the dome: a battleground for the gods!

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 “Mine, I guess. It’s probably bigger.”

 "Well lets go then." He sprouts his wings, keeping them small in this limited space until he can fly the rest of the way.

 She guides him back to the fake door to the tower of Asmodeus, and they end up back in the lounge they were before.

”hey, random question, have you ever met Asmodeus? Sometimes criminals have to see him before they’re sent to the prison down there, or he visits the courthouse to talk with Abaddon.”

 "I haven't been here long enough to meet Asmodeus, although I've visited the hells over the times I've died. I never stayed very long though. I wouldn't be against meeting them though, are they a relative of yours?" He follows her guidance best he can, his mind still pretty foggy.

 “No, I was born a mortal like most devils and Archdevils and was promoted eventually… the only one of his Relatives that anyone actually knows about is Glasya, who’s a lord of the Nine. but I mean, I live in his tower so I’m sorta friends with him. You know, lord of the nine hells.”

 "Oh, that's fun. Knowing Asmodeus is very nice I suppose." He places her down when they get there "I wish we could have met on better terms then my forced service. Although now that I've lost my grandfather for the next 200 years, I could use some sort of vice."

 ”yeah, that really does suck… if I could do anything I would, but You made a Faustian bargain…” she says, conjuring some snacks.

 "If you could do anything about it, I might have not even taken the help, because I'm a prideful [gp]." He sits on the couch, checking some of the board games.

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Suddenly, there is a rush of wind at the dome, and emerging behind a large rock is a small Husky, with striking blue eyes that almost seem to sparkle in the daylight, and an adorable face, as most dogs have. From behind the rock, there are a Set of footprints left by the husky, ashen and smoldering. It sniffs the ground, looking for something.

 

 The ball of lightning rushes by the dog, before turning around and being to circle it

 It barks at the ball in confusion, spinning around to keep it in its line of sight.

 The ball spins faster and faster 

 It leaps at it, trying to keep up with it, and chasing it.

 The ball goes even faster, the force slightly lifting the dog off the ground 

 When the ball gets close enough each time it passes next to them, the dog tries to bite it, seemingly having fun.

 The ball seems to enjoy it too. If a semi-sentient ball of energy is capable of feeling such emotions 

 It barks, and when the ball passes by it a next time, it pats it with its paw at lightning speed.

 The ball stops in its tracks, seemingly surprising that something was able to keep up with it. The dog doesn’t hear a voice persay, simply reviving a signal: How?

 If it’s somehow able to send a signal back, since it seemingly can’t speak, it does.

wanna race?

 Race is fun.

 okay! Race, put me down and we race!

 The ball puts the dog down, before moving so fast back and forth, it looks like there’s hundreds of it Race! Race Race Race Race! 

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Suddenly, there is a rush of wind at the dome, and emerging behind a large rock is a small Husky, with striking blue eyes that almost seem to sparkle in the daylight, and an adorable face, as most dogs have. From behind the rock, there are a Set of footprints left by the husky, ashen and smoldering. It sniffs the ground, looking for something.

 

 The ball of lightning rushes by the dog, before turning around and being to circle it

 It barks at the ball in confusion, spinning around to keep it in its line of sight.

 The ball spins faster and faster 

 It leaps at it, trying to keep up with it, and chasing it.

 The ball goes even faster, the force slightly lifting the dog off the ground 

 When the ball gets close enough each time it passes next to them, the dog tries to bite it, seemingly having fun.

 The ball seems to enjoy it too. If a semi-sentient ball of energy is capable of feeling such emotions 

 It barks, and when the ball passes by it a next time, it pats it with its paw at lightning speed.

 The ball stops in its tracks, seemingly surprising that something was able to keep up with it. The dog doesn’t hear a voice persay, simply reviving a signal: How?

 If it’s somehow able to send a signal back, since it seemingly can’t speak, it does.

wanna race?

 Race is fun.

 okay! Race, put me down and we race!

