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[queen-of-prophecy]

An imp had somehow managed to infiltrate the Queen's sanctum, clad in a grizzled trenchcoat and stylish press fedora. They leapt onto the Goetia's desk whilst she was writing her latest chapter of fanfiction, stuffing a fuzzy microphone into her beak.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" they croaked, evidently exhausted by whatever traps the winding halls of the palace had. "Could I interview you on your relationship with Rakesh?"

". ....ugh."

This was a really good chapter! A hand picked the imp up by the scruff.

"The answers to your questions are, yes, we're engaged, yes we're sleeping together, no, I'm not having his baby, and yes, his dick is the best I've ever seen." Doesn't stop writing.

"Now shoo."

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The third eye was looking.

Poised in Mammon's sickroom, a mysterious guardian, Vine was acting on surveillance. Not knowing she was, for once, two steps behind the Baron as he uncovered the identity of the assassin and his employer. Following a little puch through time, having reviewed the present over and over for signs of a threat.

"The Duke...."

Dark shadows loom on the walls. Corruption pooled in her many hands.

"....fine. I'll play with you." She growled. "Though I can't promise I'll play fair.

[queen-of-prophecy]

Helluva Boss DND Game!!!

Hello everyone! I'm happy to say that I have officially gotten the fan made, unofficial DND book for Helluva Boss, Loo Loo Lunacy, and have written a game for it! Specifically one meant to span for more than one session!!!!

To anyone who plays DND or wants to, I just wanna say this book is amazing. They have fascinating character options, and I can so easily see how the different "classes" of DND would work into it. They even have a race not officially recognized in the show called "Sinsects" which if you want to think about it, might be like the Spider Guy in the Kink shop from Full Moon, or maybe more like Angel Dust from Hazbin Hotel. Basically bug demons!

Now to those of us who really loved watching Loo Loo Land, this is set in the theme park, where the party is meant to be having a day of zany fun! Now because it's me, I've taken a.....certain approach, shall we say >:D

I possibly have two other players already lined up for a game. I would love to DM for anyone who's interested, I think my idea is both a fun challenge and something that could be enjoyed over multiple games. If you're interested, please private message me on here, and we'll set things up on Discord on my gaming server later on.

[queen-of-prophecy]

"......"

Good point. Vine was getting so annoyed with him that Belphegor might wind up with two patients if Vine was allowed her piece.

Vine sighed. "I'll remain close for the time being. This eye might as well be put to good use as surveillance." She offered, taking a seat. "Should you need an extra pair of hands, you need only ask. I have sat in on enough procedures to know how an aide is supposed to work."

She closed her other two eyes, and sat down to meditate. The third eye, always open and unchanging, was reading the present, watching any potential threats.

Vine was on high alert.

Vine was relieved her explanation was to the Sin's satisfaction. "We should bring the other Sins in and see if they're a match. As quickly as possible." Vine said. "Immortal blood is the only blood that we can use to revive Mammon, and his fellow Sins are the ones most likely to be a match."

The more options the better. Goetia could be pulled in for donors as well if they needed more.

"I trust your expertise in blood transfusions if you'd rather not use leeches-" She suggested. "-given you're already far more skilled at medicinal arts. If you require any extra medical supplies, I can have my witches in Witchholm send them at once."

As for herself-

"I believe it might be in my best interest to inform Satan and tell him Mammon requires a transfusion." She sighed. "The old oaf is bound to get rowdy again given his ridiculous arrests, so hopefully a little blood loss might wear him out long enough to see sense."

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Vine is multilingual. However, it's mostly in the realms of what was the dominant spoken language of the time.

For example, she began with Akkadian, Sumerian, and Egyptian....then moved into Greek, Aramaic, and Latin. Then came English, French, Spanish, Mandarin. She also learned languages of cultures whom she pretended to be a goddess of.

Frankly she's glad most people in hell speak English. Language has always been her tool for enchanting others with her charm, but it's easier when you don't have to constantly translate.

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Vine was relieved her explanation was to the Sin's satisfaction. "We should bring the other Sins in and see if they're a match. As quickly as possible." Vine said. "Immortal blood is the only blood that we can use to revive Mammon, and his fellow Sins are the ones most likely to be a match."

