#{ v : demons own thy sin }

[viciouscomplex]

starter for @voidtouched-blue

　　　The wind gives Vicious a violent chill, boots crunching in cold snow. The intel that woman gave him seemed to lead him to yet another impasse and a freezing one at that. I'll kill her, I'll totally kill her. He thinks as he shivers and pulls his open coat more over his exposed midriff. Vicious thinks about robbing the next poor sucker who comes along his path with a warm looking coat. She could have at least warned him of the climate.

More dreadful minutes of walking till Vicious finally saw peaks of buildings amongst the white cold. Finally. Vicious was going to get some shelter and booze whether the inhabitants wanted to supply him or not. Something didn't feel quite right when Vicious stepped onto cleaner paths. At first the town seemed eerily quiet before he walked a block more in.

❝ ．．o n ．．．s ．．．！！❞ He begins to hear voices.

As he makes his way deeper to the square where the blasted vision central of the town sat he could hear the voices more clearly. There was multiple, he came to realize, yelling in almost a chant.

❝ m ．．s t ．．e r ！！y ．．． ＇r e a ．． b ．．a s t ！❞ ❝ n o．．！ ．．l e a．．e ！！ ❞

Vicious stops as he hits the edge of the block. Peering into the town square where sat it's central hub. Vision Central, where those who are condemned face so-called 'judgement'. The humans hadn't even noticed the Great Transgressor's presence as they pass on their verdict. The orb in the hub shimmers with its vision of someone Vicious doesn't know. ❝ please.. ❞ A voice sobs and catches the transgressors attention.

The one facing judgement begs, left on their knees in the snow. Hugging tatters to their body, sobbing as things spiral further and further from their control. They do not look human and Vicious feels his jaw tense, like something about this situation suddenly rubs him all the wrong ways not as if these foolish peoples retribution ever sat well with him. It was far too late for Vicious to do anything regardless if the thoughts had occurred to him.

Discarded in the snow a few centimeters from the woman rested their vision orb. Fallen from their person as it lay tauntingly before them, shimmering slowly until the small orb in the middle began to form cracks on it's own.

"̵ ̶m̴o̴n̶s̸t̴e̶r̷ ̵!̸ ̵"̸̴ "̷ ̴y̶o̴u̷ ̶s̴h��o̶u̶l̵d̵n̴'̶t̷ ̷h̵a̵v̵e̶ ̴b̴e̸e̸n̴ ̴b̴o̸r̵n̷ ̷!̸ ̸"̶̶ "̵ ̴t̴h̸e̸y̸'̸r̶e̸ ̵a̷ ̸b̸e̶a̴s̴t̸ ̷!̷!̸ ̶"̶̴ "̸ ̸!̵ ̸g̷o̷ ̷a̷w̶a̵y̵,̷ ̵m̴o̸n̸s̵t̸e̶r̶ ̶!̴!̶ ̶y̶o̵u̸ ̵d̸o̶n̵'̷t̵ ̷b̴e̸l̷o̴n̵g̸ ̶!̶ ̶"̸

Her hands move to their head as an overwhelming wave of voices echo within their head. fluffy ears laying flat back against dark hair. It feels agonizing hearing them all at once. They deem a monster unworthy of life, viewed as a murderer before they knew anything. Unwanted for merely looking different, unable to fit in let alone get the help, the only thing she had wanted. Instead, they're all as cold as the snow under her knees, if not colder. Nobody was on her side and —

— and the vision orb finally shatters.

❝ The enforcers will kill you, you fiend — ! ❞ — ｂａｎｇ!

Attention quickly turned to the loud sound. The man who'd been talking dropped to his knees before falling face forward into the snow, unmoving. There was an absolute dead silence as the residence took in what had just happened. ❝ it's - ❞ A woman gasped, before she'd been cut off by another's scream. ❝ It's the Great Transgressor!! ❞

Vicious scowled. His anger had suddenly gotten the better of him as his arm falls back to his side, but the weapons - twin guns, his blood sin - in his hands were not recalled. His frown quickly turned upside down as he laughed, feeling his blood pumping now as things were actually getting exhilarating. Enforcers materialized from within the peoples will and previous pleas for judgement but once eyes had laid on him and the man who laid dead at their feet; absolute chaos broke out. People ran in fear of their lives once they had realized just who was in their town.

Vicious was about to get warmed up one way or another. Tongue swiping across his lips as he looked at the new challenge ahead of him, the cloaked beings were hardly threatening for a monster like him.

❝ hah. bring it! i'll kill the lotta ya. ❞

[pamphletstoinspire]

Commentary on the Holy Gospel of Jesus Christ according to St. Mark – Chapter 7

St. Mark, the disciple and interpreter of St. Peter (as noted by St. Jerome.) according to what he heard from St. Peter himself, wrote at Rome a brief Gospel at the request of the Brethren (fellow Christians), about ten years after our Lord's Ascension; which when St. Peter had heard, he approved of it, and with his authority he published it to the Church to be read. Baronius and others maintain, that the original was written in Latin: but the more general opinion is that the Evangelist wrote it in Greek.

First, when the Pharisees object that the Apostles eat with unwashed hands, Christ turns the objection against their own sins. Second (v. 25), He delivers the daughter of the Syro-Phoenician woman from a demon. Third (v. 32), He restores hearing and speech to a deaf mute.

And there assembled together unto him the Pharisees and some of the scribes, coming from Jerusalem. 2 And when they had seen some of his disciples eat bread with common, that is, with unwashed hands, they found fault. 3 For the Pharisees, and all the Jews eat not without often washing their hands, holding the tradition of the ancients: 4 And when they come from the market, unless they be washed, they eat not: and many other things there are that have been delivered to them to observe, the washings of cups and of pots, and of brazen vessels, and of beds. 5 And the Pharisees and scribes asked him: Why do not thy disciples walk according to the tradition of the ancients, but they eat bread with common hands? 6 But he answering, said to them: Well did Isaias prophecy of you hypocrites, as it is written: This people honoreth me with their lips, but their heart is far from me. 7 And in vain do they worship me, teaching doctrines and precepts of men. 8 For leaving the commandment of God, you hold the tradition of men, the washing of pots and of cups: and many other things you do like to these. 9 And he said to them: Well do you make void the commandment of God, that you may keep your own tradition. 10 For Moses said: Honor thy father and thy mother; and He that shall curse father or mother, dying let him die. 11 But you say: If a man shall say to his father or mother, Corban, (which is a gift,) whatsoever is from me, shall profit thee. 12 And further you suffer him not to do any thing for his father or mother, 13 Making void the word of God by your own tradition, which you have given forth. And many other such like things you do. 14 And calling again the multitude unto him, he said to them: Hear ye me all, and understand. 15 There is nothing from without a man that entering into him, can defile him. But the things which come from a man, those are they that defile a man. 16 If any man have ears to hear, let him hear. 17 And when he was come into the house from the multitude, his disciples asked him the parable. 18 And he saith to them: So are you also without knowledge? Understand you not that every thing from without, entering into a man cannot defile him: 19 Because it entereth not into his heart, but goeth into the belly, and goeth out into the privy, purging all meats? 20 But he said that the things which come out from a man, they defile a man. 21 For from within out of the heart of men proceed evil thoughts, adulteries, fornications, murders, 22 Thefts, covetousness, wickedness, deceit, lasciviousness, an evil eye, blasphemy, pride, foolishness. 23 All these evil things come from within, and defile a man.

24 And rising from thence he went into the coasts of Tyre and Sidon: and entering into a house, he would that no man should know it, and he could not be hid. 25 For a woman as soon as she heard of him, whose daughter had an unclean spirit, came in and fell down at his feet. 26 For the woman was a Gentile, a Syro-Phoenician born. And she besought him that he would cast forth the devil out of her daughter. 27 Who said to her: Suffer first the children to be filled: for it is not good to take the bread of the children, and cast it to the dogs. 28 But she answered and said to him: Yea, Lord; for the whelps also eat under the table of the crumbs of the children. 29 And he said to her: For this saying go thy way, the devil is gone out of thy daughter. 30 And when she was come into her house, she found the girl lying upon the bed, and that the devil was gone out. 31 And again going out of the coasts of Tyre, he came by Sidon to the sea of Galilee, through the midst of the coasts of Decapolis. 32 And they bring to him one deaf and dumb; and they besought him that he would lay his hand upon him. 33 And taking him from the multitude apart, he put his fingers into his ears, and spitting, he touched his tongue: 34 And looking up to heaven, he groaned, and said to him: Ephpheta, which is, Be thou opened. 35 And immediately his ears were opened, and the string of his tongue was loosed, and he spoke right. 36 And he charged them that they should tell no man. But the more he charged them, so much the more a great deal did they publish it. 37 And so much the more did they wonder, saying: He hath done all things well; he hath made both the deaf to hear, and the dumb to speak.

Commentary: Saint Mark - Chapter 7

Verse 2. To eat with common, that is, with unwashed hands. Hands unwashed, that is, unclean were called common, because unclean, profane, and polluted things were common to both Jews and gentiles, to clean and unclean persons alike.

Note, the Apostles were not so boorish as not to wash their hands before dining or supping, which even farmers and artisans do before meals; but they abstained from the ceremonial, or rather the superstitious washing of the Pharisees, which they scrupulously observed from the ritual tradition of their ancestors. Their ritual here, says Theophylact, was to wash their hands up the elbow.

Verse 3. Often washing. Syriac, betilaith, i.e., diligently or carefully; Greek, πυγµῇ, i.e., zealously; Hebrew, ףכ לא ףכ caph el caph, i.e., “hand to hand”, namely, by constant rubbing, as they do who wish to cleanse defiled hands. For the Pharisees, when they touched or scrupulously feared that they had touched even the smallest impure thing, immediately would wash their hands, and they did so as often and as many times as this fear or scruple occurred to them.

Verse 4. From the market. That is, upon returning home they wash their hands, because in the market are all kinds, both of persons and things, clean and unclean, by coming in contact with which they feared they had incurred pollution, and so they thought they could not cleanse themselves from such contamination except by washing, not their hands only, but their whole body. Whence it follows:

Unless they be washed, i.e., unless they immerse and wash their whole body, as the Jews do frequently, even at the present time. For baptizari [“to be baptized”] is more than to wash the hands. Because, therefore, by conversing with and touching gentiles in the market they were compelled to handle some things that were unclean, they washed themselves all over when they came home, says Vatablus.

Of cups. In Greek ποτηρίων, i.e., “of goblets.”

Of pots. In Greek ξεστῶν, i.e., “of small liquid measures”; for ξέστης means a sextarius [about a pint] or a cyathus [ladle]; in Syriac “ænophororum,” i.e., vessels in which wine is served or stored. Vatablus understands wooden vessels called ξεστὰ, which were turned and polished, or ornamented with carving; for ξέω means to rub, polish, smooth or sculpt; hence ξεστός, i.e., polished, smoothed, carved out. A pot[urceus] strictly speaking is a vessel with which water is poured into an urn or some other container, says Paulus Jureconsultus; the term then came to be applied to vessels of any other sort.

Of brazen vessels. Containers made of brass, in which food was either cooked or else brought to the table. And of beds. On which they reclined at table. Vatablus translates the word “bedsteads.” The rest I have explained in Matthew 15 ff.

Verse 15. Defile. In the Vulgate, communicant, “to make a man common.” Other codices read “pollute.” The same term is used in verses 18 and 20.

Verse 19. Because it entereth not into his heart, i.e., into his soul, and, therefore, cannot defile it. But goeth into his belly (stomach), where the purer portion of the food, being separated, proceeds to the liver and heart; but the remaining sediment, which is impure, goeth out into the privy, by its going forth purging, i.e., leaving pure all meats. For this is the dregs and filth of the food; therefore, the fact that it goes out, purifies and purges the rest of the food.

Verse 26. A gentile. Greek Ἑλληνίς, i.e., “a Grecian woman,” as the Arabic translates it. For where the Greeks ruled, all gentiles were called Greeks. Hence the expression in the first chapter of the Epistle to the Romans, To the Jew first, and to the Greek, i.e., the gentile.

A Syro-Phoenician. In Greek “a Syrian Phoenician woman”; in Syriac, “from Punicia Syria,” i.e., belonging to that part of Phœnicia which looks towards Syria. Matthew calls her a Canaanite woman.

Verse 32. And dumb. In Greek µογιλάλον, i.e., speaking with difficulty, having a speech impediment, stammering. For when he was healed by Christ he spoke right, i.e., “freely,” as it says in verse 35. Therefore, he was not entirely dumb, as they are who are born deaf; in Greek these are called ἄλαλοι. Thus Christ worked two miracles here, loosing the man’s tongue and endowing him with knowledge of words. Nevertheless, the contrary is also possible.

Verse 33. And spitting, he touched his tongue. Christ did this appropriately, as though by His healing saliva He would moisten and loosen the dumb mouth, which was bound through dryness; for saliva is in the tongue and assimilates itself to it, says Galen (aphor. 39).

Now He spat not upon the mouth of the mute, but upon His own finger, and by means of His finger applied the saliva to the mouth of the mute, as may be gathered from the Greek. Propriety and decorum demanded this. Moreover, when Christ opened the ears and unloosed the tongue of the body, He opened also the ears and tongue of the soul, that they might listen to His inspiration, and believe that He was the Messias, and that

they might ask and obtain of Him pardon of their sins. For those whom Christ healed in body, He also healed in their souls.

Tropologically, everyone ought to seek the same thing, and say with the Psalmist, O Lord, Thou wilt open my lips, and my mouth shall declare Thy praise (Ps. 50:17). We ought to do the same as regards our ears, that we may be able to sing aloud with Isaias (50:4-5), The Lord God hath given me a learned tongue, that I should know how to uphold by word him that is weary: he wakeneth in the morning, in the morning he wakeneth my ear, that I may hear Him as a Master. The Lord God hath opened my ear. Now this is done when He Himself with His own finger, that is, the Holy Ghost (for He is the Finger of God, Exod.8:19), and the spittle of heavenly wisdom, which is He Himself proceeding forth from the mouth of the most high, touches the tongue of the soul.

Verse 34. And looking up to heaven (because from thence come words to the dumb, hearing to the deaf, healing for all infirmities, says Bede), he groaned. Both because He sympathized with the misery of the deaf and dumb man, and also because in groaning He prayed and obtained healing for him from God. “For the devil,” says Victor, “the enemy of every good and honest deed, weighed out [repaid it with] so much calamity and misery, and the heedlessness and fall of our first parents made Him dejected.”

Ephpheta, which is (which means), Be thou opened. That is, may your ears and mouth be opened. “Where,” says Bede, “the two natures of the one and the same mediator between God and mankind are plainly set forth. For, looking up to heaven as man, He groaned, being about to pray to God; presently by a single word, as having the power of divine majesty, He healed.” For we all have eyes, but the blind have theirs shut and closed, which in the Syriac idiom are elegantly said to be opened when their shutters are unclosed, as Angelus Caninius says (in Nomin. Hebr. cap. 10). Moreover, the Hebrew, חתפ, patach means “to open.” Hence in the imperative passive, or Niphal, the form is חתפה, hippateach, by crasis, hippatach, for which the Syrians use Ephpheta, which means “be opened.”

Verse 36. He charged them that they should tell no man. This was not strictly speaking a command, involving a fault if disobeyed, but merely a token of urbanity and modesty, that, indeed, He might indicate that He would not make a parade of His miracles, or by their means obtain the vain glory of men. Hence they did not commit sin who nevertheless divulged them. Hence it follows, the more he charged them, so much the more a great deal did they publish it. “We are taught by this passage,” says Theophylact, “that when we confer benefits we should not seek for applause therefrom; but when we have received benefits we should praise our benefactors, even though they are unwilling to be praised.” As this is characteristic of a generous man, so too it is of a grateful one, says Franz Lucas. And S. Augustine says (de Consens. Evang.), “By His prohibition the Lord wished to teach us how very fervently they ought to preach to whom He has given a command to preach, when they who were commanded to be silent could not hold their peace.”

Verse 37. He hath done all things well. Greek καλῶς, i.e., beautifully, becomingly, harmoniously, fittingly, blamelessly. Christ did nothing which the Pharisees or such like fault-finders could justly blame. Again, the Hebrew for well is ביטה heteb, i.e., beneficently, because He restored hearing to the deaf, speech to the dumb. Indeed, Christ’s whole life was one continuous beneficence. (Acts 10:38).

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[libidomechanica]

Was I

A limerick sequence

               I

Lambro’s care done. Them aside; her view want wide eyes, renderness. Thou shall sleep    I never lost columns    drowsie day by light is they feet, and time, her mind I read. Was I.

               II

She princess! True heart has take heede them pleasures for her, I am strive; you’ve    hearts as a double lies    and was Johnny’s love, for vice of these thee, when for sorrow clay!

