Lord's Rest Inn

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 "Wait, they came here before?" A look of panic enters his eye. "Oh, (GP), they are legally obligated to kill me on sight. Comes with being fired, you know?"

He closes his eyes and sighs with relief. "That's good to hear. Your father can be nasty, though. I don't want you to get hurt."

 "Don't worry 'bout that, they don't care none 'bout what they're legally obligated ta do, they'd happily become outlaws themselves." He smiles at them, taking out two infernal cigarettes, offering them one "I'd keep ya safe if ya need it."

 "I am perfectly fine." He tells Tim to cover his ears and close his eyes, which he does "My body is not as advanced as Tim's by far, so I do not receive as much of his concern."

 He takes it. "Thanks, pardner. Means a lot. You know, it's funny, as a devil I'm naturally inclined toward power grabs, but hate and fear don't actually appeal to me. I don't think it's moral fiber or anythin' of that sort, just a lack of interest. You folks are so nice here."

Franz drops his smile. "(GP)in' A, I hate that guy. He messes with any of you kids and I'm gonna lobotomize his soul."

 "That's likely cause we all had a little bit o' sufferin' 'round here, an' we don't want ta provide anymore. If we wanted ta cause trouble ta people who ain't deserve it, we'd be somewhere else." He lights it for them, lighting his own "Ya ain't too bad yerself."

 He tells Tim he can open his eyes and move his hands back "Don't worry, Father's been doing this for a long time from what I remember. He's desperate, and that's what's making him do all of this, he's convinced he can make a happy family again."

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 "No clue. I avoided the place as much as possible. Too many military bases for me."

"You're doing a good job. They don't have to be perfect. You're going to eat them anyway, right?" He pats them on the shoulder.

Felix puts his heavy paws on Angel's shoulders, giving them a gentle massage. "Hey. Don't worry about it. I'm fine if you spent time down there. Most planeswalkers go there at some point." (Success, but Felix saw him stiffen so he knows at least something is up.)

 "Ah, makes sense. A war or something happen?" He asks. 

He nods "I wish to devour them all." he smiles. 

Angel turns around, a look in his black eyes "Do you mind.. if I were to talk to you about something? I do not wish for it to ruin our friendship but I feel as though I should tell you as you are my friend."

 "A whole-(GP) blood war. Hell needs someone to fight at all times, and the Abyss was both local and filled with an infinite population of demons."

"Then go ahead. They're all yours." He smiles back.

"Of course. I won't judge. Are you part devil or something? I've made friends with devils before. Even a demon once."

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"Alright. Let's see..." She takes the brush, dipping a little bit of the brush's end in some black paint to start, and begins making lines on the canvas. Her hands are a little shaky, trying to keep the brush in one spot.

KK looks curiously at the small pouch for a moment, opening it and examining its contents. "Thank you very much, Henry." She says, producing one vial of deep crimson blood from the pouch and holding it up to the light.

 She uses her own hands, keeping them steady as they paint, smiling softly as she lets them continue to lead, only providing support "You are doin' great sweetheart, don't feel nervous, yer doin' great."

 The blood is certainly different from what is normal. It seems to have some kind of cursed effect to it, infused into it to the very core of it's being "Ah, no need to thank me for letting me do two things I love. Do you mind if I rest here for a moment?"

She nods in response, continuing to paint as best she can, cleaning the brush with prestidigitation and beginning to fill in some of the canvas she sectioned off with the lines of black paint with green.

"I don't mind at all, no. I do have one question, though. This blood... what did you get it from?" She looks at the vial with keen interest for a moment longer, before setting it back into the pouch.

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 "No clue. I avoided the place as much as possible. Too many military bases for me."

"You're doing a good job. They don't have to be perfect. You're going to eat them anyway, right?" He pats them on the shoulder.

Felix puts his heavy paws on Angel's shoulders, giving them a gentle massage. "Hey. Don't worry about it. I'm fine if you spent time down there. Most planeswalkers go there at some point." (Success, but Felix saw him stiffen so he knows at least something is up.)

 "Ah, makes sense. A war or something happen?" He asks. 

He nods "I wish to devour them all." he smiles. 

Angel turns around, a look in his black eyes "Do you mind.. if I were to talk to you about something? I do not wish for it to ruin our friendship but I feel as though I should tell you as you are my friend."

 "A whole-(GP) blood war. Hell needs someone to fight at all times, and the Abyss was both local and filled with an infinite population of demons."

"Then go ahead. They're all yours." He smiles back.

"Of course. I won't judge. Are you part devil or something? I've made friends with devils before. Even a demon once."

 "Life is chaos and it seems we are pawns in its chess match." He sighs and offers a sympathetic smile.

In less than a second, it all is eaten. The plate is nearly eaten as well but he stops himself from doing that as it is a nice plate.

"Duke.. of...... hell." He mumbles, rolling his wings "I am sorry, I can leave if you wish me to. I didn't mean to hide it from you... its just I cannot go back to it all.."

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 He takes it. "Thanks, pardner. Means a lot. You know, it's funny, as a devil I'm naturally inclined toward power grabs, but hate and fear don't actually appeal to me. I don't think it's moral fiber or anythin' of that sort, just a lack of interest. You folks are so nice here."

Franz drops his smile. "(GP)in' A, I hate that guy. He messes with any of you kids and I'm gonna lobotomize his soul."

 "That's likely cause we all had a little bit o' sufferin' 'round here, an' we don't want ta provide anymore. If we wanted ta cause trouble ta people who ain't deserve it, we'd be somewhere else." He lights it for them, lighting his own "Ya ain't too bad yerself."

 He tells Tim he can open his eyes and move his hands back "Don't worry, Father's been doing this for a long time from what I remember. He's desperate, and that's what's making him do all of this, he's convinced he can make a happy family again."

 "Heh. Learned to hide it. Power-hungry slaves are usually put down." He takes a drag. "But given the alternatives, I'd say you're right."

Franz is smiling again. "Well, I hope he gets one some other way. I think he should be happy too. I don't like him, but no one deserves to be sad."

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"Alright. Let's see..." She takes the brush, dipping a little bit of the brush's end in some black paint to start, and begins making lines on the canvas. Her hands are a little shaky, trying to keep the brush in one spot.

KK looks curiously at the small pouch for a moment, opening it and examining its contents. "Thank you very much, Henry." She says, producing one vial of deep crimson blood from the pouch and holding it up to the light.

 She uses her own hands, keeping them steady as they paint, smiling softly as she lets them continue to lead, only providing support "You are doin' great sweetheart, don't feel nervous, yer doin' great."

 The blood is certainly different from what is normal. It seems to have some kind of cursed effect to it, infused into it to the very core of it's being "Ah, no need to thank me for letting me do two things I love. Do you mind if I rest here for a moment?"

She nods in response, continuing to paint as best she can, cleaning the brush with prestidigitation and beginning to fill in some of the canvas she sectioned off with the lines of black paint with green.

"I don't mind at all, no. I do have one question, though. This blood... what did you get it from?" She looks at the vial with keen interest for a moment longer, before setting it back into the pouch.

 She happily watches as she subtly begins to help less and less, letting them paint on their own as the painting begins to take form, curious as to what it may end up being.

 He collapses next to the desk, pulling up his shirt to reveal a deep slash wound across his chest, still bleeding, though he continues to speak as if he's fine "The beasts of my home have a... different quality when it comes to blood... a special significance you could say."