeared to be "battle". Cosmetics alluded to an older time, much older than the annoying assault of colors and minimalist design. Something that Lute found pleasant on the eyes.

Armored sabatons clicked against the floor upon landing, her movements none too silent as she investigated the cabin sole. Radiance beamed around her in visuals of soft-edged silver gradients, shining off her armor like sun beaming through thin overcast, by extension illuminating the metal around her.

"Hm..." a curious talon traced the edge of a foreign device, feeling for the shape and the static electricity buzzing at the pads of her fingers.

"Aww, you wanna end the fun already? Fiiine, fine. I'm an honest demon at times, you got your wish." As the sinner stood up, he did so slowly, sensually... Running his hands up the chest of the snake-like body to have his fingers trail around the flare hood and hook his digits under it briefly as he leaned in close to the other's face.

"You know... You can stop being a stick in the mud whenever you feel like it, Penny." The smirk across the spider's face grew into a curled, seductive one for just a flash as he lifted his leg and removed himself from the lap of coils he had sat on.

"No one ever wants to anything interesting around here..." He sighs and smooths out his hair as he turns to go and retrieve the book he had discarded for the snake, bending over slowly and picking it up, offering it back to him.

Sir Pentious will nervously ask him on a date

"Oh, do not look so nervous, my dear, I do not bite.."

Clem could hear the caw of predatory birds somewhere in the distance, the feeling of hot dirt against her back and the heat of the day blasting down on her. Her ribs hurt, her head hurt....

Cracking her eyes open she had to squint at the bright light, she certainly wasn’t dead... the void probably wasn’t this bright. Slowly the imp began to sit herself up, body protesting at each moment as she grit her teeth. Where was she? Why did her head feel sticky?

Gingerly Clementine touched her head and drew her hand back, black blood coating her palm. The memories came flooding back as she began to scramble to her feet. The fucking cowboy asshole. 

Looking at her surroundings she seemed to be at the bottom of some small gorge, a pathetic looking pond and a couple of trees left that provided some shade. The cliffs were far too sheer to climb even for her. Maybe Mammon could-... wait.

"Well, I wanted to be accurate. I consider my length plenty large but accounting for wide size range in Hell....I'm in the higher end of average."

@dark-ambition​ said: “Ah, hello there, dearie! Welcome to my Emporium, so good to see a new face in these parts! Anything I can help you with? Need help getting a seat in the dining area, or are you simply browsing?”

(Rosie to Hellsa)

A blink in the Overlord’s direction. It’s true that she hardly wanders into this territory, but it’s still unusual for her to be referred to as a new face much of anywhere these days. More than anything, she’s used to something a bit more starstruck, but it stands to reason her popularity might not blend so well here. It’s far and away a different scene than what she’s used to. Maybe when she was younger, if it had been around then, but that’s not the way these things went.