He continues to groan and rub the bridge of his nose “You and I both know you’re audacious enough to ask, so just ask.”
He doesn’t even look surprised “Really? You know we don’t have unlimited cups here right?” He sighs “If you’re going to eat glass, eat the empty bottles.”
She gets up and walks over to them “Is somethin’ wrong lil guy?”
“Ask whaaaaat?~”
“Just hand them to me then…” He gestures halfheartedly to the bottles.
“I feel… conflicted. And epiphany has not aided me.”
He puts his hands to his face, groaning with annoyance “I’m not going to make you say what you want.” He puts his sword down.
He passes them the bottles, “What’s wrong with you? No one’s fun when they’re drunk and sad.”
“Sometimes ya feel conflicted, that’s just how it is, somethin’ will show ya what the right answer is eventually.”
“You’re not? Then I won’t say it.”
“I’m not drunk or sad. I’m just sluggish ‘cause it’s cold.” He throws one of the bottles into his gaping maw and swallows half of it, shattering the other half and eating it progressively after chewing well.
“No… that’s not what I mean. I am experiencing hitherto unknown emotions.”
“Yeah, you’d probably like it if I made you do anything.” He begins taking his armor off.
“Close enough,” He creates a bit of fire on his finger “Hey, do you want to do something stupid? I’ve got a god in a bottle if you want to do something crazy.” He says, grinning like a mad man.
“What emotions ya dealin’ with? I’d be happy ta help somebody like ya with somethin’ like that.”
“Yeah, I probably would.” Rio agrees, grinning.
“A god in a bottle?” He looks suddenly manic and excited. “So you’re offering me a god to drink? You’re too kind, sir…”
“It feels as though my mind is constantly seeping one way… toward Omi.”
He puts his armor away, as well as his sword “How’re your cult doing?”
He smiles wide back at them “I blew of a courthouse a few months ago, I’m certainly not too kind. Do you want them? It’s a god of justice.”
She smiles at them, leaning down “Ain’t that somethin’! Looks like you got a real interest in ‘em! Good fer ya!”
“Only one member, but she’s doing well. Her name’s Anna, and she’s my warlock.”
“Yes, yes I do. Thank you. But do you know how much power you’re handing off to a demon prince by doing this?” Rio smiles nastily.
“An… interest?”
“You only have one member? And here I thought you were charismatic.” He says, crossing his arms, chuckling.
“I know how much you’ll owe me when I give this to you.” He takes the bottle out of his pocket, radiant energy glowing inside, a small voice cursing at him.
*Ello, I'm sorta back. I'm painting a bit so responses might be slow.*
Sable is outside now that it is nighttime, reading under the moonlight. He looks rather fine, no one would notice he was starving himself. He is dressed in a white button up dress shirt, a blue waist coat, and a pair of black breeches. He appears to be reading a book of the historical markings of death and it's many forms.
Samaritan is punching a punching bag, his body flaming slightly with wisps of burning red fire dancing across his skin. He is mad, it's not hard to tell.
Home has somehow wandered away from Loriche camp and is now standing in front of a currently almost rotted away Guilt House. He stands right at the border to it, his eyes cold and unfeeling. He throws in a match and suddenly the place as alight.
*Hey Wendi, just want to ask, do you want to do The Brand and the Valentines now? Just asking.*
*Sure!*
*Do you want to do it here or pm?*
*Here is fine, it’s up to you, what you want and all that. I’ll make an intro here if you want.*
*It's all good. I got it.*
The Valentine Sisters feel a presence in their palace. Sitting in the main room, which almost looks like a throne room due to The Brand manipulating the hellish space, he sits there with his family. The small army each wearing their masks. He taps his fingers against the golden armrest, as if they are late.
"I would've thought that you would join me sooner. Oh well, your here now." He says and stands up. Large, black and red wings unfold from his skin as if they had been hiding there the entire time, his mask shifting to more of a horrible monstrosity of a mouth, large horns, and no eyes.
*Hey Wendi, just want to ask, do you want to do The Brand and the Valentines now? Just asking.*
*Sure!*
*Do you want to do it here or pm?*
*Here is fine, it’s up to you, what you want and all that. I’ll make an intro here if you want.*
*It's all good. I got it.*
The Valentine Sisters feel a presence in their palace. Sitting in the main room, which almost looks like a throne room due to The Brand manipulating the hellish space, he sits there with his family. The small army each wearing their masks. He taps his fingers against the golden armrest, as if they are late.