The more options the better. Goetia could be pulled in for donors as well if they needed more.

"I trust your expertise in blood transfusions if you'd rather not use leeches-" She suggested. "-given you're already far more skilled at medicinal arts. If you require any extra medical supplies, I can have my witches in Witchholm send them at once."

As for herself-

"I believe it might be in my best interest to inform Satan and tell him Mammon requires a transfusion." She sighed. "The old oaf is bound to get rowdy again given his ridiculous arrests, so hopefully a little blood loss might wear him out long enough to see sense."

Vine took a deep breath. It would take some explaining.

"I do have some positive news. When I scanned the future to see Mammon's chances of survival, I saw multiple futures in which he survives. More than the ones where he dies." Something she refused to settle on. "Some of the futures hinge on my involvement, some on yours. But the issue lies in how they interconnect."

A frustrated look twisted her face.

"There.....are so many that I'm struggling to connect cause and effect to them all. I've narrowed down the possibilities to the strongest contenders. But given the nature of his attempted assassination, there are still many unknown factors I've had no time to meditate over."

If she was more patient, she could spend three days meditating on her Third Eye, looking for all that could lead her to a solution. But Mammon might not have three days. Or even one.

"Therefore, I have a proposal."

One of her hands reached into her pocket, while another went for an opposite pocket. The first hand pulled out a glass jar of some white powder, and the other an enclosed ceramic bottle.

"Much like yourself, I have also followed the advancements of medicine very closely over the years. Having the ability to see cures before they're invented is quite useful when recruiting witches, and I have many skilled apothecaries, physicians and potioneers in my employ." Vine spoke as if giving a serious lecture. "However, when I compared modern medical practices, I found too few of them were suitable to this cause. So I chose to instead look to older methods."

She opened the jar of powder, dipping a finger into it. "As Baron Patch has told you, I theorized that the most covert way to poison Mammon without his immediate notice was through powdered holy metal. Holy water would have been instant, and more fatal. But in that case, the entire Palace of Greed would be on lockdown, and the escape of the assassin less of a guarantee. Knowing Satan-" She frowned deeply, knowing the rampage he'd been on. "-he likely would have executed all those inside without even bothering to investigate further in order to secure the killer was punished."

Her fingers rubbed the powder. "And in telling him so, I remembered a common case of poisoning that happened in the Living World." The paleness that adorned her fingers was flattering, but what she described was not. "Lead poisoning."

She shook off the powder, and closed the jar. "White ceruse was a common and sought after make-up from Europe to Asia, a valuable tint that gave faces a pristine paleness most humans found alluring. But ceruse lead levels were so high, and so toxic, it would often eat away at its beholder, until they lost both life and beauty." She sighed. "If it was caught on early, it could be flushed out through a proper diet, sweating, and plentiful urination. But for a long time humans simply failed to see the warning signs and the risks."

Then the other bottle was more alarming. When she opened it, she showed it to Belphegor. Inside were several slimy, squirming-

"A common means of dealing with inflammation and swelling, as well as assisting in those dealing with high levels of toxins in their blood-" Vine said. "-is by bloodletting. Primarily....using leeches."

She closed the bottle.

"Mammon's bloodstream and digestive system are presently rife with holy material. It's clashing with his natural defenses, and it will eat away at his magic reserves until it finally kills him. We need to find blood donors to help replenish the blood he's lost....and will loose when we transfer the tainted blood out of him."

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".....!! Oh! I remember!"

"I do have a winner for best dessert. There's a pastry shop I keep running in Witchholm who always makes sure it's on the menu in case I crave it. Sour cherry and pistachio danishes."

"That perfect balance of tart, sour, nutty....blended with the flaky pastry and cream cheese.....Mwah! It is a terrible addiction. Sometimes I buy four dozen for my publishing nights. Pair it with Cremant de Bourgogone to drink and it's a perfect indulgence!"

[queen-of-prophecy]

Vine took a deep breath. It would take some explaining.

"I do have some positive news. When I scanned the future to see Mammon's chances of survival, I saw multiple futures in which he survives. More than the ones where he dies." Something she refused to settle on. "Some of the futures hinge on my involvement, some on yours. But the issue lies in how they interconnect."

A frustrated look twisted her face.

