Lord's Rest Inn

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*Anywhoozle, time to destroy the Pan's, the Gay's, and the Bi's.*

The rings of hell are known for their devils and how each serves a purpose. Sometimes it's to cause chaos, other times it's to threaten their enemies, but for a good bit, it's all about getting as many souls as you can to climb up that neverending ladder of power. 

Russ, or The Black Death as his enemies call him, is an outlier. While he might not be heavenly material, he doesn't belong in hell either. He was born in hell as an incubus but the idea of seducing and being used never appealed to him. However, that way of thinking doesn't get you power you so desperately crave so he hid what he really was, playing himself off as a Erinyes, after all he has the wings and face for it. He served in hell's military but grew bored of having to even listen to those he hated as much as they hated him. Time and time again, he was made example of because he wouldn't listen to them. 

That's when he left the military. At that point, he really did look like an Erinyes. His body was built with muscles, his skin tanned and scarred. His dark eyes burned with the red fire of internal fury. But because he had no place amongst them anymore, they stripped him of his powers, his heritage, and shoved him into the mortal realm.

Years and years past, the hell forgot about him. What they didn't know is that he lived amongst mortals now. He was stuck, mentally speaking. He was so used to hell, now he was here, trying to figure out his way.

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A man is walking around the stalls of the market in town. He wears a black tank-top, dark jeans, a black jacket, and thick boots. His face is covered by a balaclava that resembles a skeletal jaw. The hood covers his head, as if that will shield him from being stared at. Here he was, a hulking 6'8 man, wearing dark clothes that one would call "deviant". 

 A trooper with blue markings on his armor and helmet watch him. His helmet is off currently and is watching them

 He narrows his eyes at him, smirking behind his mask.

 He smiles back, his brown eyes watching him

 As if from nowhere, smoke seems to slowly seep from his mouth and through the fabric of the mask. It's as if he took a drag from something and is now exhaling it. He walks over, looking down at them "Need something Soldier?"

 *Also, you have not destroyed me, you have just made on of my characters G A Y *

"Nah. Just curious about the newcomer."

 *You are very welcome.*

"Mn.. Usually one would only stare for a few seconds." He says, chuckling lowly "Your eyes were on me for longer than that I would say."

 *Yippie!*

Blitz stares him down and offers a hand. "The names Blitz."

 "Pretty name." He says and smirked behind his mask. He takes Blitz's hand and kisses the back of it.

 Blitz flushes red, ever so slightly. "U-uh y-yeah. Whats your name?"

 "Russ.. Pleasure to meet you." He winks.

*Haha, he go rizz*

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 Blitz flushes red, ever so slightly. "U-uh y-yeah. Whats your name?"

 "Russ.. Pleasure to meet you." He winks.

 "Nice to meet you as well Russ." he says, smiling back

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*Haha, he go rizz*

 *pain*

*Redesigned my cowboy to be less cowboy and more swamp boy*

There is a man in a gator skin hunting coat by the lake. He wears a top hat (cause why not) of the same material, with teeth stuck into the brim and a glass eye on the front. He takes his hand off his black gator-head cane for a second to pull down his scarf, his gator-skull shoulder pauldrons shifting as he does so. His face is handsome despite its gauntness.

His sunken, pale blue eyes watch the shoreline.

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 "Whats the first?"

"KEEP FIRING!"

Attack: 17 Damage: 24

Attack: 22 Damage: 29

“You have to ask?” Mauric grins at him.

The guardian attacks two troopers in fury.

Attack: 16 Damage: 15

Attack: 15 Damage: 15

 He nods, looking confused.

One takes the hits.

Attack: 20 Damage: 29

Attack: 18 Damage: 14

“It’s you, silly.”

The guardian explodes into red mist.

*love the contrast of these two scenes*

 *Violence and love*

Nick flushes a deep red.

"Thank the force..."

*bootleg version of Thor Love and Thunder*

Mauric swings his legs back and forth, grinning that dumb grin of his again.

The cracks between the stones of the walls begin to fill with blood, spelling out:

“A Champion sleeps,

A people weeps,

A snake is sealed away.

The sun turns red,

the minotaurs dead,

The demon comes out to play.”