Lord's Rest Inn

(I am too tired for school -v- )

Out in the snowy woods lies a small, broken figure. A nearly-destroyed line cook uniform, a missing eye, scourge scars across his back, stark white hair, broken horns... this little devil has been through a lot. It seems like he was particularly weak for an imp too, given his lack of wings and a stinger, leaving him with just an arrowhead tail. There is no visible portal or summoning circle, just an imp lying on the ground, whimpering and sobbing. He slowly, painfully struggles to rise from the snow, before falling down again with a scream, clutching his digitigrade leg.

He begins to hyperventilate, tears forming in his remaining eye before he steels his resolve, orients himself toward the buildings he can faintly see through the trees, and starts to slowly crawl, dragging himself across the frozen earth as he attempts to reach the town.

Here's an enhanced and more structured version of Ria, the god of death:

Ria, The Sovereign of Souls

Known by many names across the realms:

• The Reaper of Souls
• Keeper of the Forgotten
• Savior of the Imps
• Vanquisher of the World-Crusher

To mortals, he is Death incarnate, the Grim Reaper himself. But to those who serve him, he is simply Ria.

Appearance:
Ria stands an imposing 7 feet tall, though his height is as mutable as reality itself. His preferred form is that of a figure clad in an immaculate tuxedo, crowned with a haunting mask crafted from deer bones and adorned with crow feathers. This visage, both regal and terrifying, belies his true nature.

His corporeal form is an ever-shifting amalgamation of bones, a macabre tapestry woven from the thousands of souls he has claimed. Yet, like death itself, Ria is protean, capable of assuming myriad forms to suit his inscrutable purposes.

Divine Powers:
Ria's dominion over death grants him a vast array of supernatural abilities, including but not limited to:

1. Mastery over Life and Death:
• Raise Dead
• Restore Soul
• Cure All Ailments
• Death's Kiss
• Death's Forgiveness
2. Necromantic Control:
• Bone Manipulation
• Communicate with the Dead
• Blood Drain
3. Reality Manipulation:
• Alter Reality (within his realm)
• Create Endless Mazes
• Wish Granting
4. Psychological Domination:
• Induce Infinite Fear
• Master of Deception (Conman)
5. Metaphysical Abilities:
• Shadow-Step (Teleportation)
• Shapeshifting

To serve under Ria is to glimpse the unfathomable depths of existence itself. His realm is a tapestry of shadows and whispers, where the lines between life and death blur into obscurity. Those who encounter Ria are forever changed, marked by their brush with the ultimate arbiter of mortality.

is this any good?

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Out in the snowy woods lies a small, broken figure. A nearly-destroyed line cook uniform, a missing eye, scourge scars across his back, stark white hair, broken horns... this little devil has been through a lot. It seems like he was particularly weak for an imp too, given his lack of wings and a stinger, leaving him with just an arrowhead tail. There is no visible portal or summoning circle, just an imp lying on the ground, whimpering and sobbing. He slowly, painfully struggles to rise from the snow, before falling down again with a scream, clutching his digitigrade leg.

He begins to hyperventilate, tears forming in his remaining eye before he steels his resolve, orients himself toward the buildings he can faintly see through the trees, and starts to slowly crawl, dragging himself across the frozen earth as he attempts to reach the town.

 Isaac, seeing the imp, runs over to him and offers a hand up "I can take you to the tavern. Should be able to get you patched up once I have access to my tools"

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Quote from Baalzeboop >>

Out in the snowy woods lies a small, broken figure. A nearly-destroyed line cook uniform, a missing eye, scourge scars across his back, stark white hair, broken horns... this little devil has been through a lot. It seems like he was particularly weak for an imp too, given his lack of wings and a stinger, leaving him with just an arrowhead tail. There is no visible portal or summoning circle, just an imp lying on the ground, whimpering and sobbing. He slowly, painfully struggles to rise from the snow, before falling down again with a scream, clutching his digitigrade leg.

He begins to hyperventilate, tears forming in his remaining eye before he steels his resolve, orients himself toward the buildings he can faintly see through the trees, and starts to slowly crawl, dragging himself across the frozen earth as he attempts to reach the town.

 Isaac, seeing the imp, runs over to him and offers a hand up "I can take you to the tavern. Should be able to get you patched up once I have access to my tools"

 He doesn't say anything, just trying to manage his breathing at this point, but he nods with all the vigor of his diabolic ancestors and holds out his little red hand.

*Just checked, Imps are actually not baatezu, meaning that they are inherent to the Hells and not actually created from human souls. They just... are. Kinda like in the Hazbin Hotel universe.*

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Quote from MoonWatcher19 >>

Quote from Baalzeboop >>

Out in the snowy woods lies a small, broken figure. A nearly-destroyed line cook uniform, a missing eye, scourge scars across his back, stark white hair, broken horns... this little devil has been through a lot. It seems like he was particularly weak for an imp too, given his lack of wings and a stinger, leaving him with just an arrowhead tail. There is no visible portal or summoning circle, just an imp lying on the ground, whimpering and sobbing. He slowly, painfully struggles to rise from the snow, before falling down again with a scream, clutching his digitigrade leg.

He begins to hyperventilate, tears forming in his remaining eye before he steels his resolve, orients himself toward the buildings he can faintly see through the trees, and starts to slowly crawl, dragging himself across the frozen earth as he attempts to reach the town.

 Isaac, seeing the imp, runs over to him and offers a hand up "I can take you to the tavern. Should be able to get you patched up once I have access to my tools"

 He doesn't say anything, just trying to manage his breathing at this point, but he nods with all the vigor of his diabolic ancestors and holds out his little red hand.

 He crouches down and holds out his arm "you can use my arm as a brace. should help keep you from putting weight on that leg