 The ball puts the dog down, before moving so fast back and forth, it looks like there’s hundreds of it Race! Race Race Race Race! 

 Okaythreetwoonegoooooo! It barks, and It waits to make sure the ball goes at the same time as it.

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 *10 seems about right*

Astaroth is knocked back, bleeding and his armor heavily damaged, but swings two more times.

to hit: 36 damage: 53

to hit: 18 damage: 47

 *Cool I don't want it to be unbalanced.*

The first swing is the only one that hits, although it hits hard, one of his arm is very bloody "What do you think of one of my skills?" He charges with two slashes more. To hit:23 35 Damage:30+11 26+12

 He nods, before being launched back again, very, very injured, his armor coated in its own blood.

to hit: 32 damage: 38

to hit: 36 damage: 43

 He is hit by both, and bleeding pretty bad himself. He charges towards him and swings four times, aiming to finish the fight but not kill him. To hit:25 28 22 28 Damage:27+13 26+18 34+4 29+10

 After the last strike, Astaroth falls to the ground, nearly dead. The booming force of Abaddon’s gavel is felt throughout the court, and it’s armor and wounds mend, and it slowly gets up.

 He pats him on the back, his blood soaking his T shirt and pants "That was a good fight, I actually have a gift for you." He holds out a ring "Here. I got a matching one for Abaddon, its a ring of Telepathy, so you two can always communicate. Because your my friend Asta."

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 *10 seems about right*

Astaroth is knocked back, bleeding and his armor heavily damaged, but swings two more times.

to hit: 36 damage: 53

to hit: 18 damage: 47

 *Cool I don't want it to be unbalanced.*

The first swing is the only one that hits, although it hits hard, one of his arm is very bloody "What do you think of one of my skills?" He charges with two slashes more. To hit:23 35 Damage:30+11 26+12

 He nods, before being launched back again, very, very injured, his armor coated in its own blood.

to hit: 32 damage: 38

to hit: 36 damage: 43

 He is hit by both, and bleeding pretty bad himself. He charges towards him and swings four times, aiming to finish the fight but not kill him. To hit:25 28 22 28 Damage:27+13 26+18 34+4 29+10

 After the last strike, Astaroth falls to the ground, nearly dead. The booming force of Abaddon’s gavel is felt throughout the court, and it’s armor and wounds mend, and it slowly gets up.

 He pats him on the back, his blood soaking his T shirt and pants "That was a good fight, I actually have a gift for you." He holds out a ring "Here. I got a matching one for Abaddon, its a ring of Telepathy, so you two can always communicate. Because your my friend Asta."

 It takes the ring, and stares at it for a moment. Then it hugs Don.

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 *10 seems about right*

Astaroth is knocked back, bleeding and his armor heavily damaged, but swings two more times.

to hit: 36 damage: 53

to hit: 18 damage: 47

 *Cool I don't want it to be unbalanced.*

The first swing is the only one that hits, although it hits hard, one of his arm is very bloody "What do you think of one of my skills?" He charges with two slashes more. To hit:23 35 Damage:30+11 26+12

 He nods, before being launched back again, very, very injured, his armor coated in its own blood.

to hit: 32 damage: 38

to hit: 36 damage: 43

 He is hit by both, and bleeding pretty bad himself. He charges towards him and swings four times, aiming to finish the fight but not kill him. To hit:25 28 22 28 Damage:27+13 26+18 34+4 29+10

 After the last strike, Astaroth falls to the ground, nearly dead. The booming force of Abaddon’s gavel is felt throughout the court, and it’s armor and wounds mend, and it slowly gets up.

 He pats him on the back, his blood soaking his T shirt and pants "That was a good fight, I actually have a gift for you." He holds out a ring "Here. I got a matching one for Abaddon, its a ring of Telepathy, so you two can always communicate. Because your my friend Asta."

 It takes the ring, and stares at it for a moment. Then it hugs Don.

 He looks confused for a moment before hugging him back "Don't tell Abaddon but I didn't go broke, I spent my winnings on the rings."