"I would've thought that you would join me sooner. Oh well, your here now." He says and stands up. Large, black and red wings unfold from his skin as if they had been hiding there the entire time, his mask shifting to more of a horrible monstrosity of a mouth, large horns, and no eyes.
As soon as they spot them, there are weapons in their hands, a greatsword forming out of ash in the hands of the brunette, blazing with black hellfire, a rifle burning into existence in the hands of the blonde, aiming it at their head, they continue to speak in unison “Now you aren’t invited in here are ya? How ‘bout you give us enough reasons to not massacre all yall and stick that mask up on our trophy wall?”
*Hey Wendi, just want to ask, do you want to do The Brand and the Valentines now? Just asking.*
*Sure!*
*Do you want to do it here or pm?*
*Here is fine, it’s up to you, what you want and all that. I’ll make an intro here if you want.*
*It's all good. I got it.*
The Valentine Sisters feel a presence in their palace. Sitting in the main room, which almost looks like a throne room due to The Brand manipulating the hellish space, he sits there with his family. The small army each wearing their masks. He taps his fingers against the golden armrest, as if they are late.
"I would've thought that you would join me sooner. Oh well, your here now." He says and stands up. Large, black and red wings unfold from his skin as if they had been hiding there the entire time, his mask shifting to more of a horrible monstrosity of a mouth, large horns, and no eyes.
As soon as they spot them, there are weapons in their hands, a greatsword forming out of ash in the hands of the brunette, blazing with black hellfire, a rifle burning into existence in the hands of the blonde, aiming it at their head, they continue to speak in unison “Now you aren’t invited in here are ya? How ‘bout you give us enough reasons to not massacre all yall and stick that mask up on our trophy wall?”
"Because it won't do a thing and I come with a proposal." He said, standing up.
"You wish to kill your brother, the snivelling fool and his wife. I only wish to kill his wife as she has not answered for her crimes from a former life. We could both get what we want, the death of those we wish to send to the hell's."
*Hey Wendi, just want to ask, do you want to do The Brand and the Valentines now? Just asking.*
*Sure!*
*Do you want to do it here or pm?*
*Here is fine, it’s up to you, what you want and all that. I’ll make an intro here if you want.*
*It's all good. I got it.*
The Valentine Sisters feel a presence in their palace. Sitting in the main room, which almost looks like a throne room due to The Brand manipulating the hellish space, he sits there with his family. The small army each wearing their masks. He taps his fingers against the golden armrest, as if they are late.
"I would've thought that you would join me sooner. Oh well, your here now." He says and stands up. Large, black and red wings unfold from his skin as if they had been hiding there the entire time, his mask shifting to more of a horrible monstrosity of a mouth, large horns, and no eyes.
As soon as they spot them, there are weapons in their hands, a greatsword forming out of ash in the hands of the brunette, blazing with black hellfire, a rifle burning into existence in the hands of the blonde, aiming it at their head, they continue to speak in unison “Now you aren’t invited in here are ya? How ‘bout you give us enough reasons to not massacre all yall and stick that mask up on our trophy wall?”
"Because it won't do a thing and I come with a proposal." He said, standing up.
"You wish to kill your brother, the snivelling fool and his wife. I only wish to kill his wife as she has not answered for her crimes from a former life. We could both get what we want, the death of those we wish to send to the hell's."
They both lower their weapons, raising parallel eyebrows in interest, walking over to them, both of them curtsying “Well sorry ‘bout our little threat there. You want us to help you kill our brother? Sounds fun, Mary an’ Ann, nice to meet you. Who’re you?”
*Hey Wendi, just want to ask, do you want to do The Brand and the Valentines now? Just asking.*
*Sure!*
*Do you want to do it here or pm?*
*Here is fine, it’s up to you, what you want and all that. I’ll make an intro here if you want.*
*It's all good. I got it.*
The Valentine Sisters feel a presence in their palace. Sitting in the main room, which almost looks like a throne room due to The Brand manipulating the hellish space, he sits there with his family. The small army each wearing their masks. He taps his fingers against the golden armrest, as if they are late.
