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You need to be above 6' to piss off Pin || Accepting

Was it true? Did his predecessor really have a child of his own? A family? Lucid couldn’t dampen his burning curiosity, his mind continuously thinking about the possibility of more family out there. In Hell no less. What were they like? Were they like Lucifer? Or more like Lilith? Did they deserve to be in Hell? Are they safe? Are they…happy?

❃ "BUSINESS. VOXTEK STUFF."

It was a little more complicated than that. VoxTek and Loo Loo Land were collaborating and churning out new commercials for the park, and Pinwheel had found itself strolling the streets of the Pride Ring more and more as of late.

Vox kept an awful long leash on him... he just let him out there when break came around. He could fend for himself! And he could get some pent-up emotions out on sinners who just came back to 'life' again after you killed them anyway.

Pinwheel was actually starting to like it here... the chaos was thrilling.

But he didn't think about all that right now. He was distracted by the cat-thing.

❃ "RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR—"

Mimicking the weird fucking noise coming out of the cat, the robot holds out its rusty claws towards the creature, the whole situation reminiscent of somebody coaxing an animal.

He finally snatches the thing from Charlie's arms, holding it up as they both make a racket together.

Me [right] and @rainbowfireworksprincess [left] at Pride on his last day of his trip to Sweden ♡

Send me 📏 (ruler) + your muses height and I'll compare them to mine!

Metal fingers clank against angelic steel, wrapping around it before pulling it out of a mess of rotting flesh with a disgusting 'schrlp'. After a moment of twirling the thing to get the excess blood off of it, the tool is tossed into a growing pile of its kind. Spears, swords and arrows light up the darkness of the late hour, and the bot which had gathered them all together, lets out a drawn out sigh.

♤ "Never ends don't it..."

Carmilla Carmine had called upon its help with another extermination, or rather, the leftovers of it. The android was designed to dig graves and handle dead bodies, hellborne dead bodies, that did not get up and walk off a few hours later... but the extermination kept things fresh, he supposed.

That wasn't his main concern when working with Carmilla, though... she had no interest in the mass graves he had to construct to contain the large quantities of corpses that the angels left behind.

No... it was the weapons. For some reason or another, she was collecting these things... and he hadn't asked her why. He frankly didn't care why... he wasn't paid to know. He was paid to handle the dead, so that's what he was doing.

After wrapping his long arms around two bodies that he had just freed of their assailants, he flung the dead weight into the deep hole he had dug a few hours ago.

❧ "Girl I got you covered, I'll be your pin-dealer huehehehuh."

The excitement of the princess was infectious, and it was causing the little imp to bounce left to right like a coiled spring. Today he got a chance to visit the hotel! Having just arrived outside, he hadn't been patient enough to keep his idea for later, and on the soiled streets of the Pride Ring he was already causing heads to turn.

Perhaps the little appearance of a celebrity could get folks looking, or at least talking. He wasn't too worried about his own reputation... everyone knew he had connections with the royals, the focus would more so be on the hotel.