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 *10 seems about right*

Astaroth is knocked back, bleeding and his armor heavily damaged, but swings two more times.

to hit: 36 damage: 53

to hit: 18 damage: 47

 *Cool I don't want it to be unbalanced.*

The first swing is the only one that hits, although it hits hard, one of his arm is very bloody "What do you think of one of my skills?" He charges with two slashes more. To hit:23 35 Damage:30+11 26+12

 He nods, before being launched back again, very, very injured, his armor coated in its own blood.

to hit: 32 damage: 38

to hit: 36 damage: 43

 He is hit by both, and bleeding pretty bad himself. He charges towards him and swings four times, aiming to finish the fight but not kill him. To hit:25 28 22 28 Damage:27+13 26+18 34+4 29+10

 After the last strike, Astaroth falls to the ground, nearly dead. The booming force of Abaddon’s gavel is felt throughout the court, and it’s armor and wounds mend, and it slowly gets up.

 He pats him on the back, his blood soaking his T shirt and pants "That was a good fight, I actually have a gift for you." He holds out a ring "Here. I got a matching one for Abaddon, its a ring of Telepathy, so you two can always communicate. Because your my friend Asta."

 It takes the ring, and stares at it for a moment. Then it hugs Don.

 He looks confused for a moment before hugging him back "Don't tell Abaddon but I didn't go broke, I spent my winnings on the rings."

 They turn around, grab their axe, and nod.

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 They turn around, grab their axe, and nod.

 He nods back, a smile on his face, before limping to the medical ward *There has to be a medical ward right?*.

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Suddenly, there is a rush of wind at the dome, and emerging behind a large rock is a small Husky, with striking blue eyes that almost seem to sparkle in the daylight, and an adorable face, as most dogs have. From behind the rock, there are a Set of footprints left by the husky, ashen and smoldering. It sniffs the ground, looking for something.

 

 The ball of lightning rushes by the dog, before turning around and being to circle it

 It barks at the ball in confusion, spinning around to keep it in its line of sight.

 The ball spins faster and faster 

 It leaps at it, trying to keep up with it, and chasing it.

 The ball goes even faster, the force slightly lifting the dog off the ground 

 When the ball gets close enough each time it passes next to them, the dog tries to bite it, seemingly having fun.

 The ball seems to enjoy it too. If a semi-sentient ball of energy is capable of feeling such emotions 

 It barks, and when the ball passes by it a next time, it pats it with its paw at lightning speed.

 The ball stops in its tracks, seemingly surprising that something was able to keep up with it. The dog doesn’t hear a voice persay, simply reviving a signal: How?

 If it’s somehow able to send a signal back, since it seemingly can’t speak, it does.

wanna race?

 Race is fun.

 okay! Race, put me down and we race!

 The ball puts the dog down, before moving so fast back and forth, it looks like there’s hundreds of it Race! Race Race Race Race! 

 Okaythreetwoonegoooooo! It barks, and It waits to make sure the ball goes at the same time as it.

 The ball speeds off into the dirt traveling as fast as… well lightning 

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 “Mine, I guess. It’s probably bigger.”

 "Well lets go then." He sprouts his wings, keeping them small in this limited space until he can fly the rest of the way.

 She guides him back to the fake door to the tower of Asmodeus, and they end up back in the lounge they were before.

”hey, random question, have you ever met Asmodeus? Sometimes criminals have to see him before they’re sent to the prison down there, or he visits the courthouse to talk with Abaddon.”

 "I haven't been here long enough to meet Asmodeus, although I've visited the hells over the times I've died. I never stayed very long though. I wouldn't be against meeting them though, are they a relative of yours?" He follows her guidance best he can, his mind still pretty foggy.

 “No, I was born a mortal like most devils and Archdevils and was promoted eventually… the only one of his Relatives that anyone actually knows about is Glasya, who’s a lord of the Nine. but I mean, I live in his tower so I’m sorta friends with him. You know, lord of the nine hells.”

