"You might even attract the interests of Hell. Though it remains to be seen whether it will be positive or negative attention..." He strokes his goatee. "A lot of them would happily accept transformation, but some of them, particularly the older ones, would probably take offense to reducing the amount of power they get."
Dark Energy begins to drip from the ceiling. "Yes. And that disgusting little man has been snatching them up. Usually, humans act as a natural filter that sends monsters my way, but Cato... He's been protecting them. Symbiotic with serial killers, terrorists, and worse. I assure you, we are not talking about good people in bad circumstances. At first, we were delighted to see so much Dark Energy waiting to be collected... then it never came." A pair of red eyes open on the shadow, embers scorching the ground. "So I want to use your machine to spite him. Or, even better, fix him. He can get through to his parade of freaks. The only thing worse than starvation is someone else stealing my food."
'I'm no friend of the powers of Hell. If they don't like me, that's a sign I'm doing a good job'
'So, what do you want me to do? Kill him?'
"That's a fair stance, honestly. Well, if you need anything, I'll be around." He puts down another hundred and walks off.
The demon chuckles. "No, of course not. That will come in time. I'd hate to sully your hands. Just make the machine work, and use it to... redeem Cato. Yes, that's the term. I can't help you much, unfortunately. All your Bibles and crosses would burst into flames if I walked through. The one you wielded against me was protected by your faith, but a symbol with no one to believe in it is nothing but a target. Hmmm... Cato's a bit of a symbol himself..."
'I suppose you're right, he is. And sure, I suppose I can help with that.'
"That's a fair stance, honestly. Well, if you need anything, I'll be around." He puts down another hundred and walks off.
The demon chuckles. "No, of course not. That will come in time. I'd hate to sully your hands. Just make the machine work, and use it to... redeem Cato. Yes, that's the term. I can't help you much, unfortunately. All your Bibles and crosses would burst into flames if I walked through. The one you wielded against me was protected by your faith, but a symbol with no one to believe in it is nothing but a target. Hmmm... Cato's a bit of a symbol himself..."
'I suppose you're right, he is. And sure, I suppose I can help with that.'
"Wonderful, wonderful! I'm so happy that we get along. I hope we can be good friends one day. You seem like a swell guy."
"That's a fair stance, honestly. Well, if you need anything, I'll be around." He puts down another hundred and walks off.
The demon chuckles. "No, of course not. That will come in time. I'd hate to sully your hands. Just make the machine work, and use it to... redeem Cato. Yes, that's the term. I can't help you much, unfortunately. All your Bibles and crosses would burst into flames if I walked through. The one you wielded against me was protected by your faith, but a symbol with no one to believe in it is nothing but a target. Hmmm... Cato's a bit of a symbol himself..."
'I suppose you're right, he is. And sure, I suppose I can help with that.'
"Wonderful, wonderful! I'm so happy that we get along. I hope we can be good friends one day. You seem like a swell guy."
'I wouldn't go that far, but whatever. I can try get Cato in my machine'
In a busy part of Complex Yellow, there is an empty alley. Empty except for an old broken machine- humanoid, lacking half its chest, and rusting. It's been there as long as anyone can remember, as nobody ever removed it. Today, it disappeared, leaving only rust residue around it's footprints. Somehow it got up and walked away.
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Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed theArcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
A pair of young men with torches are poking around the Red Wednesday Bridge
The Slink is behind the cat cafe, looking for other Nightmares
Their torches illuminate burning words scrawled over and over again across the bridge at different rotations, each written in different handwriting: SO BELOW
The guys reach for their phones to take a photo. 'This is freaky (GP). You think... it might be real? Probably just pranksters, but you never know...'
The phones screens go white a split second after seeing the text, then go black with a little pop of electricity. Dead. Then, the phones speak in a deep, crackling voice.
"Here I draw my lines, that they may hold fast against the intrepid. And so here I leave my love, my hope of a broken cycle."
The guys reach for their phones to take a photo. 'This is freaky (GP). You think... it might be real? Probably just pranksters, but you never know...'
The phones screens go white a split second after seeing the text, then go black with a little pop of electricity. Dead. Then, the phones speak in a deep, crackling voice.
"Here I draw my lines, that they may hold fast against the intrepid. And so here I leave my love, my hope of a broken cycle."
'Who's this? You some kinda hacker?' to his buddy 'Caleb, are you recording this?'
The phones screens go white a split second after seeing the text, then go black with a little pop of electricity. Dead. Then, the phones speak in a deep, crackling voice.
"Here I draw my lines, that they may hold fast against the intrepid. And so here I leave my love, my hope of a broken cycle."