"I would've thought that you would join me sooner. Oh well, your here now." He says and stands up. Large, black and red wings unfold from his skin as if they had been hiding there the entire time, his mask shifting to more of a horrible monstrosity of a mouth, large horns, and no eyes.
As soon as they spot them, there are weapons in their hands, a greatsword forming out of ash in the hands of the brunette, blazing with black hellfire, a rifle burning into existence in the hands of the blonde, aiming it at their head, they continue to speak in unison “Now you aren’t invited in here are ya? How ‘bout you give us enough reasons to not massacre all yall and stick that mask up on our trophy wall?”
"Because it won't do a thing and I come with a proposal." He said, standing up.
"You wish to kill your brother, the snivelling fool and his wife. I only wish to kill his wife as she has not answered for her crimes from a former life. We could both get what we want, the death of those we wish to send to the hell's."
They both lower their weapons, raising parallel eyebrows in interest, walking over to them, both of them curtsying “Well sorry ‘bout our little threat there. You want us to help you kill our brother? Sounds fun, Mary an’ Ann, nice to meet you. Who’re you?”
"A natural reaction to someone in your domain." He said "I mostly want to kill his wife. She killed my wife back when I was human and now I want to watch her suffer as she loses her husband." He said, his wings folding back into his skin, his mask turning back into simply a mask. "I am The Brand, these nice folks behind me are my family."
Their eyes shine with teenage fan girl interest, clasping each other’s hands slightly, their horns setting ablaze “Yer THE Brand? Really?” They sit down among the family, looking at all of them with that same interest, smiling wide with the sharpest teeth anyone shouldn’t ever have.
Their eyes shine with teenage fan girl interest, clasping each other’s hands slightly, their horns setting ablaze “Yer THE Brand? Really?” They sit down among the family, looking at all of them with that same interest, smiling wide with the sharpest teeth anyone shouldn’t ever have.
"Mn, I wouldn't expect my name to reach your ears." He said. Suddenly, his body convulses, his flesh tearing as something underneath bubbles. Suddenly it bursts, his family now bowing their heads.
Before the Valentine Sisters are standing before a massive pit-fiend esque devil. His skin is ptich black with golden veins running up his entire body. His massive maw drops golden ichor from gods long dead. His millions of eyes stare down at them, snorting out smoke from his nose.
Their eyes shine with teenage fan girl interest, clasping each other’s hands slightly, their horns setting ablaze “Yer THE Brand? Really?” They sit down among the family, looking at all of them with that same interest, smiling wide with the sharpest teeth anyone shouldn’t ever have.
"Mn, I wouldn't expect my name to reach your ears." He said. Suddenly, his body convulses, his flesh tearing as something underneath bubbles. Suddenly it bursts, his family now bowing their heads.
Before the Valentine Sisters are standing before a massive pit-fiend esque devil. His skin is ptich black with golden veins running up his entire body. His massive maw drops golden ichor from gods long dead. His millions of eyes stare down at them, snorting out smoke from his nose.
Their eyes would shine brighter, but with the inky blackness that is their eyes, smiling from ear to ear, literally, the flesh of the mouth’s torn to shreds as they look to the devil, their claws digging into each others hands slightly “Wow! It really is ya!” They both look at each other before looking back to them before stopping “Wait, did ya say Sparrow had a wife?”
Their eyes shine with teenage fan girl interest, clasping each other’s hands slightly, their horns setting ablaze “Yer THE Brand? Really?” They sit down among the family, looking at all of them with that same interest, smiling wide with the sharpest teeth anyone shouldn’t ever have.
"Mn, I wouldn't expect my name to reach your ears." He said. Suddenly, his body convulses, his flesh tearing as something underneath bubbles. Suddenly it bursts, his family now bowing their heads.
Before the Valentine Sisters are standing before a massive pit-fiend esque devil. His skin is ptich black with golden veins running up his entire body. His massive maw drops golden ichor from gods long dead. His millions of eyes stare down at them, snorting out smoke from his nose.
Their eyes would shine brighter, but with the inky blackness that is their eyes, smiling from ear to ear, literally, the flesh of the mouth’s torn to shreds as they look to the devil, their claws digging into each others hands slightly “Wow! It really is ya!” They both look at each other before looking back to them before stopping “Wait, did ya say Sparrow had a wife?”
