#seleneshield

The giant clock tower strikes 12 as all demons of hell go silent; It's Execution Day and Selene was out in broad daylight. Everyone's doors were locked up tight, windows covered, and not a single person would dare to open their doors to help anyone.

Selene lost track of time working on errands and now her time is officially up for good. She began to panic, breathing heavily as she scanned the area as fast as she can find shelter.

She looks up into the sky as a blue and white portal begins to form above meaning that the angels will soon be arriving. She runs into a dark alleyway leaning against the dark shadow area, hoping that she can at least withstand the chance to survive.

Unmindful to the fact that Alastor's shadow was right behind her and embraces her, covering her mouth to prevent her from screaming.

"Ah there you are darling, glad to see you're alive. Hahaha.."

Selene's body shivered from the vibrations of his voice whispering into her ear. Changing form from the shadow and into his self, Selene's body was now flushed against his.

"Did you really think that I would let some foolish feathery idiots kill you? We still have oh so much work to do and contracts to finish..."

He stated just before turning Selene's head to face him. Nose to nose has his eyes glowed.

"Our little game isn't over just yet..."

He wasn't going to give you up to the angel's to take. You were his "friend" and he was going to make sure that Selene and himself make it back into the hotel safely; alive.

1. It does depend what I  or my rp partner is really feeling but personally I love them both.  There can be brilliant plots that involve both which make it fun.  Though i’m a huge sucker for Angst, but Fluff is a super close second.5. Yikes, It’s been ages. If I recall correctly it was a psychological-torture/ stalker rp I did with a buddy way back when I used to have Skype. The gist of this rp was simple a ‘I desire you, so you’re going to be mine. Kidnappings, and a reprogramming or brainwashing mixed with Stockholm syndrome.  It was a long stemming rp that went on for a few years.   

11. This has been answered :P  (Here ya go!)

19. Ohh yes! It was a rp that went from a lot of build up from Fluff  like Friends to lovers, and then just tragedy struck, Hard. So yeah a very fun angst rp.

22. Most of my Grillbies tend to control their anger, but Fellby/War Grillby/Science Grillby -  Are the three hot heads of the bunch. 

@seleneshield

Little did Selene know that he, himself, physically may have walked away from the balcony, but his shadow, his other entity, Bou was watching the whole time. The shadow is a part of him, which gives him insight from anywhere he wishes; like another set of eyes and ears. Waiting patiently in the hall, Alastor watched from the window down seeing Angel being dropped off from the heart designed limo. He sneered at the sight of Valentino in disgust.

“Ugh… that shitty pompous TV’s wretched plaything. What a horrible sight to see... The mere existence is enough to leave such a foul taste in one's mouth.” 

The overlord grumbled while shaking his head and looking away from the window to focus on something else more important for his time. He turned his focus to look at the pictures on the walls of the King and Queen, along with their daughter, Charlie and noticed that all the eyes of the frames and walls were looking at him. These objects were once demons that have died and now are stuck forever in hell. Alastor chuckled as he looked at everything around him, feeling the anger and cold eyes he was receiving from the long hallway.  It was amusing to him and it was even possible that some of these souls may have been victims to him at one point; no way to tell but once a demon dies, it departs from the body and scatters across hell till it possesses an object.  

Light sounds of static could be faintly heard in the quiet hall until his microphone’s eye lit red and disrupted the silence.

“Hey, bucco! When are we selling the deal ‘ere? I’m gettin’ really restless!”

Ritz stated impatiently. The microphone too is another part of Alastor, but it also has its own set of thoughts, just like his shadow. No one is certain if these entities are just fractions of his own self or if it had to do with his practices in voodoo, but they all share a soul; his soul. 

The Radio Demon rolled his eyes and placed his hand over the microphone's eye, clearly ignoring the statement that was just addressed to him causing it’s words to sound muffled as if he was covering its mouth. 

“Na-ah-ah~ Patience is a virtue, good friend.

You know how these contracts go. Afterall, I did offer an amazing opportunity that even a well trained demon would not refuse. Having the chance to have me protect someone is certainly a gift to them as it is for me. 

Good things come to those who wait…”

His ear twitched as he sensed Bou moved from the shadows from the walls to look over Selene’s shoulder after straightening herself in the seat and began to sign the documents. Alastor's smile became sinister as he raised his fingers to snap and transport himself where Bou was .

“Ritz, looks like the wait is over; showtime..”

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🤕- Injured/sick

A ragged, painful cough shook Noir's body as he tried, and failed, to push himself to his feet. Blood, a stark contrast to the black and white of his world, splattered onto the floor in sickening amounts. He hated the color red. It was the only color in his universe, and yet.. he couldn't find it in himself to love the color that only brought death and pain with it.