"There.....are so many that I'm struggling to connect cause and effect to them all. I've narrowed down the possibilities to the strongest contenders. But given the nature of his attempted assassination, there are still many unknown factors I've had no time to meditate over."

If she was more patient, she could spend three days meditating on her Third Eye, looking for all that could lead her to a solution. But Mammon might not have three days. Or even one.

"Therefore, I have a proposal."

One of her hands reached into her pocket, while another went for an opposite pocket. The first hand pulled out a glass jar of some white powder, and the other an enclosed ceramic bottle.

"Much like yourself, I have also followed the advancements of medicine very closely over the years. Having the ability to see cures before they're invented is quite useful when recruiting witches, and I have many skilled apothecaries, physicians and potioneers in my employ." Vine spoke as if giving a serious lecture. "However, when I compared modern medical practices, I found too few of them were suitable to this cause. So I chose to instead look to older methods."

She opened the jar of powder, dipping a finger into it. "As Baron Patch has told you, I theorized that the most covert way to poison Mammon without his immediate notice was through powdered holy metal. Holy water would have been instant, and more fatal. But in that case, the entire Palace of Greed would be on lockdown, and the escape of the assassin less of a guarantee. Knowing Satan-" She frowned deeply, knowing the rampage he'd been on. "-he likely would have executed all those inside without even bothering to investigate further in order to secure the killer was punished."

Her fingers rubbed the powder. "And in telling him so, I remembered a common case of poisoning that happened in the Living World." The paleness that adorned her fingers was flattering, but what she described was not. "Lead poisoning."

She shook off the powder, and closed the jar. "White ceruse was a common and sought after make-up from Europe to Asia, a valuable tint that gave faces a pristine paleness most humans found alluring. But ceruse lead levels were so high, and so toxic, it would often eat away at its beholder, until they lost both life and beauty." She sighed. "If it was caught on early, it could be flushed out through a proper diet, sweating, and plentiful urination. But for a long time humans simply failed to see the warning signs and the risks."

Then the other bottle was more alarming. When she opened it, she showed it to Belphegor. Inside were several slimy, squirming-

"A common means of dealing with inflammation and swelling, as well as assisting in those dealing with high levels of toxins in their blood-" Vine said. "-is by bloodletting. Primarily....using leeches."

She closed the bottle.

"Mammon's bloodstream and digestive system are presently rife with holy material. It's clashing with his natural defenses, and it will eat away at his magic reserves until it finally kills him. We need to find blood donors to help replenish the blood he's lost....and will loose when we transfer the tainted blood out of him."

@infernal-matriarch

"My Queen."

Vine rarely approached others with severity. Most of the time, getting her to be serious was an entire show in of itself. But her expression was grave, and her intent very clear.

"Apologies for dropping in on you. But I may have a means of curing Mammon."

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Send POKEBALL (+ CHARACTER NAME) for me to put a pokemon team together for my character.

Mun can also specify if they would be a gym leader, a regular trainer, a contest kind of person, and so on and so forth.

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"Ozzie. This isn't the same as eating pussy where you can taste what they had for lunch."

"There's literally no nuance. Pass."

❝ Oh, you did N O T just slander cotton candy like that Vine! ❞

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"Hm. I'd say as far as the sweets debate goes, I prefer sweet drinks over treats and dessert. My issue typically falls into the realm of desserts only focusing on being nothing but sweet."

"Desserts are only good to me if they balance multiple flavors and textures, not just relying on sugar. Cotton candy, I think, is the worst dessert of all given it's just spun sugar."

[queen-of-prophecy]

@infernal-matriarch

"My Queen."

Vine rarely approached others with severity. Most of the time, getting her to be serious was an entire show in of itself. But her expression was grave, and her intent very clear.

"Apologies for dropping in on you. But I may have a means of curing Mammon."

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How does Vine want to die?

She wishes she didn't have to.

From the onset of her creation, she was told she would be an immortal angel, free from pain or death. She didn't even understand what those were at that point.

Well pain came soon enough. And the more she saw death, the less she wanted to be part of that disturbingly commonplace number.

Yet the future cruelly insists it's what's to be. Vine is facing down the barrel of all creation, all existence, all good, all bad being wiped out in one fell swoop. Everything destroyed and sent back to the void without a single thing left to remember it.