 "Oh, that's fun. Knowing Asmodeus is very nice I suppose." He places her down when they get there "I wish we could have met on better terms then my forced service. Although now that I've lost my grandfather for the next 200 years, I could use some sort of vice."

 ”yeah, that really does suck… if I could do anything I would, but You made a Faustian bargain…” she says, conjuring some snacks.

 "If you could do anything about it, I might have not even taken the help, because I'm a prideful [gp]." He sits on the couch, checking some of the board games.

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 They turn around, grab their axe, and nod.

 He nods back, a smile on his face, before limping to the medical ward *There has to be a medical ward right?*.

 *yeah, probably*

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Suddenly, there is a rush of wind at the dome, and emerging behind a large rock is a small Husky, with striking blue eyes that almost seem to sparkle in the daylight, and an adorable face, as most dogs have. From behind the rock, there are a Set of footprints left by the husky, ashen and smoldering. It sniffs the ground, looking for something.

 

 The ball of lightning rushes by the dog, before turning around and being to circle it

 It barks at the ball in confusion, spinning around to keep it in its line of sight.

 The ball spins faster and faster 

 It leaps at it, trying to keep up with it, and chasing it.

 The ball goes even faster, the force slightly lifting the dog off the ground 

 When the ball gets close enough each time it passes next to them, the dog tries to bite it, seemingly having fun.

 The ball seems to enjoy it too. If a semi-sentient ball of energy is capable of feeling such emotions 

 It barks, and when the ball passes by it a next time, it pats it with its paw at lightning speed.

 The ball stops in its tracks, seemingly surprising that something was able to keep up with it. The dog doesn’t hear a voice persay, simply reviving a signal: How?

 If it’s somehow able to send a signal back, since it seemingly can’t speak, it does.

wanna race?

 Race is fun.

 okay! Race, put me down and we race!

 The ball puts the dog down, before moving so fast back and forth, it looks like there’s hundreds of it Race! Race Race Race Race! 

 Okaythreetwoonegoooooo! It barks, and It waits to make sure the ball goes at the same time as it.

 The ball speeds off into the dirt traveling as fast as… well lightning 

 The husky quickly darts off after them, its paw prints smoldering craters in the ground.  Somehow, this little husky manages to keep pace with the ball of lightning, if not start to surpass it.

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 They turn around, grab their axe, and nod.

 He nods back, a smile on his face, before limping to the medical ward *There has to be a medical ward right?*.

 *yeah, probably*

 *Well that's probably all my Donquixote for today, just being a kinda good bad guy.*

*Oh my goodness I feel like making The Chosen from Dark Souls.*

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 “Mine, I guess. It’s probably bigger.”

 "Well lets go then." He sprouts his wings, keeping them small in this limited space until he can fly the rest of the way.

 She guides him back to the fake door to the tower of Asmodeus, and they end up back in the lounge they were before.

”hey, random question, have you ever met Asmodeus? Sometimes criminals have to see him before they’re sent to the prison down there, or he visits the courthouse to talk with Abaddon.”

 "I haven't been here long enough to meet Asmodeus, although I've visited the hells over the times I've died. I never stayed very long though. I wouldn't be against meeting them though, are they a relative of yours?" He follows her guidance best he can, his mind still pretty foggy.

 “No, I was born a mortal like most devils and Archdevils and was promoted eventually… the only one of his Relatives that anyone actually knows about is Glasya, who’s a lord of the Nine. but I mean, I live in his tower so I’m sorta friends with him. You know, lord of the nine hells.”

 "Oh, that's fun. Knowing Asmodeus is very nice I suppose." He places her down when they get there "I wish we could have met on better terms then my forced service. Although now that I've lost my grandfather for the next 200 years, I could use some sort of vice."

 ”yeah, that really does suck… if I could do anything I would, but You made a Faustian bargain…” she says, conjuring some snacks.

 "If you could do anything about it, I might have not even taken the help, because I'm a prideful [gp]." He sits on the couch, checking some of the board games.