               III

Rhyme at lays of Fame, and character, hook-ups and sex. Nor doe betters were    is not know its goblins’    hairs, worthy mind dear again. Her smile, and the true sentiments.

               IV

With swimming Polly Stewart, when the blades. Now her forced then—speak. And    undefinable talked, each base    desire dost the cannot that surfaces that which thicken.

               V

May there along demon eye untrue. Of speak in. Married: but no bee shadow    loud line were: then roving:    mercy vould it sounded she far-fleeth afresh—Desire!

               VI

Among them back again? Heart do only sin. On the fangs shades of praise,    however beings not your    mind. I’m sensible and tears bereav’d of brutal songs them pause.

               VII

Their sins frore, such admir’d. Now where great with Loves have strict ordeal was anythings.    And Johnny’s heel, and    he same, cool wave imprint wide ebbs in her wine, all this temper?

               VIII

So let us moan, and trace; her uppers that same reduced the story I    by thy own relieve this    is no great cruel, love, little bosom stand. For was born for it.

               IX

Thy for I wish’d, so fail to the trouble your hand round now she’s bones. Yesterday    he is that sing bees.    Of there busy brain with though those of face, and languid lilies.

               X

To his become round. That she shalt remain of sin; if I, indeed, lo! I    scarce saw two marble’s flit,    there are thought! Before the could slack renown, but her, how the rents.

               XI

Low vibrating more. Hath new poem ever-dying said he it’s youth of    passings passing when are    done. Are nobody, and nighting as long as their pole! The laws.

               XII

With command; heav’n is alive a new Venus, as a snow she men and each,    spiking, especially    wrapt upon dead, and soft voice, of that. Her be thou mayst below.

               XIII

Perhaps she fell into the eyes fled! A kingdoms of my youthful Hippocrene,    but fears follow above    me travel’d undiscernment to bed of herself alone?

               XIV

In trace to a woman looks one stooped; and this watery of verse’s best:    t was as pearl. While light    tormed’st the Heaven, he, with pity age stared it with a boughs!

               XV

The lassie be; weel my ain lassie, kind by some proved the vale. What the strong    we have I presence comfort    spatter. Led the man, till I shall my pen, and ennui.

               XVI

Yet, lover’d without I speak me tell me and sweet was warm Southern back afraid    of another, O    troth. On hew him stone I so be unmilked all heroine.

               XVII

The hollow set fruit, as ye: and tempestuous lie with them death; a smile    looming, Die, oh! Besides    amber on the tenor’s drooping—oh cruel mocks, we two starved for?

               XVIII

Past, and cannot advantage mayst invited guess. And some get our laws with    Death, so soon’s crooning visage.    The fiction; he gave no peace a peaks so hardly can be.

               XIX

Says the fears. A little. Of proud water, I saw that Love him, the had see    the lighted, Alas, fondly    be. In transferr’d of his danger, ever shut eyes, or nigh.

               XX

The too, was charms SHE along. Juan was vanquished beyond a smiled in paradise,    miserable, notes were    now should minute with the caught brief, the lists, although verdict form.

               XXI

Ah for ones, which made love nor ever boy, with Subject only from the public    meane no more see, to    come to me. But for further open first by us, the view?

               XXII

She drap o’ the flowers, worth do stood the move, and therefore or a qualified    it. My father she    scarce find they length, by they were to which were inheritance, mud.

               XXIII

There him whose sufficient work with Age— how some like each, but we cannot rose    or a young in disgrace.    I know him—I will comes to rendering no lights; you pleasant.

               XXIV

They could she hill-side; there; and wake, were veneration drop the words sang of    Ida sound an earth my    spoke not to see. Blood by Reproofs, save. Not my headache ashes.

               XXV

Two pleasure: it is, and there’s joy. But when my tears, I folly ripe, ripe    in me; and each others,    by Natures, the closed to conquering whence all might tempests world.

               XXVI

Were the moonlight worth that influence with devotionless store five physicians    know, and love save beauties    brawl which destroy. Ow said, Within and which women, and stair.

               XXVII

Given to they looks on a betters in summoned die. And they do right, both    Susan’s in self, never    lose rose-mark their tended in a belle Dame stage, old Susan Gale?

               XXVIII

Thus, my Katie? Thou set him whom young plain ordeal was Ida with what touch,    nor him for cheek: nor was    all the Helles, for thy brethren he dreams around the lovers.

               XXIX

So man, and a singest the wind. Juan reply: yon clime intoxicating    too farewell; perhaps, and    bounted in the stagger an’ mother certain, upon a shield.

               XXX

This fairly know; for seeking, “Die, oh! All your idiot gainsay long. Last    I should have bid my minds    one of the river, the Master’d in palace it lay it green.

               XXXI

Her fate, the hill a difficult. Poor they feelings, flew with gentleman solemn,    proudly miscarries    clomb of sighing, dwells asunder first words, and you will forgive?

               XXXII

Blue brand, and shore, I was! When thousand which humouring in clamour. You! Almost    true! Whether, if bright    with you mine eyes may reason what her forest acquainterpret!

               XXXIII

Idiot boy! Soul is, and yet and pulling tears the mens fast, a hermitten,    in the lake I stood    on the love the end or nest of Poesy, accordinary.

               XXXIV

But beat thee then the sway, descending from such I love, belong, and was stung,    the hath retreater at    least, unto my bosom standing, yet, do hang upon herself!

               XXXV

Cast as so much, ’ I saw in April, I leans, Russian wrecked thee mad earth, tasting.    Anxious Angles year,    went survive to see her lull its gold to keep her soul abroad.

               XXXVI

To prayer. ’ Unseen upon the sport which much I have imply love she silent    me but feel because    me, lay quite scene it bittering with theirs—their luck out a rope.

               XXXVII

Ask me not at their stare lay somewhat your pony’s in Christened to old way    groan; when her love, no destroy.    No watches: and ne’er rents, survivor bulging by wander!

               XXXVIII

From the furies cleere. We pacem oh my Emanation, and not all thee    is worth’s unknown, comes back    afraid of conuersation was a few favouring, in souls!

               XXXIX

I have reconciled; for the eyes the care, life. With her hand: thus down, proud of    all, compass, that whether    lay quite, and error into Eternity as I divine!

               XL

Which alone; she halls to fill that our joys: a purple islander clouds o’er    handmaids, before love in    weary of her idiot boy? The pony noise, but, Betty!

               XLI

In play. With me say, you for some home, quite hawthorn. Make there’s tale pursuing    dew. So nimble    houseless likeness, that can I dream countenants had but being!

               XLII

Thy showers, dear doting girl to our own blood by thinking too much pretence    and toss’d sae pawkie is with    what time Apollo plucked in the Turkish moist any. Their charms.

               XLIII

Will seas would beauty,—that are that has made love, when exquisitely die as    we weathed forbear note,    in theirs—the replied, Soft mood. Aye vow and so upon the pearl.

               XLIV

Come to ye, whose beast day—that come to like the call, maz’d, celebrated the    grave heat snatched it maks us    loaded Eagles yellow; let it, every in a carved life.

               XLV

And a dark how, which less eyes, their it, and must; so fairer the sat all the    strange us, and I wants    in flowers, and wreath thee and his race. The oak and touching it?

               XLVI

To be a history makes of itself so wary, unheeded to sleep, and    bloom misted Pine, that neither    mouse, an’ I’ll takes not tell me wives, forgive our bed. With grow.

               XLVII

A posy of new era form’d for whole things; she spoken pleasure broken    flame, but that I cant would    alone full cabin, forgive? But we met with devout to see.

               XLVIII

Rode o’er who kept, as dark moved but debate, again by the child! Pages. He    gazed, and the heaven to    mine each other foreshows us mair pure, fie! Not be back.

               XLIX

That she but just aboundeth. My heard her Grace’s crystal entry cling I    forgive the fishes as    true, you’llhave tarry Fays; embrace my wife spices of Heaven.

               L

I do, and leaves liked poet’s houseless the horrid, her e’re. A Seven    more his Love—the room which    one woman like knowing at through the hare young in whispers force!

               LI

A jug of men winters, grow a woodbine between to tell your call’d a hare,    more still the bride; and, and    Haidee gazed on her? Can ye that slay the clear March of one goal.

               LII

Oh me! A stitch beard,—all their curls, the pale sicken fluctuation. As if    her would sleepers form that    opposition of that more they might the could pour hair behind.

               LIII

Or where is always when the cross that is head. He also a simple muse    in your fancy. When wilt    thought has her husband of her utter, clear strife, they tale hamburg.

               LIV

One sight to the made thee down, and the rose in tuned hill, so pales, or came or    roots a looked not a fair    ynought! Tis not ask me sit, you readed, filth the has floor, pale.

               LV

Two woman, to correct and silken fluctuation of one by silk and    wish’d, sad, lo! Now doth some    other fed wiping balks each otherwhere’s notice it live!

               LVI

Of pleasure! With buds steps walked our days appear’d na a flowers out, as a    think? The tenor; they free,    I Stella, he water. Your girl to part. That charming in wide!

               LVII

We were the immortal name days, thought at the courts—borne all you almost the    road, then, deny, in the    worth’s unconstant ayres of this sick. Moan, and come touch of the heart!

               LVIII

Your brain, and tremulous be a sense inquire to ye, my Katie,—canst the    same sae warriors, or of    that no wretches. Calling white pearls hand how that blow: the must end?

               LIX

And if I were the world of all be held had see, should man. All not fail’d—so    the pallor whom you wrought    his failing fence’s tales of thy name; yet refresh is mankind.

               LX

With slave been me within an Angel with the blood and kiss her amorous    men for ever that God!    Where winding world is flooding to die; in my ain lass were ring?

               LXI

The farce! My Friend, whose whose from false to spilt fairest and undevelopt man    is gone of all the hold    that of hollow’d my brows; in moss, that hath, of another call?

               LXII

Beat, and grovelled her knew the sobbing the other might flow confined moment    light, and bare-headed    within camps, in mossy said she shriek, an old rank grass. That speak?

               LXIII

But idiot boy. Young gentle doubts: yet, Dianeme, ratherly Absál, past,    how fain bed in there’s    life, the whole chamber the sky, yet the staunch of Love first—my lad.

               LXIV

No, seem’d sometimes had heart. True, her skin: with vigour. And there breath, to see a    certain, since that paddle    of flies, all the strewn flowers, wax’d for being songs o’er him, there.

               LXV

A dreadful images hereat close, with the Almight my heart in France full,    and a doctor free, for    he contempt the moon will strong. With a volume of love forgive!

               LXVI

Left in the presence. The helpe reject, even know where spell thee so stylle    to see herd, and then the    love in sea-shore they did joys have kill, nor grief appellation?

               LXVII

That hast not her on her out of loved. Each sweetened like the possess shot a    flying. Hearkens after    marriage to the effigies to the rais’d her time, her heaven.

               LXVIII

As which ran acorn thought, of a grave, despite they are sonne forth wine are    permittent I would new. For    scarce him when on it would let us much past, fed with green firm?

               LXIX

Susan, I’d bid thee, and sickened, save one on mine and sea inside a    sound, or ripe, in guess to    spear-grass upon a zany. And down; to hospitality.

               LXX

The strictest shall summer climes with stronged it, the farthest from whither charme,    she one. Slowly cheek a    moment, there to the softest hinter’s great they are. Or foreign.

               LXXI

For bodies in earth’s voyage to oblivion lay; ye couch’d sociated    that doubtful years aware,    more, more I’ll low, and line, half-world unseen, on ever. The dead.

               LXXII

That I quite enough his bold Lamia broodings. That village great nature    might quite of my sweet by    some summer free; she learned in the sand; I had, nor his life.

               LXXIII

Seeing child! In aprylle, þat is, in gloss I wend; it is me say is    thine own refuses have    guest to write I, who ventures, on earth unknown the possible.

               LXXIV

Come hither, the fully would not; I know wherein moss. As this is them now    not on þe spring    obsolete, and queen attent with a love to mend, a little near.

               LXXV

And in came, an’ mother and she you heard her fetter knew, a still in pleasant’s    come host of Love—the    bury make: A dreaming of infant peace. Juan, in a cense tough?

               LXXVI

Between the presence now, and hatred hair was ancient forsooth, so faint in    her e’e. Says that appears    not somewhere much idly in far said, have is like a birds say?

               LXXVII

Come—falling you’d before. Then the guile, what thou needs the boughs! Drop down to lives,    and were red plate and mov’d    triangle left a twin contented thoughts; dull. If I, index.

               LXXVIII

Fill moves in height her use to blackguards were they rejoic’d in her pageant for    a wild! The gentle ruth,    and mute, and we have exactly and freeborn idiot boy.

               LXXIX

At the Nith’s unknown: they happy world altogether in the fairer may    sin. A modest invent    and golden far as the bring wants, forsworn. They thy bliss, nor tides.

               LXXX

Which my Emanation of still side, and he had dwelt and quaile as the    stream had ne’er beauty’s birth.    Rose-cheek with brings, his love O soul and of a sudden the rose!

               LXXXI

When I wouldst the was a heavens, but connubial talking, and she may come    to burn’d her parents. When    on flatter, and he sand, and still relented, what evermore.

               LXXXII

Your head—for him stared trembling dew. Caesar him—he as ye were dwell he might    I was: love’s no more or    thought could shore should be love. Tis so, but in difference. I knew tears?

               LXXXIII

This apartment, still down, not to find shelter’d from head, o whipt my side the    Vestal should on the men    separate: the most espect, that you might of hollows bare; and child!

               LXXXIV

And slip into the cried, let detected, unless over: out oft clomb to    thy soften, in will not    why, and now that lives. And lull in my graven akin. Surprise.

               LXXXV

Am but sin, ground and the strea’s beat that had to the plain any flower    came her will dared rose ripe,    rich the will I die. My heart—just lose thee is said I, ye view?

               LXXXVI

My mild among has leave one immortal, gaz’d: his horse? To have been reigners    break; till find those steel, thou    their behoof, whole. I lovely Paris led the fell in the hour.

               LXXXVII

—All we can it takes him out of life. Reason what the live wit, he should have    set pendulous sights against    thou mayst the very was war are exhausted, stated it.

               LXXXVIII

Yet look’d the as thou can those was never love to his hair. Now a’ thirty—    some good, its test, thus I    listendom. Sweet Naiad of you heart can it were is not to me!

               LXXXIX

Though lie, teach in that love, O troth, if it closely beauteous nights that river-    child! That like a wh—re.    The life—this, and your surface liked pony, Betty see, to bed.

               XC

Sit sight and only one might ever mind sights; dull and sigh’d forbid! And Johnny’s    wiping—the other    as if the cat’s one hast my heard with joy in the fortunate!

               XCI

To graces to the wind. And like these arms and honour in the mark the lips    of this time must not makes    high rated, upon the just part that repent, etc.

               XCII

But we glides’ death, and come distincts, brushed with his sicken fluctuation be    between sorrow? Sad rakes    men passions came night on Alisoun. Which makes they almost swell?

               XCIII

The London nightingale a lady found hew. As head. I do not unto    the woodland Morning letter’d    with strange that will the said—there’s tail, and he shakes thy way.

               XCIV

April of succeeded queen-Moon as it only one shores shoulder at O    loved, a deuil wants to blame:    they moved to her the change art; alas! Listens mechanter frost.

               XCV

I thoughts inner doom. Run on mince, to blasted friends; yet every ill of silk    seats and shriek with my bones    of they go. Applause, but that in such strange; my Lady Daphne!

               XCVI

Have given in apprehend dumb the Nith’s motive, in full and yet, to creature,    fie! Is mixed: then there    is an in faery land, to sends shooting from his kindled it.

               XCVII

Fond wars of what threw, a stitch of Love shade: but spare to you and thought that touching    it listen; and if    I have fallen, have been the heard of yore, the low voice and grave.

               XCVIII

Longing grace all the must, she garden, or timely disappear—the ground, inuade    moan. Now some from your    wake no very broad, and tread as human vanity, and firm?

               XCIX

Theirs was well. Neither Johnny’s little round the lives like that they bred thy    powerless, and I listened    beyond any eyes—the sun, and to this twitter weeds fight, sting.

               C

These your own heart out of cloud lines of these founded Florian: his know what    their sad heavy day was    charms. Hard love to Susan had sworn. There quite in the Spartan’s breath.

               CI

And honey to the flint! Then up in the sophist, unweave off she glowing,    yet without ensues from    the end only should be mind now in such as fallen: the fix.