Vine doesn't want to die.

She wants to kill whatever is coming to destroy them all.

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Vine only giggled as Nifty ran off at the mouth, looking around the room. The Emerald Tower was a far cry from the usual streets of Hell, and up top it was the vision of comfort and luxury. Vaulted ceilings, gold trim, and all of Vine's special trappings within. Even a seeing glass in the center of the room, reflecting everything above it.

"Charmed." Vine greeted. "I am Queen Vine, Ruler of Witchholm."

She almost never got to host cute guests!

Vine soon turned her head to a curtained off part of the wall. "Triss? Wake up! We have a guest!"

When the curtain parted, an imp as small as Nifty soon emerged, yawning from a brief nap. "Is the food here yet?" She didn't seem too fazed about a surprise guest either. "I'm starving!"

"Miss Nifty-" Vine gestured to the food. From behind her, a myriad of hands rose up, and were setting up the table at the couch for supper, with plates and cutlery and pouring drinks. "-since you've dropped in during our supper, would you care to join us for a spell? We haven't had the opportunity to entertain a guest in some time."

Vine notoriously loved her privacy. It meant no household servants, no staff. Just a cleaning crew once a week to take care of basic maintenance. Vine also notoriously loved take-out.

Gladys Gourmet was a favorite. The Sinner had established her cookery in tandem with her witchcraft, after Vine secured a deal that insured her the power to enchant anyone who ate her food. Vine had a tougher system not soon seduced by even the magically enhanced culinary arts. But that didn't mean she didn't enjoy special meals in lieu of just snacking around as usual.

The Voodoo Burgoo was a weekend special. Cooked with real apparitions, it had a taste that could give one goosebumps. Vine consumed it with relish, though the side-effect of cooking with unruly spirits was that unexpected surprises came along with it.

Vine opened the takeout box as soon as the portal closed behind her hand. With a third eye able to see when her order was ready to the minute, it was no issue for her to simply wave a hand, collect the order and carry on. It was an extra large order, twice her usual meal.

And when she opened the box to the soft wail of slow-cooked spirits, a very small surprise was inside the box.

"Indeed." She agreed, looking down at the guest with a sly smile. "A very strange part of it."

A little Sinner, passing through shadows and winding up at the highest point of Witchholm.

[queen-of-prophecy]

Vine notoriously loved her privacy. It meant no household servants, no staff. Just a cleaning crew once a week to take care of basic maintenance. Vine also notoriously loved take-out.

Gladys Gourmet was a favorite. The Sinner had established her cookery in tandem with her witchcraft, after Vine secured a deal that insured her the power to enchant anyone who ate her food. Vine had a tougher system not soon seduced by even the magically enhanced culinary arts. But that didn't mean she didn't enjoy special meals in lieu of just snacking around as usual.

The Voodoo Burgoo was a weekend special. Cooked with real apparitions, it had a taste that could give one goosebumps. Vine consumed it with relish, though the side-effect of cooking with unruly spirits was that unexpected surprises came along with it.

Vine opened the takeout box as soon as the portal closed behind her hand. With a third eye able to see when her order was ready to the minute, it was no issue for her to simply wave a hand, collect the order and carry on. It was an extra large order, twice her usual meal.

And when she opened the box to the soft wail of slow-cooked spirits, a very small surprise was inside the box.

"Indeed." She agreed, looking down at the guest with a sly smile. "A very strange part of it."

A little Sinner, passing through shadows and winding up at the highest point of Witchholm.

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Niffty had always been a curious person. Which did lead her into trouble at times. Not that said trouble had ever stopped her before, especially not now that her demon body made it oh so easy to be a bit nosey at times.

So when she saw somebody handle something she had never seen before the small demoness of course followed along. It didn't help that the other demon seemed to act sketchy but not in the usual way people acted sketchy down here.

Following along mostly keeping to the shadows where she could until Niffty somehow lost track of the other. Which was strange, getting away from the demoness was difficult to say the least so this was confusing. Now no longer focused on the person she had tracked the demoness looked around.

"Oh... This doesn't seem like Pride anymore" she wondered out loud not seeming scared or even nervous at this sudden change. "Or it's a very strange part of it"