 “Ah, well it doesn’t matter anyways.” There are many fun board games, including Fantasy Monopoly, with Mammon’s,  yellowish green skinned Devil, face on it, fantasy Clue, revolving around the murder of a Yugoloth, and Fantasy Chess, because there are still medieval games here that aren’t just ripoffs of games existing in the real world because i don’t wanna research medieval board games.

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Suddenly, there is a rush of wind at the dome, and emerging behind a large rock is a small Husky, with striking blue eyes that almost seem to sparkle in the daylight, and an adorable face, as most dogs have. From behind the rock, there are a Set of footprints left by the husky, ashen and smoldering. It sniffs the ground, looking for something.

 

 The ball of lightning rushes by the dog, before turning around and being to circle it

 It barks at the ball in confusion, spinning around to keep it in its line of sight.

 The ball spins faster and faster 

 It leaps at it, trying to keep up with it, and chasing it.

 The ball goes even faster, the force slightly lifting the dog off the ground 

 When the ball gets close enough each time it passes next to them, the dog tries to bite it, seemingly having fun.

 The ball seems to enjoy it too. If a semi-sentient ball of energy is capable of feeling such emotions 

 It barks, and when the ball passes by it a next time, it pats it with its paw at lightning speed.

 The ball stops in its tracks, seemingly surprising that something was able to keep up with it. The dog doesn’t hear a voice persay, simply reviving a signal: How?

 If it’s somehow able to send a signal back, since it seemingly can’t speak, it does.

wanna race?

 Race is fun.

 okay! Race, put me down and we race!

 The ball puts the dog down, before moving so fast back and forth, it looks like there’s hundreds of it Race! Race Race Race Race! 

 Okaythreetwoonegoooooo! It barks, and It waits to make sure the ball goes at the same time as it.

 The ball speeds off into the dirt traveling as fast as… well lightning 

 The husky quickly darts off after them, its paw prints smoldering craters in the ground.  Somehow, this little husky manages to keep pace with the ball of lightning, if not start to surpass it.

 The ball moves even faster, slowly approaching light speed 

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 “Mine, I guess. It’s probably bigger.”

 "Well lets go then." He sprouts his wings, keeping them small in this limited space until he can fly the rest of the way.

 She guides him back to the fake door to the tower of Asmodeus, and they end up back in the lounge they were before.

”hey, random question, have you ever met Asmodeus? Sometimes criminals have to see him before they’re sent to the prison down there, or he visits the courthouse to talk with Abaddon.”

 "I haven't been here long enough to meet Asmodeus, although I've visited the hells over the times I've died. I never stayed very long though. I wouldn't be against meeting them though, are they a relative of yours?" He follows her guidance best he can, his mind still pretty foggy.

 “No, I was born a mortal like most devils and Archdevils and was promoted eventually… the only one of his Relatives that anyone actually knows about is Glasya, who’s a lord of the Nine. but I mean, I live in his tower so I’m sorta friends with him. You know, lord of the nine hells.”

 "Oh, that's fun. Knowing Asmodeus is very nice I suppose." He places her down when they get there "I wish we could have met on better terms then my forced service. Although now that I've lost my grandfather for the next 200 years, I could use some sort of vice."

 ”yeah, that really does suck… if I could do anything I would, but You made a Faustian bargain…” she says, conjuring some snacks.

 "If you could do anything about it, I might have not even taken the help, because I'm a prideful [gp]." He sits on the couch, checking some of the board games.

 “Ah, well it doesn’t matter anyways.” There are many fun board games, including Fantasy Monopoly, with Mammon’s,  yellowish green skinned Devil, face on it, fantasy Clue, revolving around the murder of a Yugoloth, and Fantasy Chess, because there are still medieval games here that aren’t just ripoffs of games existing in the real world because i don’t wanna research medieval board games.

 "Hmm. Do you want to play some Clue? Maybe some Chess? Actually are you hungry?" He stands up and looks around for a kitchen, being a secret masterchef.