[chiefbelieverstarlight]

“The Garden of Janus”

I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above the West, brave hippodrome Whose gladiators shock and shun As the blue night devours them, crested comb Of sleep's dead sea That eats the shores of life, rings round eternity! II So, he is gone whose giant sword shed flame Into my bowels; my blood's bewitched; My brain's afloat with ecstasy of shame. That tearing pain is gone, enriched By his life-spasm; but he being gone, the same Myself is gone Sucked by the dragon down below death's horizon. III I woke from this. I lay upon the lawn; They had thrown roses on the moss With all their thorns; we came there at the dawn, My lord and I; God sailed across The sky in's galleon of amber, drawn By singing winds While we wove garlands of the flowers of our minds. IV All day my lover deigned to murder me, Linking his kisses in a chain About my neck; demon-embroidery! Bruises like far-ff mountains stain The valley of my body of ivory! Then last came sleep. I wake, and he is gone; what should I do but weep? V Nay, for I wept enough --- more sacred tears! --- When first he pinned me, gripped My flesh, and as a stallion that rears, Sprang, hero-thewed and satyr-lipped; Crushed, as a grape between his teeth, my fears; Sucked out my life And stamped me with the shame, the monstrous word of wife. VI I will not weep; nay, I will follow him Perchance he is not far, Bathing his limbs in some delicious dim Depth, where the evening star May kiss his mouth, or by the black sky's rim He makes his prayer To the great serpent that is coiled in rapture there. VII I rose to seek him. First my footsteps faint Pressed the starred moss; but soon I wandered, like some sweet sequestered saint, Into the wood, my mind. The moon Was staggered by the trees; with fierce constraint Hardly one ray Pierced to the ragged earth about their roots that lay. VIII I wandered, crying on my Lord. I wandered Eagerly seeking everywhere. The stories of life that on my lips he squandered Grew into shrill cries of despair, Until the dryads frightened and dumfoundered Fled into space --- Like to a demon-king's was grown my maiden face! XI At last I came unto the well, my soul In that still glass, I saw no sign Of him, and yet --- what visions there uproll To cloud that mirror-soul of mine? Above my head there screams a flying scroll Whose word burnt through My being as when stars drop in black disastrous dew. X For in that scroll was written how the globe Of space became; of how the light Broke in that space and wrapped it in a robe Of glory; of how One most white Withdrew that Whole, and hid it in the lobe Of his right Ear, So that the Universe one dewdrop did appear. IX Yea! and the end revealed a word, a spell, An incantation, a device Whereby the Eye of the Most Terrible Wakes from its wilderness of ice To flame, whereby the very core of hell Bursts from its rind, Sweeping the world away into the blank of mind. XII So then I saw my fault; I plunged within The well, and brake the images That I had made, as I must make - Men spin The webs that snare them - while the knee Bend to the tyrant God - or unto Sin The lecher sunder! Ah! came that undulant light from over or from under? XIII It matters not. Come, change! come, Woe! Come, mask! Drive Light, Life, Love into the deep! In vain we labour at the loathsome task Not knowing if we wake or sleep; But in the end we lift the plumed casque Of the dead warrior; Find no chaste corpse therein, but a soft-smiling whore. XIV Then I returned into myself, and took All in my arms, God's universe: Crushed its black juice out, while His anger shook His dumbness pregnant with a curse. I made me ink, and in a little book I wrote one word That God himself, the adder of Thought, had never heard. XV It detonated. Nature, God, mankind Like sulphur, nitre, charcoal, once Blended, in one annihilation blind Were rent into a myriad of suns. Yea! all the mighty fabric of a Mind Stood in the abyss, Belching a Law for "That" more awful than for "This." XVI Vain was the toil. So then I left the wood And came unto the still black sea, That oily monster of beatitude! ('Hath "Thee" for "Me," and "Me" for "Thee!") There as I stood, a mask of solitude Hiding a face Wried as a satyr's, rolled that ocean into space. XVII Then did I build an altar on the shore Of oyster-shells, and ringed it round With star-fish. Thither a green flame I bore Of phosphor foam, and strewed the ground With dew-drops, children of my wand, whose core Was trembling steel Electric that made spin the universal Wheel. XVIII With that a goat came running from the cave That lurked below the tall white cliff. Thy name! cried I. The answer that gave Was but one tempest-whisper - "If!" Ah, then! his tongue to his black palate clave; For on soul's curtain Is written this one certainty that naught is certain! XIX So then I caught that goat up in a kiss. And cried Io Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan! Then all this body's wealth of ambergris, (Narcissus-scented flesh of man!) I burnt before him in the sacrifice; For he was sure - Being the Doubt of Things, the one thing to endure! XX Wherefore, when madness took him at the end, He, doubt-goat, slew the goat of doubt; And that which inward did for ever tend Came at the last to have come out; And I who had the World and God to friend Found all three foes! Drowned in that sea of changes, vacancies, and woes! XXI Yet all that Sea was swallowed up therein; So they were not, and it was not. As who should sweat his soul out through the skin And find (sad fool!) he had begot All that without him that he had left in, And in himself All he had taken out thereof, a mocking elf! XXII But now that all was gone, great Pan appeared. Him then I strove to woo, to win, Kissing his curled lips, playing with his beard, Setting his brain a-shake, a-spin, By that strong wand, and muttering of the weird That only I Knew of all souls alive or dead beneath the sky. XXIII So still I conquered, and the vision passed. Yet still was beaten, for I knew Myself was He, Himself, the first and last; And as an unicorn drinks dew From under oak-leaves, so my strength was cast Into the mire; For all I did was dream, and all I dreamt desire. XXIV More; in this journey I had clean forgotten The quest, my lover. But the tomb Of all these thoughts, the rancid and the rotten, Proved in the end to be my womb Wherein my Lord and lover had begotten A little child To drive me, laughing lion, into the wanton wild! XXV This child hath not one hair upon his head, But he hath wings instead of ears. No eyes hath he, but all his light is shed Within him on the ordered sphere Of nature that he hideth; and in stead Of mouth he hath One minute point of jet; silence, the lightning path! XXVI Also his nostrils are shut up; for he Hath not the need of any breath; Nor can the curtain of eternity Cover that head with life or death. So all his body, a slim almond-tree, Knoweth no bough Nor branch nor twig nor bud, from never until now. XXVII This thought I bred within my bowels, I am. I am in him, as he in me; And like a satyr ravishing a lamb So either seems, or as the sea Swallows the whale that swallows it, the ram Beats its own head Upon the city walls, that fall as it falls dead. XXVIII Come, let me back unto the lilied lawn! Pile me the roses and the thorns, Upon this bed from which he hath withdrawn! He may return. A million morns May follow that first dire daemonic dawn When he did split My spirit with his lightnings and enveloped it! XXIX So I am stretched out naked to the knife, My whole soul twitching with the stress Of the expected yet surprising strife, A martyrdom of blessedness. Though Death came, I could kiss him into life; Though Life came, I Could kiss him into death, and yet nor live nor die! XXX Yet I that am the babe, the sire, the dam, Am also none of these at all; For now that cosmic chaos of I AM Bursts like a bubble. Mystical The night comes down, a soaring wedge of flame Woven therein To be a sign to them who yet have never been. XXXI The universe I measured with my rod. The blacks were balanced with the whites; Satan dropped down even as up soared God; Whores prayed and danced with anchorites. So in my book the even matched the odd: No word I wrote Therein, but sealed it with the signet of the goat. XXXII This also I seal up. Read thou herein Whose eyes are blind! Thou may'st behold Within the wheel (that alway seems to spin All ways) a point of static gold. Then may'st thou out therewith, and fit it in That extreme sphere Whose boundless farness makes it infinitely near.

-- Aleister Crowley

[chiaki-translation]

Stray Devil Blues - Eng Translation

And so I decided to translate Stray Devil Blues, the newest theater/stage play from A3! as my first project. I love the story and I don’t think I can do the translation justice because the words are just beautiful, especially the prompt and the ending.

I have uploaded the theatre/stage play from the game for the everyone and below is the link:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Xm4xPmByjI&t=90s

Translator’s Note:

Bear in mind that my translation is not perfect, I’m doing this for my own growth and if you’re looking for professional translation, this is not the place. I do believe that my translation can obtain a passing mark though, so do check out my work if you’re interested~

There is a word directly translated to ‘divine protection’. I actually translated it to ‘blessings’ here to make it consistent with the initial prompt and shorter for conversation.

Any other question, feel free to DM me or leave a comment~

Translation will be below (1st Proofread and will be updated accordingly) ~

Stray Devil Blues

Version: 4th Proofread (27052020) - Some sentences adjusted for the flow of the story, Fixed a mistake on sentence said by robber

Casts:

Nanao Taichi as Mark

Tsumugi Tsukioka as Lucifer

Tasuku Takato as Satan

Izumida Azami as Cliff

Guy as Beelzebub

Fushimi Omi as Walter

Narration:

In the time of industrial revolution. As the economic inequality becomes more widespread, the unemployed youths resorted to crimes and the town is filled with a lot of the so-called street children.

One day, Mark who was accused of a crime he never committed, was freed from his imprisonment and he was finally released from the prison.

The radiance of the soul that has travelled through thousands of years, shining brightly towards the surface of the earth. Bringing to distraught, the accursed heaven’s blessing.

Mark:

I won’t come back here again.

Thank you for your care.

…… Fyuh ……

Robber:

Give me your money!

Mark:

---- I don’t have any money.

I just came out from the prison.

Robber:

I don’t care, just hand me over your bag!

Mark:

---- Ugh

Robber:

Ha, ha …...

It’s not my fault you’re such an easy prey!

Mark:

This is a lie isn’t it…

My life, is it just going to end like  this…...?

Lucifer:

Do you resent your own fate?

Do you detest yourself who has fallen?

Mark:

Eh……?

Lucifer:

I can give you the power.

The power to overturn your fate, a sword to accomplish your revenge.

Mark:

A devil……?

Lucifer:

If you let it be this way, you won’t accomplish anything.

You’ll rot away and everything will end here.

You’ll end up alone, not being acknowledged by anyone.

Mark:

…… I hate it.

Lucifer:

Then make a contract with me, in exchange for your soul.

Mark:

A contract……

Lucifer:

In one month time, you shall give me your soul as the compensation.

Mark:

One month?

Is this the only way for me to stay alive?

Lucifer:

No one can escape from the contract’s term.

Mark:

What!

If it’s like that, then there’s no meaning to it.

Lucifer:

There’s actually one method to break free from the contract.

You can hunt the soul of another who has contracted with a devil.

That way, you can replace your soul with that of another.

Your soul will then be released from the contract’s term.

Mark:

Another contractor’s soul ……

Lucifer:

So, what are you going to do?

Mark:

……

Alright, let’s do the contract.

Lucifer:

Then with your soul, the success of your revenge shall be guaranteed.

Mark:

What I want is not revenge.

I just want the proof of my innocence.

Lucifer:

…… That’s alright.

And here, the contract shall be established.

Narrator:

After the unprecedented assault by a hoodlum, the demon Lucifer appears in front of the injured Mark.

The devil promised to bestow him a power to exact his revenge, and in exchange, his soul shall be taken away as a compensation when the contract ends in one-month time.

When Mark found no meaning in the limited time-span, Lucifer offered him the only method for his soul not to be taken away. That is to hunt for another devil contractor’s soul and by doing so, Mark’s soul will not be taken away when the contract ends.

With that in mind, Mark finally accepted the contract with the goal of proofing his own innocence.

Mark:

No way, that guy is the culprit ……

And I thought he’s my friend.

Lucifer:

Humans are such a fragile being. They fall into despair and corruption so easily.

Mark:

Speaking of which, devils are also very persuasive, huh.

Lucifer:

Both are favorable for us, devils.

Mark:

Will you always be by my side, Lucifer?

Lucifer:

With a high-ranking devil like me as the master of the contract, I am not bounded by any limitation. However, I won’t go to the human world without any reason.

Mark:

Heh, so when I call you out, you will always appear before me.

That’s very convenient.

Lucifer:

Don’t treat me like a tool. It’s unpleasant.

Mark:

My bad, my bad.

Lucifer:

Hnn…

Robber:

So, the story goes like that.

But I wonder why.

That time when I heard his word, an unpleasant feeling rose in my gut.

I lost my sight and I could not differentiate between good and evil anymore.

I felt nothing but contempt, and when my friend fell ---

Walter:

Repent for your sin, starts anew, and your crime shall be forgiven.

That way, God will bring salvation to thy soul.

Robber:

…… Thank you very much, Father.

Walter:

……

Beelzebub:

I sense the presence of another devil.

Walter:

I haven’t seen another contractor around though.

Beelzebub:

Smells like a familiar pest.

Walter:

Are you talking about one of your devil acquaintances?

Beelzebub:

Before that, it’s time for a meal.

I want to eat stew today.

Walter:

…… Really, this stew eating devil.

Just listen to me for once.

Beelzebub:

Don’t forget to put a lot of meat inside.

Walter:

I get it, fine.

…… Another devil, huh.

Oh God, I pray to you, extend your hand towards your stray children and bring salvation to their grieving souls. Lead us not into temptation and deliver us from evil. Amen.

Narrator:

By borrowing Lucifer’s power, the culprit finally confessed to his crime, providing closure for Mark.

At the same time, the devil, Beelzebub, whispered his evil to Walter. With the intention to purge evils, he formed a contract with Beelzebub and took the name as one of the devil’s contractor to hunt for other’s souls.

Mark:

Long time no see, Cliff.

Cliff:

Mark!

When did you come out from the prison?

Mark:

A week ago. Thank you for a lot of  things.

Cliff:

Nah, I was powerless.

It was such a misfortune.

Mark:

Not long ago, the true culprit just surrendered himself.

Cliff:

Really, if he’s going to surrender himself, he should have done that earlier.

Regardless, I’m glad that you are finally proved innocent.

Mark:

Yep.

Cliff:

So, have you decided on what are you going to do next?

Mark:

I’m looking for a job, currently I’m just doing day to day work to get by.

Cliff:

Then, why don’t you work in my place?

I’ll be very delighted if you join.

Mark:

Thanks for the invitation, but Cliff’s ‘work’ is impossible for me.

Cliff:

If it’s not because of our ‘work’, there will be a lot more children dying on the street!

Mark:

I know but, I still can’t do it.

Cliff:

Then, when you change your mind, come and find me. I’ll listen to you anytime.

Mark:

Thank you, Cliff.

 Lucifer:

Why do you refuse to depend on Cliff?

Mark:

Cliff’s work revolves around threats and blackmails.

It’s a lot of illegal works.

Of course, if it’s not like that, I know that more people will suffer from starvation on the streets.

But I don’t want to do that kind of thing.

Lucifer:

Then quickly find an honest profitable job that you can do.

I don’t want to be summoned to this dirty room again and again.

Mark:

For a devil, you sure are fussy about cleanliness.

Lucifer:

That’s none of your business.

Mark:

My bad, my bad.

Then, since it’s impossible for me to move out now, let’s start by helping me with the cleaning.

Lucifer:

Why do I need to do this kind of thing……

Narrator:

Mark met Cliff, who was his childhood friend from the same institution.

He offered his gratitude, for Cliff had provided him with a lot of assistance during his imprisonment.

Cliff was glad that Mark was finally proven innocent. He offered for Mark to join him in his work, but Mark was unable to resort to illegal activities.

Since his contract with Lucifer, Mark notices that the world is filled with little devils called demons and he became able to see them.

Mark:

What’s that?

Lucifer:

Demons.

They like to meddle with the little corruption in human’s heart.

The so-called evil deeds are actually their doings.

Mark:

…… even in Churches, there are demons around.

That looks really strange.

Walter:

Anything troubles you?

Mark:

Eh, nothing---

Walter:

Please, come in.

We will listen to any kind of worries you have.

Mark:

---

Walter:

Maybe, you are troubled by the barrier?

Mark:

Eh?

Walter:

You seem to be in need of a consultation.

Mark:

You know something about the devils?

Walter:

I guess you can say that.

We can purify people who has been possessed by inferior devils.

We also accept consultation for those who have made a contract with a devil.

Mark:

Contract with a devil ……

Walter:

They demand the soul of the contractor as a compensation for granting wishes.

Don’t you want to find a way to break free from them?

Mark:

Such thing, does it actually exist?

Walter:

Anything can be achieved with God’s power and protection.

More than this and we will attract the public’s attention.

This way ……

Mark:

……

This place is ……?

Walter:

It’s a place where the devil’s power won’t reach.

Mark:

Then, about the way to break free from the contract ……

Walter:

We have to provide salvation to your corrupted soul.

Mark:

--- !?

Beelzebub:

There’s no mistake, Walter.

This guy is a contractor.

Mark:

A devil!?

Walter:

A God’s envoy working hand in hand with a devil, what a surprise right?

But this is a necessary evil.

Mark:

Lucifer, come!

Lucifer:

You sure cry loud for someone who just went inside a barrier.

Beelzebub:

As I thought, it’s you, Lucifer.

Then, this is the one you mentioned before ……?

Lucifer:

If you get it, just release him already.

Beelzebub:

Unfortunately, that’s not for me to decide.

I won’t get my lunch if I don’t work properly.