'Who's this? You some kinda hacker?' to his buddy 'Caleb, are you recording this?'
The voice grows deeper and more distorted as the phones heat up. "And here I draw my sword, that it may punish the insolent and weak. And so here I demonstrate my virtue."
The torches gutter, their raging flames fading to embers, leaving the two in the twilight of the setting sun.
The phones screens go white a split second after seeing the text, then go black with a little pop of electricity. Dead. Then, the phones speak in a deep, crackling voice.
"Here I draw my lines, that they may hold fast against the intrepid. And so here I leave my love, my hope of a broken cycle."
'Who's this? You some kinda hacker?' to his buddy 'Caleb, are you recording this?'
The voice grows deeper and more distorted as the phones heat up. "And here I draw my sword, that it may punish the insolent and weak. And so here I demonstrate my virtue."
The torches gutter, their raging flames fading to embers, leaving the two in the twilight of the setting sun.
'Huh? Maybe we should turn back. That leaflet the mayor gave us was right, this place is haunted'
The voice grows deeper and more distorted as the phones heat up. "And here I draw my sword, that it may punish the insolent and weak. And so here I demonstrate my virtue."
The torches gutter, their raging flames fading to embers, leaving the two in the twilight of the setting sun.
'Huh? Maybe we should turn back. That leaflet the mayor gave us was right, this place is haunted'
They hear the voice, now perfectly clear, only a few feet behind them. "Oh, no. This entire town is haunted." A man in a red costume, straight out of a Venetian carnival, is standing in the shade of a tree. "A word of advice: monsters come out when the sun turns in for the night." He points to the sunlight streaming in, separating the demon from the humans. Extremely long shadows stretch out across the river.
The voice grows deeper and more distorted as the phones heat up. "And here I draw my sword, that it may punish the insolent and weak. And so here I demonstrate my virtue."
The torches gutter, their raging flames fading to embers, leaving the two in the twilight of the setting sun.
'Huh? Maybe we should turn back. That leaflet the mayor gave us was right, this place is haunted'
They hear a voice behind them. "Oh, no. This entire town is haunted." A man in a red costume, straight out of a Venetian carnival, is standing in the shade of a tree. "A word of advice: monsters come out when the sun turns in for the night." He points to the sunlight streaming in, separating the demon from the humans. Extremely long shadows stretch out across the river.
'Woah...' They run away, screaming for their lives
'I suppose you're right, he is. And sure, I suppose I can help with that.'
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"Wonderful, wonderful! I'm so happy that we get along. I hope we can be good friends one day. You seem like a swell guy."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'I wouldn't go that far, but whatever. I can try get Cato in my machine'
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The shadow gasps in mock offense. "And after all I've done for you...!" A deep laugh fills the air as the darkness fades away.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
'What have you...' The Slink stares into where the darkness was, before going to look for other Nightmares
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A pair of young men with torches are poking around the Red Wednesday Bridge
The Slink is behind the cat cafe, looking for other Nightmares
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Their torches illuminate burning words scrawled over and over again across the bridge at different rotations, each written in different handwriting: SO BELOW
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The guys reach for their phones to take a photo. 'This is freaky (GP). You think... it might be real? Probably just pranksters, but you never know...'
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The phones screens go white a split second after seeing the text, then go black with a little pop of electricity. Dead. Then, the phones speak in a deep, crackling voice.
"Here I draw my lines, that they may hold fast against the intrepid. And so here I leave my love, my hope of a broken cycle."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Who's this? You some kinda hacker?' to his buddy 'Caleb, are you recording this?'
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The voice grows deeper and more distorted as the phones heat up. "And here I draw my sword, that it may punish the insolent and weak. And so here I demonstrate my virtue."
The torches gutter, their raging flames fading to embers, leaving the two in the twilight of the setting sun.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Huh? Maybe we should turn back. That leaflet the mayor gave us was right, this place is haunted'
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They hear the voice, now perfectly clear, only a few feet behind them. "Oh, no. This entire town is haunted." A man in a red costume, straight out of a Venetian carnival, is standing in the shade of a tree. "A word of advice: monsters come out when the sun turns in for the night." He points to the sunlight streaming in, separating the demon from the humans. Extremely long shadows stretch out across the river.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Woah...' They run away, screaming for their lives
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The Slink is by the cat cafe
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Porter looks out the window, then waves the Slink in.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Ah, hey there. Does this place still serve Nightmares?'
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"Yeah. Anyone who comes in can order. But we're not super active at night anymore. Everyone's too busy jostling for power."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Got a bit of a business deal for ya'. He opens up a thermos flask and pours some black liquid out of it. 'Bottled misery. Nightmare food'
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