"Yes. Stroth Blackwood. Bloody scourge to me and my family." He said, shifting back, fixing his jacket "I know you two want to kill Sparrow and so I thought I should ask, kill two birds with one stone."
Their eyes shine with teenage fan girl interest, clasping each other’s hands slightly, their horns setting ablaze “Yer THE Brand? Really?” They sit down among the family, looking at all of them with that same interest, smiling wide with the sharpest teeth anyone shouldn’t ever have.
"Mn, I wouldn't expect my name to reach your ears." He said. Suddenly, his body convulses, his flesh tearing as something underneath bubbles. Suddenly it bursts, his family now bowing their heads.
Before the Valentine Sisters are standing before a massive pit-fiend esque devil. His skin is ptich black with golden veins running up his entire body. His massive maw drops golden ichor from gods long dead. His millions of eyes stare down at them, snorting out smoke from his nose.
Their eyes would shine brighter, but with the inky blackness that is their eyes, smiling from ear to ear, literally, the flesh of the mouth’s torn to shreds as they look to the devil, their claws digging into each others hands slightly “Wow! It really is ya!” They both look at each other before looking back to them before stopping “Wait, did ya say Sparrow had a wife?”
"Yes. Stroth Blackwood. Bloody scourge to me and my family." He said, shifting back, fixing his jacket "I know you two want to kill Sparrow and so I thought I should ask, kill two birds with one stone."
They take a moment to consider it, looking in each other’s eyes before nodding in unison “Sure, we’ll help ya, but we need ta stop a few people first. A snake demon, an’ a cute little strugel. They are both real dangerous, especially the strugel.”
Their eyes shine with teenage fan girl interest, clasping each other’s hands slightly, their horns setting ablaze “Yer THE Brand? Really?” They sit down among the family, looking at all of them with that same interest, smiling wide with the sharpest teeth anyone shouldn’t ever have.
"Mn, I wouldn't expect my name to reach your ears." He said. Suddenly, his body convulses, his flesh tearing as something underneath bubbles. Suddenly it bursts, his family now bowing their heads.
Before the Valentine Sisters are standing before a massive pit-fiend esque devil. His skin is ptich black with golden veins running up his entire body. His massive maw drops golden ichor from gods long dead. His millions of eyes stare down at them, snorting out smoke from his nose.
Their eyes would shine brighter, but with the inky blackness that is their eyes, smiling from ear to ear, literally, the flesh of the mouth’s torn to shreds as they look to the devil, their claws digging into each others hands slightly “Wow! It really is ya!” They both look at each other before looking back to them before stopping “Wait, did ya say Sparrow had a wife?”
"Yes. Stroth Blackwood. Bloody scourge to me and my family." He said, shifting back, fixing his jacket "I know you two want to kill Sparrow and so I thought I should ask, kill two birds with one stone."
They take a moment to consider it, looking in each other’s eyes before nodding in unison “Sure, we’ll help ya, but we need ta stop a few people first. A snake demon, an’ a cute little strugel. They are both real dangerous, especially the strugel.”
"Don't worry about that part. I have plans for both of them." He said, cracking his neck. "If Felix is never alerted, therefore he never finds out. Riotan will find out and come to save them, he is rather easy to take down."
“You only have one member? And here I thought you were charismatic.” He says, crossing his arms, chuckling.
“I know how much you’ll owe me when I give this to you.” He takes the bottle out of his pocket, radiant energy glowing inside, a small voice cursing at him.
“Ya’ve a special feelin’ fer ‘em. Happy fer ya.”
*Ello, I'm sorta back. I'm painting a bit so responses might be slow.*
Sable is outside now that it is nighttime, reading under the moonlight. He looks rather fine, no one would notice he was starving himself. He is dressed in a white button up dress shirt, a blue waist coat, and a pair of black breeches. He appears to be reading a book of the historical markings of death and it's many forms.
Samaritan is punching a punching bag, his body flaming slightly with wisps of burning red fire dancing across his skin. He is mad, it's not hard to tell.