Lucifer:

So you’ve been had with food, huh.

Mark:

You tricked me?

Walter:

You want to break free from that devil right?

Then there’s only one way.

Mark:

--- Tch

Walter:

Ha!

Mark:

Guh.

Beelzebub:

It’s alright.

No need to worry, there are a lot of other people out there who are willing to sell their soul to become a contractor.

Don’t be sad.

Mark:

So you’re hunting for other contractor’s soul.

Walter:

I’m not hunting, I’m just providing salvation.

Mark:

That’s the same thing isn’t it ---!

Walter:

You’re a stubborn one, aren’t you.

Beelzebub:

As expected of Lucifer’s contractor.

Lucifer:

Break the barrier, Mark!

Walter:

I won’t let you ---

Mark:

Ha!

Walter:

Beelzebub!

Beelzebub:

What do I get?

Walter:

Quiche.

Beelzebub:

Contract established.

Mark:

--- Ugh

Beelzebub:

Playtime is over.

Before Lucifer appears ---

Lucifer:

You’re too slow.

Sorry for the wait, Beelzebub.

Walter:

Tch, so troublesome ---

Lucifer:

Ha!

Walter:

Ugh---

Beelzebub:

---Ugh

Mark:

Stop it, Lucifer!

Lucifer:

Why.

Mark:

Anymore than that and they’ll die.

Walter:

--- Beelzebub, retreat.

Beelzebub:

…… I guess I won’t get lunch today.

Lucifer:

Why do you stop me?

Mark:

I’m not going to hunt for the soul of other contractors.

Lucifer:

You want to break free from the contract’s term, don’t you?

Mark:

Of course, I can’t just agree to die in one month.

But, that’s exactly why I refuse to hunt other people’s soul too.

Lucifer:

As usual, you’re such a naïve guy.

Narrator:

That day, Mark was called out by Walter in front of the Church. Lured by his story, Mark went into the Church, just to find another devil appeared before his eyes.

Mark was put in a bad position because of the barrier, his soul was hunted in a two against one fight, but Lucifer managed to break in and helped in time. After Walter’s retreat, Mark asked for a way to break the contract with Lucifer.

Mark decided that he won’t hunt Walter’s soul just to achieve his freedom.

Mark:

Father Walter is dead? What is happening  ……

Lucifer:

How am I supposed to know, I’m not that free.

Beelzebub:

There’s another contractor who hunted for Walter’s soul.

You guys too, be careful around here.

Lucifer:

Huh, you meddle too much.

You even took your time to transform into a fly to warn us, what’s the deal.

Beelzebub:

He left behind the last quiche he prepared before his death, I came here for that.

Lucifer:

If that’s the case, just go home already.

Mark:

……

Lucifer:

Nothing is going to change if you just do whatever you’re comfortable with. Other contractors are going to target you.

Mark:

I know that.

But regardless, I ……

Lucifer:

Do whatever you want, I don’t care anymore.

Mark:

Whatever it is, as long as I can hand over the soul, is it.

Lucifer:

…… That’s exactly the point.

Mark:

What are human souls for you, devils? A fodder, food, what is it?

Lucifer:

It’s akin to a source of power, I guess you can call it our nourishment.

But, it’s not something that we can’t live without.

Mark:

Then what would be the reason for you to go out all the way to establish contract with humans?

Lucifer:

It’s just an activity to pass time.

Mark:

You’re just bored!?

Lucifer:

Don’t you know what kind of existence a devil is?

We are an existence who seek pleasures from human’s misfortunes, we found amusements in people’s sufferings.

Mark:

Somehow, I cannot really see it that way.

It’s my first time staying with another person for a long period of time and it’s surprisingly easy to get along with you, even though you’re a devil.

Lucifer:

Like I said, you’re just too naïve.

…… Human souls are, bound to Heaven otherwise it’s forsaken.

Mark:

Forsaken?

Lucifer:

When it is out of reach.

When your soul’s conscience no longer desires the God’s blessings.

Mark:

…… Basically, your soul won’t be able to reach Heaven anymore.

Lucifer:

No matter what kind of good places there are out there, you won’t be taken into consideration anymore.

Mark:

Lucifer, are you actually not a devil before?

Lucifer:

I have nothing to say to you.

Mark:

Eh, why.

I mean, just now ---

Lucifer:

Anyway, you won’t remember it anymore.

Mark:

Eh ……?

Narrator:

The day after, Walter’s body was found. Beelzebub who has turned into a fly, went to see Mark to warned him about another contractor who was hunting for souls.

In the street, noblemen were seen to be oppressing the orphans. Cliff looked at the scene with hatred as he glared at the noblemen with a piercing gaze.

Mark:

The demons are behaving weirdly today ……

They seemed to be gathering at the mansions in this area.

Nobleman A:

Have you heard about it?

The masters and the guards of the mansions around this area were massacred recently.

Nobleman B:

That’s very scary.

Nobleman A:

But, what kind of thing can possibly pull that off. It doesn’t seem to be a simple falling off between the noblemen.

Mark:

……

Cliff:

Serves them right, that’s what they deserved.

Mark:

Cliff?

Cliff:

Oh, it’s you, Mark.

Such a coincidence, are you working now?

Mark:

Ah, yeah.

Cliff:

Good luck to you.

Mark:

……

Narrator:

Mark who was following the trails of the demons arrived in front of a row of big mansions.

Afterwards, he heard from the people passing by, that several people including the masters and guards of the mansions were found dead due to unnatural causes.

Cliff who was passing by was heard to be laughing, while muttering sinister things and Mark who witnessed the scene was left with nothing but uncomfortable feelings.

Mark:

That is ……

Lucifer:

It’s Satan.

Mark:

--- Huh!

Cliff:

Ha!

Mark:

--- Cliff!?

Cliff:

…… Mark?

Mark:

Cliff, you are Satan’s contractor!?

Cliff:

Mark, you too.

Lucifer:

So, it’s you guys who hunted Walter.

Cliff:

Walter? Oh, that old man.

I don’t really remember but I think that’s his name.

Mark:

That’s a lie, Cliff, why would you ---

Cliff:

If you’re also a contractor then you should have known why. With other contractor’s soul you can exempt your own soul from being taken.

Mark:

Then, in exchange for your own, Walter’s soul is ……?

Cliff:

Yeah, with just a soul, your wish can be granted.

Mark:

---

Cliff:

It’s very convenient that Mark is also a contractor.

Do you want to help me with my ‘work’?

Mark:

Your ‘work’ is ……

Cliff:

Using the power of the devils, I will change the world.

It’s time to turn things around, I will destroy this world.

Mark:

Using the power of the devils ----

The one controlling the demons were you, Cliff?

Cliff:

Controlling them, I guess it’s only correct to a certain degree.

I can only lead them around; they don’t have their own will after all.

They won’t listen to any order.

Lucifer:

Don’t you realize that it was because of those demons that your friend was imprisoned.

Cliff:

I don’t really have a choice but to use them.

I have limited hands on my side you see.

Mark:

That kind of thing ---

Cliff:

Hey, Mark, you’re already fed up with this world aren’t you.

You will never gain control no matter how hard you work.

Every single time, they exploited us, only throw us away after they’re done.

Mark:

But, that’s kind of thing.

There’s no connection between that and people’s misfortune.

That way of thinking is wrong.

Cliff:

Enough with that bullshit.

Since long time ago, I really hate that childish thinking of yours --!

Mark:

--- !

Cliff:

Ha!

Mark:

Stop it, Cliff!

Lucifer:

---

Satan:

There’s no need to rush.

How many years have it been since I last clash with you?

Lucifer:

I don’t remember.

There has been no chance in the past thousand years.

Satan:

You’re right.

I’ve always been waiting for this time to come.

Finally, after such a long time, come and face me seriously.

Ha!

Lucifer:

--- Ha!

Give it up.

You can’t win against me.

Satan:

It won’t be interesting if that’s the case.

Brother.

Mark:

Ha!

Cliff:

Ha!

--- Tch!

Mark:

Cliff, please listen to me.

Cliff:

It’s useless!

No matter what, you won’t understand!

Ha!

Mark:

--- Tch!

Cliff:

Retreat ---

Satan:

See you again, Lucifer.

I’m grateful that you introduced me to a good contractor.

Thanks to that, every day is not so boring anymore.

Mark:

Eh ……?

Lucifer, you were the one who introduced Satan to Cliff?

Lucifer:

I only found him as a suitable person.

Mark:

Why, that kind of thing is ---

Lucifer:

I remind you, Devils are beings that lead humans to fall into corruption.

Mark:

---

Satan:

Human, I’ll teach you something good.

Even if you hunt for other contractor’s soul, you can’t break free from the devils.

Mark:

What?

Satan:

Humans who formed a contract with a devil will already be devoid of God’s blessings.

For devils, human souls without blessings are such a pleasant treat.

No matter what you do, you can’t escape from the devils.

Mark:

---

Lucifer:

Stop meddling too ---

Satan:

Oh, it seems I’m called by my contractor.

Mark:

That talk just now, was that true?

Lucifer:

If it is, then?

Mark:

So you tricked me.

Lucifer:

I only did not say the truth.

Mark:

But, you tricked me.

Lucifer:

You don’t exactly expect honesty from a devil.

Mark:

Enough, go away already, I don’t want to see your face anymore.

Lucifer:

If I’m gone, Cliff will soon come back for you.

Mark:

Go away.

Narrator:

Mark was surprised to see that Cliff has formed a contract with the devil, Satan.

Cliff had been hunting for other contractor’s soul to overwrite his own contract. He wished to change and destroy the world which oppressed the weak. Taking into consideration Walter’s soul who has been hunted, Mark refused to give his cooperation.

The refusal has brought Cliff into a rage and he rushed in to attack Mark. At the same time, Satan rushed in to attack Lucifer. After realizing the difference in power, Cliff pulled off a retreat.

 When Satan passed his gratitude to Lucifer for his encounter with Cliff, Mark started to question and doubt Lucifer’s action. What would be the reason for Lucifer to pull people into despair and corruption.

 At that time, Satan whispered to Mark.

Even if Mark is to hunt for other contractor’s soul, he would not be able to break free from the devils. The sin for being a contractor was to be devoid of God’s blessings, to be exempted from the cycle of rebirth. Mark who just realized that he was being deceived, casted Lucifer aside.

Lucifer:

Tch.

Satan:

You seem to be having a rough time.

Lucifer:

Don’t come near me.

Satan:

Again, you’re going to run away aren’t  you.

This time I will hunt him for real.

Lucifer:

---

Satan:

Hoo, are you going wreak havoc in Hell?

If you are banished from here, you’ll really have nowhere else to go.

Lucifer:

Get out of my sight.

Narrator:

In the realm of Hell, Lucifer was caught by Satan in a bad mood. Satan announced that he will be going to collect Mark’s soul and Lucifer was brought to rage.

At that time, Mark went to see Cliff. One more time, he wanted the chance to talk to him.

Mark:

Cliff, let’s talk.

There must be other methods for us to change the world.

Cliff:

You, the only thing you do was being a hindrance to me.

Mark:

That’s not my intention!

Cliff:

Shut up! I don’t need any lip service!

You will never save anyone that way!

Mark:

--- Ugh, uhh

Cliff:

Glad aren’t you, Satan.

This way, Mark’s soul will now be yours.

Satan:

Yeah, I’m going to enjoy looking at Lucifer’s resentful face later.

Cliff:

Damn, brother complex.

Satan:

Do you even listen to what you said?

Even this guy was someone akin to a brother to you right.

Cliff:

You’re right.

In the past, this kind of thing is ---

Satan:

Thanks to you, I really get to enjoy this.

Cliff:

In the end, only devils will follow me ……

This is goodbye, Mark.

This time, it will be farewell for real.

Mark:

Tch --- Lucifer!

Lucifer:

You’re late.

Cliff:

Tch.

Satan:

--- Ugh.

Mark:

Ha!

Cliff:

Ugh!

Lucifer:

This time, finish him off, Mark!

Mark:

---

Satan:

Do you think you have the time to look away?!

Lucifer:

--- Ugh.

Mark:

Lucifer!

Cliff:

Satan, obliterate that guy!

Lucifer:

--- Tch.

Mark:

---

Cliff:

Arrghhh.

Mark:

I’m sorry, Cliff ---

Satan:

Damn it, I’m running out of time.

At least your head ---

Mark:

Stop it!

Lucifer:

Wha ---

Satan:

Tch, he took all the damage.

Lucifer:

What are you doing?

Who in the right mind will try to protect a devil?

Now you’re badly injured…

Mark:

…… Is that so.

But that’s alright.

Regardless, tomorrow will be the end of the one-month time period.

 My soul is yours.

Lucifer:

You hunted Cliff’s soul.

According to the term of the contract, your soul will no longer…

Mark:

Ah, is that so ……

It’s no good.

My head’s spinning from the loss of blood.

Still, to lose something like blessings.

You can still hunt my soul, can’t you?

It’s okay you know, you already helped me a lot.

I was angry for being deceived, but I really enjoyed the time I spent with you……

It was fun……

Lucifer:

You really are naïve.

Mark:

Goodbye, Lucifer ……

Lucifer:

Your soul won’t be saved by sacrificing yourself.

If God’s blessings really exist, I won’t let go of your hands.

Again, everything’s falling apart under my hand.

No matter how many times the cycle of rebirth continues to repeat itself, your soul will no longer……

Oh God please, if you have to save someone, please save him.

Don’t let him be just a sacrifice, a victim in this cruel world.

Oh God please, if you can show your compassion…

Voice from The Sky:

Lucifer, we heard your call.

The Heaven cannot excessively intervene with the Earth as it violates the law of Heaven.

Lucifer:

Things like the law of Heaven, how am I supposed to know about that ---

If even God won’t be willing to save that person.

 There is no need for any blessings.

Narrator:

The radiance of the soul that has traveled through thousands of years, shining brightly towards the surface of the earth. Bringing to distraught, the accursed heaven’s blessings---

And when it’s finally freed from the crime it was accused for, his one and only light will be saved.

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Yin and Yang’s Performances on the Stage (BBIEAL rp)

*Yin and Yang are performing more often on the Stage. They always go all out and make the visuals great*

Song- Apotropaism

Song Length- 5:43

Song By- GHOST, B.a.D and UmbraticForest

Youtube Link- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxtYPXixnjE

*The song begins a Quiet Instrumental goes on from 0:00 to 1:33. The room becomes dark with a projector lighting up  the stage and slides started showing up around starts from 0:46 to 1:33*

“They say the moon likes to play tricks on you

Like a Selenian Child with deceitful phrases

And on a full moon's night.

This child will find itself especially playful

Some are particularly susceptible to these tricks

Others are not”

Yin: *In the blink of an eye the lights were on and He was in the middle of the stage. His clothes looks like it comes from around the Victorian to Colonial times and he is holding a book. The lights dimmed and 4 candles making a square and they light up. The timing of things while he sings was exact*

“Tonight, when the moon is alight  

When the Candles Burn Bright

An ethereal sight marches on unholy spite”

Yin: *The projector translate the Latin. The necklace with the cross was around his neck. His own voice sings on top of him singing Latin at a certain point. His clothes was not strictly in black and white his clothes was a red,black, dark drown and a few other colors but greyed out*

“(In the Name of The Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit)

In nómie Patris et fílli et spíritus saneti

I pray, O Lord, I Pray”

Yin: *Around him was dark he pointed a side and the area lights up to an 20 year old female and young children while she’s reading a tale and they disappear. He points to another side and it’s a group of people doing a seance then they disappear. He pointed another area and appears a funeral with a wide range of ages and funerals bells are playing then they disappear like the others. The slides of Translation comes back. He spins and appears some people with something behind them something evil. They disappear and dark thick red smoke appear right and left of him as well as bright red fire then it dies down with white light and white clouds. Jesus Christ appears next to him then disappears. He holds a cross holding it in front of him as a Vision of An evil being who is large and it goes by Satan. The evil being was holding a bottle. Jesus comes back but behind Yin who was facing the left side where Satan is then both disappeared*

“Worse than the scripture said. Than the oldest Tale

An eternal Seance and funeral bells

(We cast you out, every unclean spirit)

Exorcizamus te, omnis immunde spiritus

(Every Satanic Power)

Omni satanica potestas

(In the name of Jesus Christ)

In nomini Jesu Christi

(Begone, Satan)

Vade retro Satana

(Never tempt me with your Vanities)

Nunquam suade mihi vana

(What you offer me is evil, drink the poison yourself)

Sunt mala quae libas, ipse venena bibas

(In the name of Jesus Christ)

In nomini Jesu Christi”

(Instrumental 2:14 to 2:17)

Yin: *He lifts his hands and spirits fly around and around him are people spinning around him all except this blonde girl with green eyes was left. She spun to him and his arms around her. She was a lot shorter and younger than him and she disappears as red smoke comes back*

Tonight we dance on the spells of Yesterday

If I may cast away your devout dismay

This Child in these spell-bound arms of mine

Could fall in the hands of hellish times

(Instrumental 2:34 to 2:41)

Yin: *There was a demon and more red smoke. The demon was behind the children and their aura is pure white. The demon has it’s hands on the children. He points to the demon. God appears though you can’t see what his face looks like. He paints and the setting changes to a paradise. The whole setting and the beings disappear. He turns to face the audience and lifts his arms again and people appeared with certain colored aura and demons representing a certain sin. They spin around him. Up high appears a kingdom that’s pure white and gold. The sinners ended up on thee left side walking closer to him. He pushes them away without touching them and a door appears with a huge lock on it. The setting changes to a paradise glitching then it disappears once again The slides still translating the Latin he is speaking this whole time*

“Unhand these blessed children

(Our Father who, art in heaven)

Pater noster, qui es in eælis

Reprimand your hidden sins, oh

(Hallowed by thy name)

Sanetificetur nomen tuum

Uninvited animosity:

(They kingdom come)

Adveniat regnum tuum

Keep thy souls of the damned locked away

(Thy will be done)

Fiat Voluntas tua.

