#macabreexeunt

When she comes to, it isn’t in the comfort of her small but lovely home. Hell is so far from this place, a dreary grey compared to boisterous reds. Even the Golden Land isn’t like this, flowers spawning everywhere. She looks up to see a sprawling metropolis, shining bright, brighter than someone’s temper, taking her by surprise. But excitement’s bursting at the seams, and the demon selects one person out of many in her line of sight.

Gently, she approaches her target. Not so gently, she puts her hand on their shoulder, grips, turns them to face her. Gaap grins.

Theodore was still getting used to all the new things around him that he never had the chance to see before he was taken from his home. It was... a struggle, to say the least. 

“AHHH! Oh no, oh no!”

He grips at a now-empty can of cola, completely drenched in its substances. He only wanted to check if his sister was right about the drink actually being a compressed creature in the form of a cylinder, and seeing that it sprung out at him--he realized she was right all along!

But I could be the victim and everything! I’m a real good actress! Or you could even kill me for real, why not!

“Y-Yeah, but look. It’s not just about getting a victim. First, I’d need to find a big enough cast to give me a decent array of possible suspects. Then, I’d have to throughly analyze them so that I could learn of their possible motivations and tricks to be used. THEN, I’d have to train them to act according to a script that I’d have to write based on that info.

I’m a hostess at one~!

“Then if I may-”

Woooo! Misandry for life!