Home has somehow wandered away from Loriche camp and is now standing in front of a currently almost rotted away Guilt House. He stands right at the border to it, his eyes cold and unfeeling. He throws in a match and suddenly the place as alight.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Hey Wendi, just want to ask, do you want to do The Brand and the Valentines now? Just asking.*
*Sure!*
*Do you want to do it here or pm?*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Here is fine, it’s up to you, what you want and all that. I’ll make an intro here if you want.*
*It's all good. I got it.*
The Valentine Sisters feel a presence in their palace. Sitting in the main room, which almost looks like a throne room due to The Brand manipulating the hellish space, he sits there with his family. The small army each wearing their masks. He taps his fingers against the golden armrest, as if they are late.
"I would've thought that you would join me sooner. Oh well, your here now." He says and stands up. Large, black and red wings unfold from his skin as if they had been hiding there the entire time, his mask shifting to more of a horrible monstrosity of a mouth, large horns, and no eyes.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
As soon as they spot them, there are weapons in their hands, a greatsword forming out of ash in the hands of the brunette, blazing with black hellfire, a rifle burning into existence in the hands of the blonde, aiming it at their head, they continue to speak in unison “Now you aren’t invited in here are ya? How ‘bout you give us enough reasons to not massacre all yall and stick that mask up on our trophy wall?”
"Because it won't do a thing and I come with a proposal." He said, standing up.
"You wish to kill your brother, the snivelling fool and his wife. I only wish to kill his wife as she has not answered for her crimes from a former life. We could both get what we want, the death of those we wish to send to the hell's."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
They both lower their weapons, raising parallel eyebrows in interest, walking over to them, both of them curtsying “Well sorry ‘bout our little threat there. You want us to help you kill our brother? Sounds fun, Mary an’ Ann, nice to meet you. Who’re you?”
"A natural reaction to someone in your domain." He said "I mostly want to kill his wife. She killed my wife back when I was human and now I want to watch her suffer as she loses her husband." He said, his wings folding back into his skin, his mask turning back into simply a mask. "I am The Brand, these nice folks behind me are my family."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Cut for Wendi.*
Their eyes shine with teenage fan girl interest, clasping each other’s hands slightly, their horns setting ablaze “Yer THE Brand? Really?” They sit down among the family, looking at all of them with that same interest, smiling wide with the sharpest teeth anyone shouldn’t ever have.
"Mn, I wouldn't expect my name to reach your ears." He said. Suddenly, his body convulses, his flesh tearing as something underneath bubbles. Suddenly it bursts, his family now bowing their heads.
Before the Valentine Sisters are standing before a massive pit-fiend esque devil. His skin is ptich black with golden veins running up his entire body. His massive maw drops golden ichor from gods long dead. His millions of eyes stare down at them, snorting out smoke from his nose.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
(hi wendo)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
Their eyes would shine brighter, but with the inky blackness that is their eyes, smiling from ear to ear, literally, the flesh of the mouth’s torn to shreds as they look to the devil, their claws digging into each others hands slightly “Wow! It really is ya!” They both look at each other before looking back to them before stopping “Wait, did ya say Sparrow had a wife?”
"Yes. Stroth Blackwood. Bloody scourge to me and my family." He said, shifting back, fixing his jacket "I know you two want to kill Sparrow and so I thought I should ask, kill two birds with one stone."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*cut*
“Well if you joined, then I’d have two!”
“Oh wait no I’d be in debt to you?” He pauses as he was about to reach out and take it. “Hm. Well now I’m reconsidering.”
“…that does not clarify.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Do… you want me to join your cult?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.
He grins wide “Of course you would be, shouldn’t have told me how valuable it would be to you huh?” He says, putting it back in her pocket.
“Yer in love ya numbskull!”
They take a moment to consider it, looking in each other’s eyes before nodding in unison “Sure, we’ll help ya, but we need ta stop a few people first. A snake demon, an’ a cute little strugel. They are both real dangerous, especially the strugel.”
"Don't worry about that part. I have plans for both of them." He said, cracking his neck. "If Felix is never alerted, therefore he never finds out. Riotan will find out and come to save them, he is rather easy to take down."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“Do you WANT to join my cult?”
“You don’t put a demon in debt.” Riotan grumbles, slumping against the bar again. “Nice try.”
“…oh.” They look very taken aback.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.