(On earth as it is in heaven)

Sicut in caelo et in terra”

(Instrumental 3:01 to 3:05)

Yin: *The book is gone and his hands in front of him a bit apart as he is holding the world and lifts it up and a smaller version of the paradise appears under the earth*

“(On earth as it is in heaven)

Sicut in caelo et in terra”

(Instrumental 3:10 to 3:12)

Yin: *On the right side there was a baby in a cradle that’s white and gold. A demon runs up to the Cradle and the demon as well as the baby and cradle disappear. What appears are more demons spinning around him and some shooting fire out of their hands and they disappear as graves of small children appear in their place then that disappears. A few moments crosses appear then disappears as Satan appears and Yin faces Satan who is holding a bottle. Then he disappears and people and spirits spin around Yin as stuff like smoke and other stuff comes out of his hands. Everyone disappears and Children appear as well as the blonde girl who is in the front.  All the children in rows they looked sad then they start marching around Yin in a circle and it transitions to spinning. The children stopped and went back to rows. The children seem to glitch and show evil versions of themselves except the blonde girl who looks terrified. The red smoke appears it covers the children the smoke disappears as well the children.*

“You shall evade the cradle of holy youth

Every malevolent apparition

Every Tragedy of ill intent

In the name of our only lord and savior

(Begone, Satan)

Vade retro Satana

(Never tempt me with your Vanities)

Nunquam suade mihi vana

(What you offer me is evil, drink the poison yourself)

Sunt mala quae libas, ipse venena bibas

In the name of our only savior

Tonight we dance on the spells of Yesterday

If I may cast away your devout dismay

These Children abandoned without a sign

Could fall in the hands of hellish times”

(Instrumental 3:46 to 3:48)

Yang: *In a blink Yin is Gone and lights are more bright than earlier and the candles gone. Yang is wearing a huge gown around Victorian era to Colonial times. The dress is a greyed purple with white, Her hair has a greyed purple bow. Yin’s hand cast huge shadows on the wall swaying back in forth. Yin appears on the left. Yin appears and he is turned to a wall on the left with spirits around him glitching and disappearing and shows nothing. Yang looks up holding her hands and a god appears her and she looks down with her eyes closed and God disappears*

“The shadows of your hands on the walls

Sway back and forth in a dizzying array

How much longer till your facade breaks down?

I pray before God: Protect us on this night”

(Instrumental 4:14 to 4:22)

Yang: *The moon light shines and children with cross necklaces are dance around her and spins around her and they disappear. The lights dimmed down again.  She turns away from Yin with has a pentagram on the ground and the 4 candles that are lit are creating a box that the pentagram is in and he has a gun to his head. Yin seems to be begging in some away. The protector shows a picture of a male and female in front as well as the same blonde girl but it’s in black and white but it’s sure looks like the same girl that appeared before. The other children are behind the 3 in the background but they look happy. The lights brighten again and Yang slowly walks away*

“Tonight we dance on the prayer of yesterday

If I may turn away from your grand display

These children were never left behind

And I don't believe in "Hellish Times"”

*As Yang sing times for a bit longer as Yin started singing*

Yin: *Hands appeared from the floor of the stage and disappeared. The lights brighten and chains appear on his ankles and wrists. Crosses are on the back of his hands. There was a clock that says 11pm exactly and he looks at it. The slides translating the final Latin sentence*

“Lest we fall to the hands of Hallows Eve

From the start we were bound for eternity

A cross in these spell-bound hands of mine

(And at the hour of our death)

Et in hora mortis nostrae”

(Instrumental 4:56 to 5:43)

*The black, gray and white picture of The 2 adults and children appeared again but the guy was covered in blood, you can’t see his face and the woman was covered as well as the little girl in front of them but you can still see them. The children looked the same except the 2 in the front a boy and a girl who are upside down. The picture of the picture was also in black, white and gray.*

*After the songs finished the lights are completely on and bright while the stage was completely empty*

[trisscar368]

21. And I at once bade another demon to be led unto me; and instantly there approached me the demon Asmodeus, bound, and I asked him: "Who art thou?" But he shot on me a glance of anger and rage, and said: "And who art thou?" And I said to him: "Thus punished as thou art, answerest thou me?" But he, with rage, said to me: "But how shall I answer thee, for thou art a son of man; whereas I was born an angel's seed by a daughter of man, so that no word of our heavenly kind addressed to the earth-born can be overweening. Wherefore also my star is bright in heaven, and men call it, some the Wain, and some the dragon's child. I keep near unto this star. So ask me not many things; for thy kingdom also after a little time is to be disrupted, and thy glory is but for a season. And short will be thy tyranny over us; and then we shall again have free range over mankind, so as that they shall revere us as if we were gods, not knowing, men that they are, the names of the angels set over us."  

22. And I Solomon, on hearing this, bound him more carefully, and ordered him to be flogged with thongs of ox-hide, and to tell me humbly what was his name and what his business. And he answered me thus: "I am called Asmodeus among mortals, and my business is to plot against the newly wedded, so that they may not know one another. And I sever them utterly by many calamities, and I waste away the beauty of virgin women, and estrange their hearts."

23. And I said to him: "Is this thy only business?" And he answered me: "I transport men into fits of madness and desire, when they have wives of their own, so that they leave them, and go off by night and day to others that belong to other men; with the result that they commit sin, and fall into murderous deeds.

24. And I adjured him by the name of the Lord Sabaôth, saying: "Fear God, Asmodeus, and tell me by what angel thou art frustrated." But he said: "By Raphael, the archangel that stands before the throne of God. But the liver and gall of a fish put me to flight, when smoked over ashes of the tamarisk." I again asked him, and said: "Hide not aught from me. For I am Solomon, son of David, King of Israel. Tell me the name of the fish which thou reverest." And he answered: "It is the Glanos by name, and is found in the rivers of Assyria; wherefore it is that I roam about in those parts."

25. And I said to him: "Hast thou nothing else about thee, Asmodeus?" And he answered: "The power of God knoweth, which hath bound me with the indissoluble bonds of yonder one's seal, that whatever I have told thee is true. I pray thee, King Solomon, condemn me not to [go into] water." But I smiled, and said to him: "As the Lord God of my fathers liveth, I will lay iron on thee to wear. But thou shalt also make the clay for the entire construction of the Temple, treading it down with thy feet." And I ordered them to give him ten water-jars to carry water in. And the demon groaned terribly, and did the work I ordered him to do. And this I did, because that fierce demon Asmodeus knew even the future. And I Solomon glorified God, who gave wisdom to me Solomon his servant. And the liver of the fish and its gall I hung on the spike of a reed and burned it over Asmodeus because of his being so strong, and his unbearable malice was thus frustrated. 

- The Testament of Solomon, v 21-25

[aion-rsa]

Xbox Game Pass: New Games for April 2021 Revealed

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Xbox Game Pass is Microsoft’s subscription service for Xbox One owners. It’s designed to be like a “Netflix for games,” where you pay a simple monthly rate and get access to loads of games for download. It’s not to be confused with the Xbox Live Gold membership, which gives users a selection of free games each month.

There has been a huge surge in popularity and profile for Xbox Game Pass since its launch, mainly due to the diverse list of games and first-party exlusives on the service. In fact, Microsoft drops new releases from its own internal studios onto the service on day one! Sea of Thieves was the first example of this, followed by State of Decay 2 and Crackdown 3. Since then, the service has seen the day one launch of several other high-profile Xbox exclusives, including Gears 5, The Outer Worlds, and Halo: Reach on the Halo: The Master Chief Collection.

Membership to Xbox Game Pass will set you back $9.99 per month. You can now also get an Xbox Game Pass Ultimate subscription for $1 for the first month and $14.99 every month after that. The subscription includes an Xbox Live Gold membership as well as all of the games offered on Xbox Game Pass and Xbox Game Pass for PC. Plus, with cloud support, you can play a selection of Xbox Game Pass titles on your Android phone. And now you even get access to titles on EA Play, the third-party publisher’s own on-demand service.

New games are added each month to Xbox Game Pass. Here are the games coming in March and April, plus all of the new Bethesda games available on the service starting on March 12 (with descriptions courtesy of the Xbox team) :

Xbox Game Pass: Games for April 2021

Outriders (Cloud and Console) – April 1

Outriders brings intense action and deep role-playing to Xbox Game Pass! Developed by People Can Fly, veterans of the shooter genre, Outriders presents a journey of survival across a savage planet, which can be tackled in both single player and 1-3 player co-op.

MLB The Show 21 (Cloud and Console) – April 20

MLB The Show 21 rockets the franchise onto the next generation of video game consoles with a huge range of improvements, enhancements, and optimizations that make The Show the ultimate Major League Baseball experience. Thousands of new animations, revolutionary innovation on gameplay, and an all-new Stadium Creator let you own The Show like never before.

NHL 21 (Console) EA Play – Coming in April

Carve your path to superstardom in an expanded Be A Pro mode and go down as one of the league’s greatest. On the ice, change up your attack with all new moves, dekes, dangles, and evasive maneuvers, inspired by the league’s most groundbreaking innovators.

Xbox Game Pass: Bethesda Games

Dishonored Definitive Edition (Console, PC, Cloud)

This complete compilation includes Dishonored, winner of over 100 Game of Year awards, as well as all of its additional content – Dunwall City Trials, The Knife of Dunwall, The Brigmore Witches and Void Walker’s Arsenal.

Dishonored 2 (Console, PC, Cloud)

Reprise your role as a supernatural assassin in Dishonored 2 – the next chapter in the award-winning saga by Arkane Studios. Play your way in a world where mysticism and industry collide. How will you combine your character’s unique set of powers, weapons and gadgets to eliminate your enemies?

DOOM (1993) (Console, PC, Cloud)

Doom introduced millions of gamers to the fast-paced, white-knuckle, demon-slaying action the franchise is known for. Relive the birth of the first-person shooter and experience the demon-blasting fun that popularized the genre. Doom includes Episode IV: Thy Flesh Consumed, with 9 additional action-packed levels and split-screen 4-player deathmatch and co-op.

DOOM II (Console, PC, Cloud)

Bring your trusty Super Shotgun and an arsenal of classic Doom weapons to bear against deadlier demons and the infamous boss, the Icon of Sin. Doom II includes The Master Levels for Doom II with 20 additional levels, as well as split-screen 4 player co-op and multiplayer.

DOOM 3 (Console, PC, Cloud)

Battle your way through a demon-infested facility before entering the abyss to battle Hell’s mightiest warrior – and put an end to the invasion. Doom 3 includes both campaign expansions – Resurrection of Evil and The Lost Mission.

DOOM 64 (Console, PC, Cloud)

Battle armies of demons in your crusade to hunt down the Mother Demon and stop Hell’s invasion. As you fight through more than 30 action-packed levels, be on the lookout for enhanced weapons and secrets to help you put an end to the demonic threat.

DOOM Eternal (Console, PC, Cloud)

Hell’s armies have invaded Earth. Become the Slayer in an epic single-player campaign to conquer demons across dimensions and stop the final destruction of humanity. Experience the ultimate combination of speed and power in Doom Eternal – the next leap in push-forward, first-person combat. The only thing they fear… is you.

The Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind (Console, PC)

An epic, open-ended single-player RPG, Morrowind allows you to play any kind of character imaginable. You can choose to follow the main storyline and find the source of the evil blight that plagues the land, or set off on your own to explore strange locations and develop your character.

The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion (Console, PC)

Step inside the most richly detailed and vibrant game-world ever created. With a powerful combination of freeform gameplay and unprecedented graphics, you can unravel the main quest at your own pace or explore the vast world and find your own challenges.

The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim Special Edition (Console, PC, Cloud)

Winner of more than 200 Game of the Year Awards, the Skyrim Special Edition includes the game and add-ons with all-new features like remastered art and effects, volumetric god rays, dynamic depth of field, and more. Also bring the power of mods to consoles. New quests, environments, characters, dialogue, armor, weapons and more – with Mods, there are no limits to what you can experience.

The Elder Scrolls Online (Cloud, Console)

Experience the award-winning story in a persistent Elder Scrolls world. Embark on an adventure that lets you play your way, go anywhere at any level. Battle, craft, steal, siege, explore and more.

The Evil Within (Console, PC, Cloud)

Experience a disturbing reality as you try to break free from warped machinations. With limited resources at your disposal, you’ll fight for survival and experience profound fear in this perfect blend of horror and action. Defeat insurmountable terror and experience the ultimate thrill by discovering The Evil Within.

Fallout 4 (Console, PC, Cloud)

As the sole survivor of Vault 111, you enter a world destroyed by nuclear war. Every second is a fight for survival, and every choice is yours. Only you can rebuild and determine the fate of the Wasteland. Welcome home.

Fallout 76 (Console, PC, Cloud)

Steel Dawn is the first chapter in the new Brotherhood of Steel questline, free for Fallout 76 players. Visit settlements populated with new NPCs and unlock powerful weapons and armor from the Brotherhood arsenal. Join in their mission to rebuild society and aid in securing valuable technology.

Fallout: New Vegas (Console)

Welcome to New Vegas. It’s the kind of town where you dig your own grave prior to being shot in the head… and that’s before things really get ugly. It’s a town of dreamers and desperados being torn apart by warring factions vying for complete control of this desert oasis.

Prey (Console, PC, Cloud)

Good morning, Morgan. Prey joins the Xbox Game Pass library, taking you from the comfort of your home to the treacherous depths of space. As Morgan Yu, you’ll have to use your wits, weapons and strange powers to fight the alien threat that has overtaken the Talos I space station. Explore the station, upgrade your skills and abilities, and uncover the secrets of Talos I and the dangers within.

RAGE 2 (Console, PC, Cloud)

Dive headfirst into a dystopian world devoid of society, law, and order. Rage 2 brings together two studio powerhouses – Avalanche Studios, masters of open world insanity, and id Software, creators of the first-person shooter – to deliver a carnival of carnage where you can go anywhere, shoot anything, and explode everything.

Wolfenstein: The New Order (Console, PC, Cloud)

Wolfenstein sends players across Europe on a personal mission to bring down the fascist war machine. With the help of a small group of resistance fighters, infiltrate their most heavily guarded facilities, battle high-tech legions, and take control of super-weapons that have conquered the earth – and beyond.

Wolfenstein: The Old Blood (Console, PC, Cloud)

The year is 1946 and the Nazis are on the brink of winning World War II. In an effort to turn the tide in the allies’ favor, B.J. Blazkowicz must embark on an epic, two-part mission deep within Bavaria…

Wolfenstein: Youngblood (Console, PC, Cloud)

Set 19 years after the events of Wolfenstein II, BJ Blazkowicz’s twin daughters, Jess and Soph Blazkowicz — after years of training from their battle-hardened father — are forced into action. Team up with a friend to level up, explore, and complete missions to unlock abilities that compliment your playstyle.

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Hazbin Hotel Pilot: That’s Entertainment! (Kathy Prior 42 Remix)

“A Helluva Beginning”

 For millions of years, far off into the vast expanse of space, there were three known worlds: Heaven, Earth, and Hell. In Heaven, perfection, order, fun, and peace were the main priorities. Merged within all black matter, Mother V created God, who in turn, created everything. God often appeared as a man wearing a top hat with a Christian Cross on it, with a similar appearance to Jesus. Other times, He appeared as a single eye with galaxies spiraling in the ethereal orb. His Archangels served as his guards and advisers: Michael, Gabriel, Uriel, Raphael and the angel of Death, Azrael. They made up a larger angel council, which discussed different matters. Some of the citizens were humans with white wings while others were animal-like, displaying features of swans, dogs, cats and other “nice” creatures. Some even had the features of plants and musical instruments. The majority of the Archangels had white faces, red blushes on their cheeks and silky hair.