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Suddenly, there is a rush of wind at the dome, and emerging behind a large rock is a small Husky, with striking blue eyes that almost seem to sparkle in the daylight, and an adorable face, as most dogs have. From behind the rock, there are a Set of footprints left by the husky, ashen and smoldering. It sniffs the ground, looking for something.

 

 The ball of lightning rushes by the dog, before turning around and being to circle it

 It barks at the ball in confusion, spinning around to keep it in its line of sight.

 The ball spins faster and faster 

 It leaps at it, trying to keep up with it, and chasing it.

 The ball goes even faster, the force slightly lifting the dog off the ground 

 When the ball gets close enough each time it passes next to them, the dog tries to bite it, seemingly having fun.

 The ball seems to enjoy it too. If a semi-sentient ball of energy is capable of feeling such emotions 

 It barks, and when the ball passes by it a next time, it pats it with its paw at lightning speed.

 The ball stops in its tracks, seemingly surprising that something was able to keep up with it. The dog doesn’t hear a voice persay, simply reviving a signal: How?

 If it’s somehow able to send a signal back, since it seemingly can’t speak, it does.

wanna race?

 Race is fun.

 okay! Race, put me down and we race!

 The ball puts the dog down, before moving so fast back and forth, it looks like there’s hundreds of it Race! Race Race Race Race! 

 Okaythreetwoonegoooooo! It barks, and It waits to make sure the ball goes at the same time as it.

 The ball speeds off into the dirt traveling as fast as… well lightning 

 The husky quickly darts off after them, its paw prints smoldering craters in the ground.  Somehow, this little husky manages to keep pace with the ball of lightning, if not start to surpass it.

 The ball moves even faster, slowly approaching light speed 

 For some, ungodly, terrifying, unknown reason, the little husky manages to keep pace, looking excited.

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 “Mine, I guess. It’s probably bigger.”

 "Well lets go then." He sprouts his wings, keeping them small in this limited space until he can fly the rest of the way.

 She guides him back to the fake door to the tower of Asmodeus, and they end up back in the lounge they were before.

”hey, random question, have you ever met Asmodeus? Sometimes criminals have to see him before they’re sent to the prison down there, or he visits the courthouse to talk with Abaddon.”

 "I haven't been here long enough to meet Asmodeus, although I've visited the hells over the times I've died. I never stayed very long though. I wouldn't be against meeting them though, are they a relative of yours?" He follows her guidance best he can, his mind still pretty foggy.

 “No, I was born a mortal like most devils and Archdevils and was promoted eventually… the only one of his Relatives that anyone actually knows about is Glasya, who’s a lord of the Nine. but I mean, I live in his tower so I’m sorta friends with him. You know, lord of the nine hells.”

 "Oh, that's fun. Knowing Asmodeus is very nice I suppose." He places her down when they get there "I wish we could have met on better terms then my forced service. Although now that I've lost my grandfather for the next 200 years, I could use some sort of vice."

 ”yeah, that really does suck… if I could do anything I would, but You made a Faustian bargain…” she says, conjuring some snacks.

 "If you could do anything about it, I might have not even taken the help, because I'm a prideful [gp]." He sits on the couch, checking some of the board games.

 “Ah, well it doesn’t matter anyways.” There are many fun board games, including Fantasy Monopoly, with Mammon’s,  yellowish green skinned Devil, face on it, fantasy Clue, revolving around the murder of a Yugoloth, and Fantasy Chess, because there are still medieval games here that aren’t just ripoffs of games existing in the real world because i don’t wanna research medieval board games.

 "Hmm. Do you want to play some Clue? Maybe some Chess? Actually are you hungry?" He stands up and looks around for a kitchen, being a secret masterchef.

 “Kinda, but I could get some servants to make us a feast. Archdevil and all, heh… unless you wanted to cook?”

*Oh my goodness this Husky is terrifying. The only person that could beat this thing is Goku, who has went home for a few months to fight gods and stuff and things.*