#deer-devil-daddy

Alastor blinked as the little angel got on his tippy-toes to even attempt to reach his face. Poor dear was just so small. He commended his effort though, silly fool. When he actually was able to kiss him (albeit on the very tip oh his sharp chin) the young mortal barked a happy laugh. "Darling, you could've just asked me to bend down~" Alastor teased.

"Mhmm, here, how about this-"

With a playful smirk, the young mortal would bend himself down in an elegant bow, tipping at the hip. He'd lean forwards and softly, delicately so, would gently press his lips to the King's cheek in a light peppered kiss. His lips were warm against the blondes face, he'd ghost them there for a moment before pulling back with a coy little wink.

Isabella didnt believe in God, religion wasnt something that pulled her in, much to her parents disgust. She had always believed that there was no life after death but waking up in such landscapes when she had made sure that she had died.

By the red landscape she knew this wasnt heaven and she had no reason to be there especially after killing a man. Her wrists ached in pain, looking down she saw white skin with a couple red lines, she knew exactly what they represented.

She push her self up, wrist thrumming in pain as she looked around, creatures of all shapes and sizes going through their day. She froze not knowing what to do; where to start.

She decided to just walk until she heard the static of a radio start causing her to stop and turn staring at the radio in the shop window, this was also got the first look at herself. White skin, red curly hair with floppy doe like ears and tiny antlers on the top of her head. Her nose was similar to that of a deer's noses. She blinked not knowing why she looked like this. The only thing she could think of was how her husband died.

And then she heard his voice, coming through the sound waves just as she remembered it. Her eyes flickered around looking for a radio tower and when she found it she almost ran to find the studio that he was working out off.

When she finally found him, she just stood at the window, watching him as he talked away. Her eyes taking in his new form and now hers made so much sense. She just stood watching him, not interrupting his work, waiting for him to finish and leave the recording room before she approached him.

Blood flowed in abundance within Pentagram City. Even without the exterminations, slaughter was a staple amongst the sinners that populate Hell's Pride ring. One couldn't walk a block in any direction without seeing any, be they remnants or fresh.

Hugo just wished his own blood wasn't staining the pavement.

It was a risk to seek proper medical attention, one he didn't want to take. Too much attention, and who knew if demonic healthcare equipment would even work for him? A strip of his shirt for gauze and what remained of a bottle of booze as disinfectant was all he had. Still, the wound bled with every step he took, but he had to keep moving forward. Forever moving forward.