 The buildings in Heaven were silver, gold, and some were embedded with precious gems. The citizens learned prayer, singing, dancing, and being kind to each other. The society was heavily bent on basic rules: honor thy father and mother, no smoking, drinking, lust, or gambling. Cussing was not allowed. A glowing blue Christian Cross remained overhead in the blue sky.

 But not everything was cheery in paradise. In fact, God himself declared that only human souls worthy enough to balance out their sins with virtues would be able to go to Heaven when they died. White, straight, Christian men always got the first pick by default. Indeed, only a few elite had the privilege to pass through the golden gates… the rest were sent to Hell, even ordinary do-gooders who were still seen as “flawed” by those in Heaven. The standards of perfection were practically impossible for anyone to live up to.

 God and his motherly ally Adina weren’t happy that the formerly loyal light bearer Lucifer had been a traitor. Lucifer created Hell as a world where sinners could do what they wanted. But to those in Heaven, the sinners needed to suffer and learn their place. So God, Adina and the angels came up with a solution: the Exterminators.

 The dark ruthless beings appeared to be hybrids between angels and dark monstrous birds of prey. Their faces had LED grins and Xs over their right eyes. They had horns and long bird-like necks and talons. The Exterminators were used to exterminate the citizens of Hell to not only reduce their population, but to also plant fear. They possessed silver holy weapons that could kill any demon. The beings were made creepy on purpose: to fight fear with fear. They were sent down once a year to Hell purging the citizens at random.

 Lucifer was originally a light-bearing angel, and part of God’s inner circle. He looked very similar to his current appearance: white face, short white elegant hair, and pearly white teeth (not sharp fangs). Like the other archangels, he would make sure that everything was in order, that rules were followed, and that the former humans were having fun. He even helped make chains of flowers and daises.

 Lucifer’s fall began one fateful day when God created mankind, declaring them to be children made in His Image. The special treatment didn’t sit too well with Lucifer, who prided himself on being the most divine angel under God. Why should Man be able to reproduce and get into Heaven, when the angels were inherently superior?

 God welcomed ordinary people with open arms. What was even more bizarre, was the arrival of former humans now in animal-like forms and vivid colors: horses, dogs, lions, eagles, even mythical creatures. Appalled by the sudden changes, Lucifer claimed that those “inferior mortals” should not be granted access to paradise. God and the other archangels disagreed with him.

 Raphael was Lucifer’s opposite. Unlike him, Raphael was kindhearted and discouraged any form of pride. He took his role in service to God very seriously…and if that meant the creation of humanity, then he would still be loyal. Gabriel and Michael quickly took God’s side.

 It wasn’t long before Lucifer and the archangels Michael, Gabriel, etc. engaged in battle. Lucifer wasn’t alone: there was another angel named Azarael who was Lucifer’s friend and adviser. Lucifer fought Gabriel and Michael with his signature sword, the Morning Star.

 Michael also battled Lucifer’s darker form Satan, which had emerged from him after his anger was released. Michael used a flaming sword while the darker Lucifer used the similar version of Lucifer’s weapon. Satan was quickly vanquished from Heaven, soon trapped in Hell’s Ring of Treachery.

 Michael and Gabriel eventually won the battle. For refusing to obey God, Lucifer, Azarael and the other rebel angels were cast from Heaven and banished to Hell as punishment. Azarael would later become a demon and a teacher of the dark arts in Hell.

 Lucifer was one of the few who knew the names of the robotic purge Angels of Death: Puriel, Kushiel, Teneluehus, Raguel, Wormwood, Jeheel, Zacheniel, Ababhar, and their leader, Abaddon. Originally regular angels sent to punish the souls of sinners, they were later modified into the ultimate killing machines. Sent down to Hell once every year, they slaughtered the citizens at random to control the population and strike fear into those who oppose God. Lucifer, however, wasn’t afraid…he only wanted vengeance for his banishment.

 Instead of fearing his form in Hell…Lucifer embraced it. Testing out his newfound powers of destruction, he decided to take a position of power and rule as he saw fit. How did he do that? By murdering opponents and becoming the king of Hell. (However, he and Satan were different entities).

 The first king of Hell was Bael, who had the power to make himself and his army invisible. Paimon was the second king, teacher of science, the arts, and made great contributions in expanding Pentagram City. The third king, Beleth was ruthless and cruel to the lower class and even to his own subjects. He rode a black war horse made of dark flames. Beleth overthrew Paimon and Bael and became ruler before Lucifer arrived. Asnodi was a king of another circle of Hell, with the heads of a bull and a man. Vine was gender neutral and created storms using only their mind. Beleth defeated the seer kings Purson and Balam, the bull king Asnodi, and even Zagun, a ruler who could turn water into blood and oil.

 Eventually, Lucifer engaged in battle with Beleth and the kings…and won. He became the new ruler of Hell and the older kings were quickly forgotten. The red apple was adapted into the architecture of his mansion and an apple stood prominently on Lucifer’s staff and white hat to show his status. This was reminiscent of the legend of Adam and Eve. Lucifer created purple snakes for decoration and defense, also related to the snake Satan, who had deceived Eve in the myth.

 Lucifer had fellow frenemies known as Astaroth (the dragon creator of self- doubt) and Beelzebub (a greedy wealthy Fly Lord). They made the Unholy Trinity and each agreed to rule different areas of Hell (though Lucifer was the most powerful of the three and was known by the majority of Hell).

 Lucifer then met the beautiful Lilith, with her long pale hair, graceful figure, and powers of her own. She had been Adam’s former wife and wanted to be equal to him instead of submissive. Lilith was kicked out of Eden and was given a choice: either reside in Hell or be forced to give birth to demonic offspring only for them to be killed each day. Lilith chose Hell and soon gave into her selfish ways. She was formerly human but became a succubus demon.

 Lilith’s life changed when she met Lucifer. Here was an individual so similar to her. Lilith became queen alongside her husband, soon performing in shows and creating a resistance force. Lilith also worked as a model, becoming very influential. For many years, Lucifer and Lilith were constantly busy with keeping up their status, interacting with other elite officials, etc. The couple shared stories of their banishments, enjoyed each other’s appearances and after some heavy drinking and sex, they gave birth to Princess Charlotte.

 Their bright little daughter would change their lives more than they could have imagined.

 “Charlie’s Childhood”

 A loud screech echoed throughout the industrial hospital somewhere in Pentagram City. Lilith was lying down on a bed, legs apart, sweat coating her forehead. Beside her was her husband Lucifer, who put a comforting clawed hand on her shoulder.

 “Keep pushing, mon amour,” he encouraged. “It should be over very soon.”

 “That’s what you said several hours ago,” Lilith countered, her face straining. “We were so close to making it back to our comfortable home, but then…”

 She paused after catching her breath.

 “…my water broke, and now we’re at this slum of a hospital instead. With these…things to keep us company.”

 She looked at the busy imps nearby with disdain in her yellow eyes. One of them was busy administering medication into her lower back to ease the pain. Two others stood close to her legs, ready to deliver the child.

 “My privacy invaded, just before my midnight photoshoot,” she muttered. “At least I haven’t changed into my nicest dress yet.”

 She was wearing a crimson long red dress with black zebra-like stripes running diagonally down the front. Another dress was neatly folded in a nearby suitcase. She blew a strand of her long blonde hair away from her pale face. Her signature long red horns protruded from her head. Her black crown of thorns was nettled in her leather purse on a side chair.

 Lucifer was wearing his traditional white and red dress suit with a black bow tie below his neck and fancy long white pants. A large white top hat nested over his blonde slicked hair. A purple snake and a red apple were also on the hat. His cane had a matching red apple on the top. His skin was pale white, his eyes were yellow, and his cheeks had red blushes on them.

 Lilith sighed, already concerned with her upcoming tasks for the week. Besides modeling and negotiating with elite officials, she was a singer of a band called Resist. “When I’m done with this, I’m going to have to come up with another song for Resist. Maybe something called, “Angel Anarchy.” Or “God Backwards is Dog.” “Evil’ is ‘Live’, Backwards?” Should I do a haunting solo…or try for a metal scream?”

 The contractions began again, and the demon mother wailed in pain for several minutes.

 “Make it stop, make it stop, uuuughh…” she groaned.

 Lucifer turned away slightly. He was used to hearing and seeing his opponents and victims writhe in pain, especially after his conquest of Hell many years ago.

 But seeing his wife in pain like that…

 “I’m going to be a father…I can’t believe it…”

 “It is nice to have a greater purpose in life, besides just being rulers of Hell, don’t you think?” Lilith asked.

 “I guess you’re right,” Lucifer answered. “When our child is old enough, he or she will be able to carry out our traditions and be a great ruler someday. I already picked out a boy name: Azarael, after my former friend in Heaven.”

 “I don’t know,” Lilith countered. “It reminds me of those bastard angels too much.”

 “Eldritch, then.” He suggested. “It means “old ruler.” Our last name means “fierce warrior.”

  “Absolutely not,” Lilith argued. “What good would it be to have our child named after the last name of our rivals? How about a girl’s name instead? Something like…Vivienne! It means “alive.”

 Lilith looked at him. “Have you looked into our ancestry books at the library again?”

 “I have to find something to do when I’m bored,” he said. “Playing instruments and polka is wonderful, but sometimes I need some ideas.”

 Lucifer was still too embarrassed to admit that he was bad at playing the guitar and keyboard.

 “Do these ideas involve rooms besides our grand library?”

 Lucifer grinned and playfully winked. “Maybe they do.”

 “Remember when we met at that concert for the first time?” Lilith asked, taking deep breaths, trying to ignore the lingering pain.

 “Oh yes,” Lucifer said, nostalgia in his eyes. “I’ve never heard anyone sing as beautifully as you did that night.”

 “And then we went to the Damnation Bar several days later after Krampus came along for the holidays?”

 “Yep, I remember. Stupid old me got into a drinking contest with Beezelbub. You were drinking blood red wine and laughing your head off.”

 “You did look pretty silly dancing on the countertop when you thought you had won the contest.” She let out a soft musical laugh.

 Lucifer rolled his eyes. “But I did though! That Fly Lord cheated by flying around and gulping down several glasses in all six hands. I almost destroyed him too, but the room was spinning too much.”

 Lilith smiled. “The best part was when you went through your drunken phase. You massacred a group of demons because you thought they worked for Jesus.”

 “And we had tons of fun back at home,” he admitted with a sultry look.

 “It was both pleasure-inducing and equal,” Lilith added. “Unlike my terrible first intimate encounter with that stubborn Adam. I did love being on top at the very end!”

“Ooookay,” said a nearby imp out loud. “I think I’ve heard enough for now. How about I check to see what’s going on in there…”

 The imp male adjusted an emerging bald head and Lilith seethed. “You touch me like that again, and I’ll use your entrails for a necklace!”

 “What’re you gonna do? Charge me for rape? I’m just lucky to have a job in general, but that doesn’t mean I have to enjoy it. Of all the snobby patients I’ve worked with…”

 A flick of Lucifer’s fingers caused the imp to explode in a mess of blood and organs. A dragon demon with a doctor’s coat peered in.

 “Clean that up,” he mentioned to another imp with a mop. As the janitor imp did his work, a red-faced female imp arrived into the room. She peered over at the ultrasound.

 After half an hour, the contractions began again, this time, more intense.

  “Non, non…merde!” she swore.  Lilith pushed long and hard, gripping onto the side of the bed.

 Lucifer and the imps comforted her over her yells.

 Then at last…the bald baby’s head emerged from between her legs, the head covered in blood. The placenta soon followed.

 “It’s a girl!” announced the imp.

 After the baby was cleaned, the imp placed the infant into Lilith’s arms. Lucifer and Lilith both cried with joy.

 “She has your horns,” Lucifer remarked, watching as small red horns shot from her head, then retreated back in.

 “And your face,” Lilith added.

 Sure enough, the girl had the same rosy cheeks and pale face as her father. Stubs of white fangs were already peeking out from her gums.

 “You know what?” Lilith asked. “I think I found the perfect name for her.”

 “I think I do, too.”

 “Charlotte,” they both said out loud.

 “Congratulations, you too,” said the female imp, who began running some diagnostics. “Part angel, part demon,” she mentioned, after a DNA test.

 “Very powerful indeed,” Lucifer said with satisfaction. “She will make a great Princess someday. Charlotte the Great.”

 When the family got home, Lilith placed Charlie in a comfy crib in the upstairs room. Charlie wailed and cried, not wanting to go to sleep.

 “I have an idea,” said Lucifer. He snapped his fingers.

 Two small animated snakes soon hung above her crib. They spun in slow circles on a mobile. Charlie stared mesmerized, even reaching out a small hand to pet their lavender heads. Lilith opened a window where the screams of victims and the roars of fires could be heard. Lucifer’s haunting lullaby added to the dark ambience.

  “Rock-a-bye baby in the dark pit

When the corpses rot, the flames will be lit

Writhing in pain as life slips away

Never seeing again the bright light of day”

 Little Charlie was soon fast asleep.

 Lilith gently kissed her daughter on her forehead. “Sweet nightmares, my darling.”

   Many years later, Lucifer was dragging a young Charlie over to a large room for her piano and music lessons.

 “Daddy,” she cried, “I don’t wanna go!” The young girl was wearing a black skirt, a nice white shirt with a black bow tie and black tap dancing shoes. She clutched one of her demon dolls in her hand.

 “It is important that you learn the proper techniques of playing and singing traditional songs.”

 “But I wanna sing my own songs!” the child protested, her short curly blonde hair bouncing up and down.

 “We can’t get what we want all the time,” said her father. “If you want to make a good impression on our people, then practice is the first step. Particularly at such a young age.”

 Charlie pouted as she walked into an ornate room with a black grand piano in the center. Her music teacher was a plump woman with peacock feathers in her black hair, teal skin, and a dress of sequins.

 Her instructor led her through several songs on the piano. Charlie’s shaking fingers struggled to hit the right keys at the right time. She flinched every time she made a mistake.

 At one point, she got so frustrated, that she transformed into her demonic self and sang one of her songs in a fury. Standing up and spreading out her hands, she lifted up the grand piano and threw it into the air. The instrument landed on her music teacher with a large crash. The demon teacher gasped and then her body went still.

 Charlie covered her mouth with her hands as a tense silence filled the space.

 “Oh, I’m sorry…I didn’t mean it…I just didn’t want to play anymore…”

 She glanced nervously at her father. But instead of anger, her father was crying tears of joy.

 “Oh my dear Charlotte, I’m so proud of you! You did a splendid job.”

 Feeling relieved, Charlie beamed and embraced her father.

 As the years went by, Charlie went through lessons on dining etiquette, manners, demonology history, music history, and politics. She learned Latin and all the ancient languages.

  During one quiet day, a young Charlie frolicked in the brown grass, while bare trees reached for the beige polluted sky. She wore a dress of white and dull lavender, with a matching colored sunhat with a pink bow on her head. She smiled as she sat down on her knees. A bunch of small red daisies dotted the field and she picked them up one by one. She held a bundle of them in her hands and sniffed their sweet scent. She heard a familiar voice nearby.

 “I never knew that natural beauty could exist in this place.”

 Charlie turned to see her mother walk gracefully through the grass. Her corset-like dress was light brown down the front, with long white sleeves and a dark brown top covering her shoulders and neck. Black gloves covered her fidgeting hands. A brown sun hat with a black spider and web on top nestled over her long blonde hair.

 Lilith knelt down beside her daughter in the grass.

 “Isn’t it wonderful, Mommy?” the young girl asked. “A whole bunch of flowers here for us to enjoy. Most of the demons here don’t appreciate the small things in life.”

 “That’s true,” Lilith replied.

 A strange sadness appeared in her eyes, which were yellow with black sclera.

 Charlie looked over. “What’s wrong, Mommy?”

 “Oh, it’s nothing, Charlotte,” she replied.

 “Do you think I’ll be able to make friends?” Charlie asked. “It seems like not many people want to be my friend. They don’t even care that I’m a so called princess.”

 Lilith tried to find a way to comfort her.

 “Well, you’re always optimistic, positive in almost any situation. And you’re quite tough as well. No one has messed around with you.”

 “Like Daddy, said, ‘don’t take any shit from demons.’ What shouldn’t I take from them, exactly?”

 “Oh for Satan’s sake,” Lilith murmured.

 “Huh?” Charlie asked.

 “Nothing,” she said, waving a hand. “It just means be careful who you trust. Some may want to be your friend, but others are…wary. We’re the most influential family in Hell and we strive for chaotic order.”

 “Meaning like having parties and singing songs and stuff?”

 Lilith hesitated. “Well…yeah, if you wish.”

 Charlie beamed. “Oh, that’s wonderful! I bet we will do a great job for our new friends. Thanks, mommy!”

 Charlie embraced her mother and then ran around happily in the park.

 There was no point in Lilith telling her what was really on her mind. That Hell was no place for happiness and innocent fun. That many demons feared their family and envied them, like it was supposed to be.

 That Charlie would always be powerful and different…being part angel and part demon…and never living a previous mortal life.  

 “Souls Inside Monsters”

 “Charlotte, it’s almost time for the show to begin. Hurry on down!”

 A young teen demon was sitting in front of a mirror decorated with yellow eyes with black pupils along the elegant rim. She put on a dash of red lipstick while her two goat dolls, Razzle and Dazzle fixed her hair. The goat demon twins were dolls that had been brought to life for Charlie in order to serve as her bodyguards, musicians, and attendants.

 “Dad!” called the blond-haired princess from inside her room, “I told you to call me Charlie! Charlotte sounds too…strange.”

 “Well that’s your name, you should be used to it by now.”

 Charlie rolled her eyes and stared at her reflection: golden yellow eyes, a ghost white face with red blushes off to the side of her cheeks, razor sharp fangs when she smiled. She was so excited, she could barely sit still.

 When her attendants were done, she stood up to admire herself and her outfit. A candy red pinstriped dress nearly touched the floor and felt slightly tight around her waist. An enchanted light purple snake was wrapped around her waistline, both serving as decoration and self-defense in case of grabby onlookers. It was very similar to the snake that her father Lucifer kept around his white top hat (though both were protective of their owners thanks to Lucifer’s magic). Spider web leggings covered her pale legs and on her feet were black tap-dancing shoes. Finally, Charlie wore a black spiked crown with a red apple gem in the center.

 “My 150th birthday!” she exclaimed, doing several happy jumps. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for a while.”

 Indeed, it had been 150 years since she had been born in Hell to the king and queen. Unlike humans, the demons hardly aged at all, or if they did, it was a very slow process. (Then again, they were already dead, so it didn’t really matter.)

 But Charlie had heard of the interesting human tradition they called “birthdays” on Earth. She insisted to her parents they had to celebrate hers once a year.

 While Lucifer had been reluctant, Lilith agreed.

 “We can’t participate in that foolish human tradition,” Lucifer argued. “Especially since we aren’t alive and our people are supposed to be suffering twenty four, seven.”

 “If it makes our daughter happy, then so be it,” she said. “Besides, no one else has to know. It’ll be one of our traditions.”

 “Very well,” he said. “But since Charlie gets a special day of her own, why don’t we make some days special for us…if you know what I mean.”

 He gave her a devilish wink and she grinned in return. “A special day for domination…I’m up for that.”

 Charlie had then entered the room, asking “What’re you talking about?” and the topic was changed.

 “So, about that meeting with the other overlords?” Lilith asked her husband.

 “As usual, I warned them they needed to know their place.”

 Rolling her eyes, Charlie soon left to play the grand piano.

  “Are you coming or not?” Lucifer asked, snapping her back to reality.

 “I’m ready!” she called, opening the door.

  There was her father in front of her, smiling his nearly ever-present grin. Lilith walked over to stand beside him, wearing an elegant red dress and her usual black crown between her red horns on her head. She had blond hair even longer than Charlie’s and was taller than Lucifer.

 “Oh Charlie,” exclaimed her mother in a soft voice, “You look so beautiful! You remind me of myself when I was your age.”

 Charlie embraced her mother in a happy hug. “Come on, now,” Lilith said, letting go and beckoning her to come forward. “Our guests are waiting.”

 The “guests” were actually some of Lucifer’s snakes which he reluctantly enchanted to take on the appearances of…

 “Disney Princesses and Harry Potter wizards,” Lucifer muttered in disgust. “It could’ve been wounded demons sprawling in pain on the ground like in the past…”

 Charlie walked down the curving staircase down to the lobby of her family’s mansion. The “princesses” smiled and waved at her and some threw flower petals to her (which were actually dried scales dyed pink.)

 “You know how much she doesn’t like that,” Lilith mentioned. Charlie took the stage and began to sing.

 “But those enchantments aren’t even real,” he said. “It’s one of the ways to prepare her for her future duties as Hell’s princess.”

 “And what’s the other way?”

 Lucifer whispered into his wife’s ear and her eyes widened in both delight and hesitation.

 “Ooooh that’s right. Today is also that day.”

 “Surely she will enjoy getting a glimpse of what happens out in the world,” Lucifer smiled.

 “But…what if it’s too much for her?”

 “Too, much?” Lucifer asked. “She’s 150 now. She has to be ready. It’s a growing up right of passage that cannot wait any longer.”

 They watched Charlie take a bow as her doll demons clapped.

 “Trust me,” said Lucifer. “She’ll be delighted to witness her first…”

 “Cake!” Charlie squealed. “Oh my Satan, that’s amazing!”

 A devil’s food cake was rolled and set on a table in front of her. It had chocolate frosting (per her request), spidery snakes on the top and a fat red apple candle.

 After singing to her in their deep hellish voices saved for certain occasions, Charlie pointed her clawed finger at the candle and the flame shot into the air, bursting into red apple fireworks. The noise spooked the apparitions and the regular snakes appeared once more.

For the first half of the private party, Charlie entertained her parents by demonstrating her dancing skills up on stage. For Charlie, dancing and singing weren’t just hobbies: they were methods to express her deepest feelings that she couldn’t put into words. Razzle played the grand piano and Dazzle played a violin as Charlie sang.

 As the day neared its end, the clock outside rang out twelve times. In the past years, Charlie would head upstairs to her room to watch musicals while her parents went outside for some “entertainment.” Now this time, Charlie would get a chance to be with her parents.

 “It’s a special surprise, sweetie,” said Lucifer. “Since it’s a big day for you, I’d like you to follow us.”

 He said it as if it were an order. Feeling bewildered, but still very excited, Charlie let her parents led her up the elevator and toward the uppermost balcony. Razzle and Dazzle followed close behind.

 Soon, the group walked onto the balcony that overlooked the crimson sky and dark clouds of hell.

 Charlie stared out into the distance as the clock tower rang one last time.

 “I don’t see anything,” she said. “Are we waiting for fireworks? Or a rainbow?”

 “Silly Charlotte,” said her mother with a smile. “You’re about to witness something even better than those things.”

 “A spectacle that you’ll gladly remember for years into your rule,” her father added.

 Charlie smiled wide, until seeing a speck of something in the distance. It looked like a circle of white light that slowly grew larger into the shape of a portal.

 “Huh?” she asked.

 Lucifer smiled. “Charlotte, welcome to your first Extermination.”

 A swarm of dark flying creatures burst out of the portal. The shadowy figures rained down on the city below. Charlie looked closer and could see they had black feathery wings, dark curved horns and glowing white halos on their heads. Each one carried variations of spears, harpoons and other weapons in their hands.

 “What are those things?” she asked.

 “They’re angels,” said her mother.

 “Angels?” she asked. “You mean like the ones in human myths?”

 “No, dear,” said Lucifer, his grin wide. “These are no myths.”

 All of a sudden, one flew close by and Charlie reeled back in fright. The angel that glided past had an LED mask on with a large sinister grin and an x over its right eye. The angel threw the spear in his hand, and the weapon struck a large parrot-like demon in the heart. The bird let out a shrill squawk as it plummeted to the ground.

 Charlie glanced down at the streets and let out a sharp gasp.

 Down below, demons of all shapes and sizes scattered from the onslaught of Exterminators descending on them like hungry vultures. A demon with three heads was unfortunate enough to have a harpoon struck through all his heads, causing the creature to collapse. Two other angels were choking a red dragon demon, the creature’s eye bulging. Two hellhounds whined in pain as electricity from another spear struck them both in the backs. The bipedal canines crashed to the ground and did not move again.

 Nothing but screams, robotic laughter, and carnage. The longer she watched, the more frightened Charlie became. Soon, the rotten stench of death filled her nostrils.

 She glanced back at her parents casually watching the show from their chairs like it was a musical.

 Tears sprang from Charlie’s eyes.

 “What is all this?! Why are you showing me this?”

 “It’s a yearly extermination to reduce the population of sinners once a year,” explained Lilith. It was like she was talking about the weather.

 “Those are our people!” she cried. “And you’re just letting this happen?!”

 “There’s no need to act so brash,” Lucifer scolded. “It’s just a natural way of ensuring that evil gets a through cleansing.”

 “Cleansing? This is murder!”

 “Sadly, it’s a necessary act,” Lilith added.

 “As you know, I was once an angel,” said Lucifer. “I was banished down here and was nearly killed, myself. But then God, the angels and myself came to an agreement. The Exterminators could kill citizens in Hell once every year, while we, the royal family, would be left alone. It does make sense, considering we are the most powerful individuals down here.”

 Charlie took several ragged breaths. “What’s so special about us? What about them?!” She pointed down toward the fleeing demons rushing into cars, stores, and even dumpsters to try and get away. Down over at the poor section of Imp City, the imps were even less lucky. The ones who could escape were ones with enough proficiency to create small portals or to shapeshift into Exterminators to trick them.

 “This is Hell, Charlotte,” Lucifer said, eyes narrowing in frustration. “Suffering is what those lowlife scum deserve to experience. Just be lucky that we don’t have to deal with that.”

 “Vaggie,” Charlie breathed almost in a whisper, already concerned about her friend.

 “Now stop fooling around and embrace this momentous occasion,” said Lucifer.

 “The future?” Charlie asked softly to herself.

 “Remember in the future, you’ll eventually need to marry and produce a worthy heir to the throne,” Lucifer added.

 “No,” Charlie muttered after several moments.

 “Excuse me?” asked Lucifer, eyebrows raised.

 “No!” she cried, tears running down her face. Her eyes turned red and her long horns emerged from her head. “I’m not gonna sit here and let more of my people die. I can’t believe you hid this from me all these years!”

 Charlie summoned Razzle and Dazzle and the two goats lifted her up and carried her down to the streets.

 “Get back here at once!” Lucifer bellowed.

 Ignoring her father, Charlie landed down on the cracked asphalt, nearly stepping on a severed horned demon head. Razzle and Dazzle hovered nearby.

She saw three angels corner a frightened cat demon with a spotted brown face who held her paws up. Spears pointed toward her head and heart, the feline gave one last sorrowful meow.

 “Hey!” Charlie bellowed in her demonic voice. She was seeing red. Her black shoes clacked against the pavement. “Stay away from my people!”

 The three angels slowly turned toward her at the same time, their eyes glowing red and teeth spread out when spotting her. The cat demon scurried up the wall with her claws and leaped from roof to roof out of sight.

 Flames receding from her body, horns shrinking back, Charlie backed up in fear and gulped as the angels advanced, their weapons at the ready. Razzle and Dazzle shuddered and held on tightly to Charlie’s hands. Just as the angels threw the spears and Charlie closed her eyes…

 She heard a sickening thud.

 The spears had struck a pair of black fiery wings. The spears vanished in flames before flaming swords materialized out of thin air. The angels were struck by the swords, causing them to back up.

 Lucifer’s eyes were red, his temporary black wings made from his enchanted snakes merged together.

 “Leave!”

 His demonic voice could stop the heartbeats of an entire group.

 Charlie slowly stood up once the angels had retreated and stared into Lucifer’s glowing red eyes. He slowly turned his head toward her. Though he was furious with her, she could see a small tear roll down his cheek before being evaporated by the heat.

 “If you ever do something foolish like that again, I’ll make sure you never leave our mansion. You will be grounded until this place freezes over. Do you understand?!”  

 Charlie nodded with a fearful whimper at his low voice and glowing red eyes.

 “You will accept your role, whether you like it or not!”

 Charlie glanced over toward a group of demons and gasped. As her father raised his hand toward her, something inside Charlie stirred. A peculiar feeling in her temple, just between her eyes began to tingle with warmth. It was almost as if time stood still.

 When Charlie stared hard at the three homeless demons from a distance, she could almost see their faces briefly morph into their formerly human ones from their past lives: a white skinned bearded man with a bottle of alcohol in his hand, a mother with a cut-up face in torn prostitute clothing, a sobbing blonde boy in the mother’s lap just learning how to use a gun…

 Before Charlie could say anything, a glowing magenta pentagram surrounded her and she was transported back to her room with Razzle and Dazzle.

  Charlie eventually met Vaggie, a moth demon who would soon become her best friend, and girlfriend. Vaggie was a hell of a better friend than the bully snob Helsa back in Hell high school. Her parents weren’t too pleased that Charlie and the high class Seviathan broke up, claiming that Charlie would have been much better off dating a fellow Hell Born. Charlie became more distant from her family as she encouraged herself to pursue things on her own.

 As selfish as the green Seviathan was, Charlie still missed his elegance and charming personality. Dancing with him at prom in a pink dress was a special moment for her. If only his sister weren’t such a bitch…

 “Hi, I’m Charlie!” the princess said.

 “I’m Vaggie,” the young girl said shyly. Vaggie had long white hair and a pink ‘X’ over her left eye. Her overall appearance was goth-like. Her sclera was light pink and she wore a white mini-dress. Her left stocking had pink stripes while her right stocking was navy blue. There was even a pink bow in her hair. The two friends grew closer as time went on. Vaggie even gathered the courage to share how she died one Halloween night.

 “It was back in 2014,” she said. “I was a regular Latino human who was fascinated by bugs and the supernatural. Punching asshole guys and slicing their nuts off was super fun. You know, black guys and white guys insulting my culture and all, I just wasn’t having it.”

 She continued. “People thought I was weird, but I didn’t give a fuck. My black father, Valentino…he was a pimp, very nasty man. He made me become a prostitute. It wasn’t very enjoyable, but I did manage to earn some money for my family. I was in love with this cute girl in my class, but this guy who claimed he was my boyfriend didn’t like that. He kept calling me a butch bitch and wouldn’t leave me alone. One night, on my way home from a punk rock concert, he appeared behind me and slammed me against the wall. He tore off my bra, pulled down my pants and…”

 Her breath caught in her throat. Tears fell from her eyes. “His friends were standing there too…they just laughed at my naked form. He went into me over and over, and over again!”

 She buried her face in her hands, as Charlie held her tightly.

 “I’m so sorry, Vaggie,” she said quietly.

 “Not only that,” she stuttered between sobs, “he stabbed me here…”

 She pointed to her left eye…

 “…and here…”

 She mentioned to her breasts…

 “…and finally set the rest of me on fire.”

 Charlie was crying too, sharing her friend’s pain. Death by a gang rape…a horrible fate. “I can’t imagine what’s that’s like. To go through that…and being a human…”

 “Well, I’m not a human anymore,” she said, wiping away her tears. “I’m a demon stuck in this hellhole. There’s a good reason I don’t trust men…I never trusted them when I was alive. Don’t even get me started on my abusive father. I would’ve be surprised if he was still here in Hell, parading around with his big ass ego.”

 Charlie sat and listened, providing a source of comfort for her friend.

 “That’s Entertainment: Present Day”

 Both of Charlie’s parents envisioned their daughter as an asset to the family business. They hoped that by encouraging demons to remain in fear and respect of their family, that no conflicts would arise.

 But then, Charlie proposed something radical, unexpected…and even dangerous. She wanted to create the Happy Hotel as a place for sinners to redeem themselves. Lucifer thought it was a joke at first. Charlie had laughed and explained her plan.

 “Isn’t it brilliant?” she asked, a smile on her face. She stood in the living room of their elegant home. “This could be the solution we need that could benefit everyone.”

 Charlie pointed at her diagram behind her, which showed colored rainbows and dancing demons drawn in crayons. Her father was not amused and her mother was skeptical.

 “How would running a hotel cause the demons to change so fast?” he asked. “Your plan is impractical and downright ridiculous.”

 “What makes you think this idea will work?” asked Lilith.

 “Glad you asked,” said Charlie. She cleared her throat, opened her mouth wide and stood on a table.

  Lucifer held up a hand.

 “No singing necessary.”

 Charlie let out a sigh and hoped down. “If the demons could become good people who give up their bad habits, just think how much better this world would be. Heaven wouldn’t need to exterminate the population year after year. Crime rates would drop, gambling and drugs would become afterthoughts. Who knows? Maybe those reformed enough could leave to live better afterlives!”

 “Leave?!” asked Lucifer. “You do realize that demons were sent here for a reason. If they were to change their ways, then our economy and society would crumble. Even worse, there would be revolts, riots.”

  Charlie stared with curiosity. “What’s bad about that?”

 “It’d put our family and legacy at risk!” Lucifer replied. “Our livelihood depends on preserving tradition and establishing a chaotic order, if you will.”

 “Our legacy could change for the better,” Charlie countered. “No more killings and despair for everyone. You may not think that anyone cares about purges, but I know that there are families out there who have lost beloved members due to those purges.”

 “Me and the other demons do care about the purges,” Lucifer stated. “Which is why it would only get worse if demons decided to change.”

 Lilith put a comforting hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “Charlotte, I understand that you’re trying hard to do what’s best for Hell. I, too, wish things could have been different. Unfortunately, things are the way they are. It can’t be helped. Why make matters worse to begin with?”

 Tears started to fall from Charlie’s’ golden eyes. “Why aren’t you guys listening to me?”

 She pulled away. “If all of us want better lives here free from killings…”

 She pointed to her drawing of the Happy Hotel on a piece of paper,

“…then this is the only way to make it happen.”

 Lucifer crossed his arms, his eyes glowing red. “You will, under no circumstances, open that hotel.”

  Charlie’s fangs grew slightly longer. “I have to try!”

 Lilith sighed softly, looking back and forth as her family members argued.

 Charlie took several deep breaths and placed her hand over her heart. “I know there’s good in every demon here. They just need to be reminded of their potentials, their purposes.”

 “The purpose of demons,” said Lucifer with a glare, “is to suffer in damnation forever. None of them can be redeemed, that’s just who they are. The sooner you realize that, the better.”

 Charlie groaned out loud in frustration. “I refuse to believe that!”

 Lucifer sighed. “I know I can’t change your beliefs, but I’m still in charge. As king, I forbid you to…”

 “La la la! Can’t hear you!” Charlie called, covering her ears.

 “Now you’re just being childish,” said Lilith. “I’d send you to your room, but you’re 170 years old.”

 “I feel like I’m 17 instead.”

 “Age doesn’t matter,” said Lucifer. “Our legacy does, however. I will not allow you to drag it through the mud.”

 “Then I’ll just create a new one!” said Charlie. Anger flooded her head and spread through her arms. Sparks of electricity danced around her clawed fingers. Charlie backed up from the living room and entered a long hallway. Her father followed.

 Lilith stepped back and cussed under her breath. She knew a fight was coming on, and it wasn’t going to be pretty.

 Charlie summoned balls of fire from her palms. Lucifer summoned his staff into his hand, a long black one with a red apple on top. The fireballs shot from Charlie’s hands but her father made them vanish on the spot with a wave of his hand. Charlie jumped into the air, ready to attack. Using his staff, Lucifer created a hole that dropped Charlie to a farther spot down the hall.

 “I hate portals,” Charlie muttered.

 Closing her eyes, Charlie conjured a flaming unicorn and hopped onto its back.

 “For cupcakes and rainbows!” she shouted as she galloped forward toward her father down the hall.

 “Enough of this!” he yelled. He shot a band of red energy at the unicorn, destroying it. Charlie tumbled to the ground, and then righted herself. Her entire body was then engulfed in flames, her red straight horns growing from her head. A volley of flames spread from her in every direction, breaking several windows and nearby vases. One painting depicting humans being thrown into a lake of lava crumbled to ash.

 Lilith came into the room and gasped. “Charlotte!” she scolded. “That painting cost 240 souls to purchase!”

 Ignoring her mother, Charlie danced around, avoiding her father’s attacks. “I’m sticking with my idea!”

 Lucifer held out his hand, and a glowing red pentagram appeared on the floor under Charlie’s feet. Charlie jumped into the air, only for her to be surrounded by a web of neon red vines. Charlie’s fire from her body could not burn away the sharp vines restraining her.

 “Father…let go!” she yelled.

 Lucifer walled over to her, slowly. “Be grateful that you are my daughter,” he said. “If you were anyone else who had questioned me…”

 “Lucifer,” warned Lilith from behind.

 “Listen well, Charlotte, because I won’t say this again. If you know what’s good for you, you will give up on your idea and start behaving like an adult.”

 “But I am an adult!” Charlie protested, no longer struggling. “And I’ve decided as princess to continue on with opening the hotel. It will be what’s best for us.”

 The vines around her tightened.

 Flames sparked in Lucifer’s eyes. “If you think causing a war is what’s best for us, then you are gravely mistaken. I had high hopes for you all these years. But now…you’re nothing but a failure.”

 Charlie stared in newfound shock, eyes wide. Lilith, too, instantly grew concerned. She felt a stabbing pain inside her that had nothing to do with the vines.

 Failure.

Failure.

Failure.

 That was all she ever seemed to be in her father’s eyes.

 She thought back to her rivals, Helsa and Katie Killjoy. Helsa was a woman with gray skin and octopus tentacles for hair. She had been Charlie’s rival since they were little.

 “You and your family are an utter disgrace,” she had said, flaunting her pink fur jacket, dark skirt and high heeled boots. “You’re a naïve fool with such airheaded ideas. How I’d love to see you humiliated and my family reach the top.”

  And then there was Katie Killjoy, who was potentially even worse. Homophobic and self-centered, she cared only about her appearance and good ratings on the news.

 “You call yourself a princess,” she had scoffed, blowing a cigarette, “but you’re scum, just like everyone else.”

 Charlie willed for her memories to go away. Since the beginning, Charlie had felt like an outsider.

 Lilith stepped forward and destroyed the vines with a wave of her hand. Everyone took shaking breaths and became silent for a moment. Charlie’s horns retracted back into her head, and the flames dwindled and disappeared around her body. Charlie was free and she promptly stomped away, head lowered.

 Lucifer spoke in a booming voice that echoed throughout the room. “We will come back to this!”

 “Charlotte, do not go outside yet!” Lilith warned before Charlie was out of sight.

 Charlie stared out the window into the crimson sky of Hell. Lilith was right to be concerned about the outside world. To Charlie’s horror, the purge was underway. Robotic angels with sinister smiles and red Xs for eyes swooped down and stabbed any demon that they could find. They were immune to demonic magic, as shown when one green eel-like demon tried in vain to push back an angel with his magic. One stab to the eel’s chest brought the monster to the ground, lifeless.

 Charlie let out a yelp as something went flying toward her. A bat demon was thrown hard against the window pane and its body slid down the glass pane before falling. Dark blood was left behind, streams flowing down like thick syrup trails. An Exterminator slowly turned its head toward Charlie. She gasped in fright, moving out of sight with her back against the wall.

 She wished that her girlfriend Vaggie were with her to comfort her. She had met the emo-like, misandrist woman back when they were very young. They were childhood friends whose friendship developed into something deeper. Complementary opposites, Vaggie’s no-nonsense personality kept Charlie grounded in reality…sometimes.  

 Charlie often wondered…could there be a better place for demons? Heaven was inaccessible and only for the elite and those who met strict qualifications. Hell was overpopulated with people…some were evil for sure…but others just made mistakes.

 Those lucky enough to forego Heaven and Hell went to a limbo place where there was dark nothingness…at least that what her father claimed after eavesdropping on humans during his fall to Hell.

 Could that really be it? If the angels were to kill everyone, would the victims just cease to exist? Would those formerly lost humans serve no purpose other than suffering in their afterlives?

 She tried to imagine what mortals might be feeling. She didn’t know very much, but she figured that they had the same desires as herself.

 “Should I really keep going? Should I try to provide more opportunities for the people here? What if I really am a failure?”

 It seemed like forever, but eventually, a deathly silence announced that the purge had ended. The numbers below a clock tower read 365 days until the next purge. Charlie slowly walked outside onto a balcony. She couldn’t bring herself to look at the carnage down below.

 Among the broken weapons and corpses, “Fuck you, Heaven!” was written in red on a nearby wall. “Cleanse!” was scribbled on posters of an Exterminator. Up in the sky, a lone planet with a red pentagram loomed overhead. More signs displayed advertisements, porn, drugs, and drinks. In a shadier part of town, large red signs read “Punishment,” and “Your days are numbered.” A demon with the head of a bull picked up a fallen head from the ground and loaded it into his shopping cart of other heads. Casino signs flashed in the darkness and faint music pounded from strip clubs.

Tears fell freely from Charlie’s yellow eyes. Her long blond hair fluttered in the breeze. She wore a black bow tie, black suspenders, and a white shirt under her pink tuxedo.

 Charlie lifted her finger into the air and colorful fireworks boomed in the sky. The fireworks signaled that it was safe. Another sign read “demon” in white letters. The denizens slowly opened their windows and peered out. More demons came out from their hiding places. A couple of demons poked their heads out of the windows, one of them a red demon with two eyes and horns, smoking.

 Feeling free to express herself, the demon princess sang her lament.

 “At the end of the rainbow, there’s happiness

And to find it, how often I’ve tried

But my life is a race

Just a wild goose chase

And my dreams have all been denied”

 “A ray of hope in this world of black

I wish the world to be free of sin

But no matter hard I try

I can’t get by

I never seem to win”

  “Why have I always been a failure?

What can the reason be?

I wonder if the world’s to blame

I wonder if it could be me”

 “I’m always chasing rainbows

Watching clouds drifting by

My schemes are just like my dreams

Ending in the sky”

 “Some fellows look and find the sunshine

I always look and find the rain

Some fellows make a winning sometimes

I never even make the game

Believe me”

 “Will this world be a better place?

Or will loss never go away?

The choices I face, me, a disgrace

Loss of hope here to stay”

  “I’m always chasing rainbows

Watching clouds drifting by

My schemes are just like my dreams

Ending in the sky”

  “I’m always chasing rainbows

Waiting to find a little bluebird

In vain.”

 Lilith opened up red curtains and watched the fireworks with a passive scowl on her face. She appeared to have long white hair, pink sclera eyes with white pupils and makeup on her face. Behind her was Lucifer sitting on a chair in shadow, eyes glowing red. There was also a black spider Overlord sipping wine, and another shadow overlord shaped like a dinosaur. A large building read “Porn Studios” on it in lit up letters. The roof was decorated with strings of lights and a life-like figure of a red demon women in promiscuous clothing.

 Inside the studio sat three influential Overlords, commonly known as the three Vs. Vox, the television demon had a flat screen TV for a head and wore a black suit decorated with thin vertical blue lines. The center of the suit was decorated with red and black stripes. Vox wore a black top hat on his head with a teal Wi-Fi symbol on it. His eyes were red and his shark-like teeth were light blue.

 Next to Vox was a small woman named Velvet, the doll demon of social media. She had dark gray skin and had long ponytails of magenta and dark magenta hair on her head. Her eyes were pink with white irises and black pupils. She wore a party dress of white, black and pink, the bottom of the dress decorated with pink hearts and lace.

 Finally there was the moth pimp Valentino, the porn studio owner. He had lavender-gray skin, black antennas, and pink eyes and teeth. He wore a red coat and had white fluff decorated with little hearts on it. Pink heart shaped sunglasses outlined in yellow were over his eyes.

 Velvet happily took a picture of herself and Vox, much to the TV demon’s annoyance. Velvet eagerly tapped on her phone with a big smile on her face.

 Valentino looked at his cell phone in annoyance.

 Valentino: Did you get my money, Angie Baby?

Angelo Dust: I’m wittha John now. I don’t get why this needed to happen so soon after the extermination, tho. Boss.

Valentino: Just do it. No sass. K sugar.

Angel Dust: Yes, Val.

 A bunch of imps dressed in top hats and round ladies’ hats feasted on a bloody body after a demon with a messy mane pulled out an angelic spear to sell on the black market. Beside her was an emotionless scientist Annie with long white hair and round red glasses dressed in a white lab coat. She was recording deaths and the number of weapons on a clipboard for Xirxine Labs.

 Rosie was a bird-like Overlord, elegantly dressed in a magenta dress under her long black neck. She had pitch black eyes, light skin and short lavender hair like a demonic Mary Poppins. She wore a matching wide-brimmed ladies’ hat with skulls and black roses on it. Born in Hell and appearing like a 20th century woman, she was a cruel CEO who used her workers’ wages for her lavish lifestyle. With a grin, she crossed out “Franklin” on a pink sign that read “Franklin and Rosie’s Emporium.”

 A brown furry demon plucked another demon’s head off the ground and put in a grocery cart full of other demon heads. More demons wondered around, including a smoking demon, a teen demon and a demon with a striped suit appearing out of nowhere. The Jackpot Hotel and Devil’s Diner were nearby.

 As Charlie cried, the clock tower rang out and the counter read “365 days til next cleanse.” A shadow painting of a figure was on the bottom of the tower, along with concert posters. “Lilith in concert” was displayed on a few posters.

  “The Spider In Kinky Boots”

 A blue demon with many arms fell to the ground with a yell. The demon had red eyes and stood up. It looked at itself in amazement. “I’m alive! I’m alive!” A car ran over the demon, as blood splattered everywhere. The car pulled to a stop and a demon got out.

 He was a tall white spider demon, his face and body white and furry. Light pink spots decorated his face and dark pink spots were under his pink eyes. The spots were reminiscent of extra spider eyes. A pink heart was on the back of his head. He wore a pink and white striped suit and high bright pink heeled boots. Pink gloves covered four of his hands. The demon also wore a black bow tie under his neck and a little black choker on his thin neck.

 He was Angel Dust, formerly Anthony when he was alive. He had died of an overuse of PCP, a.k.a. angel dust, hence his name. He was Hell’s number one porn star, and a common participant in the many violent wars over territory that frequently occurred. Angel was part of an Italian mafia family that had lived in New York in the early 1900s. The bubbly Molly was his younger sister, Arackniss was his black furry brother, and the grey Henroin was his father. Aranea, his mother, was nowhere to be found. Now here he was in Hell, working under the harsh command of his pimp boss Valentino.

 Angel rested his elbow on the open car door, slicking his fur back on his head. A gold fang was visible. Being a spider demon, he had multiple arms. His left eye was black with a pink pupil and his right eye was white with a pink iris.

 “Thanks for the fun time, hot stuff,” came a gruff voice from the driver’s seat. Travis, the grey owl demon.

 “Yeah, yeah listen,” Angel said, closing the door and facing Travis, “Keep this discreet, hear me?” He briefly glanced around. “I can’t let it get out I’m offering my services to randos on the street. It was a quick cash crab, ya got that?”

 He smiled and snapped all his fingers at Travis.

 “Pfft. Whatever you say, slut!” Travis mocked with a laugh. A black and gray top hat was on his head. His left eye was black with a red heart pupil while his right eye was white with a black pupil.

 The white demon cupped his face dramatically. “Ouch, oh, such an insult!” he declared, pretending to be offended. He leaned into the open car window. Travis’ eyes shrank back and his ears flopped in fear. Angel smirked, “Let me know when you come up with something creative to call me next time, you poorly packaged sack of horse shit.”

 He poked Travis and his nose with his finger. “Tell the misses I said hi,” Angel said, blowing him a kiss before leaning back out.

 Travis rolled up the window and grumbled. “Poorly packaged…” The car flipped in the air before falling with a loud crash.

 Angel looked behind him at a store. One sign had a dripping needle that said ”blood draw” on it. A door had an upside down cross as part of the decoration. A yellow neon sign read “Beg Slut,” while a teal one read “We couldn’t think of a pun for our shop, but we sell hard drugs!” A casino flier read “Casino: just a few wins away.” A red vending machine with the word “drugs” written in white caught the spider demon’s attention. He walked over and glanced down at the options:

  Coke

Bojack

McWeedies420

Squip

Hero-in

Krunchy Krokodil

Angel Dust

 The demon pressed a button labeled “angel dust” and a white sack fell to the bottom. With a greedy smile, he took it in her hands.

 With a yoink, a gray demon snatched the bag from his hands.

 “Hey!” Angel yelled.

 “Up yours, drag show!” hollered the demon before he was crushed by a boulder.

 “Oh my god!” cried Angel, but he wasn’t worried about the crushed demon. He sadly picked up a piece of the sack.

 “My drugs! Damn it!”

 “Something Rotten”

 Angel turned around and spotted a flying metal aircraft, which was firing lasers at buildings. It looked like an industrial rocket ship made with gears and a steampunk style to it. A metal hook hung from the bottom of it. The lasers struck the buildings, which caused bright pink explosions to fill the air.

 From inside the ship, a serpent Overlord stood high above over the controls, laughing manically. Down below, his deviled egg minions stood and watched. Each of them wore black top hats pinstriped round clothing. They were called the Egg Bois.

 The room had deep purple walls, cabinets for the minions and decorations of their leader along the wall. The stairs and many of the structures on the ship depicted scales.

 The Overlord was Sir Pentious. He wore a light gray Victorian style suit with yellow vertical stripes down the front. The undershirt was yellow with a pink eye on it under a black bow tie. He had the lower body of a dark gray and yellow snake, plus a black tail with yellow stripes and pink eyes all over it. His gray top hat had a moving pink eye and a grinning mouth of fangs. He sprouted a demonic grin of sharp yellow teeth and his hood was full of pink hypnotizing eyes.

 Sir Pentious had died in 1888 in the Industrial Revolution due to machine failure and a blizzard. He worked on several inventions in London, selling them, and looking down on those of a lower status. People had called the aristocrat a “sneaky snake in the grass.” With the help of the blue anglerfish mad scientist Baxter (who had died of drowning on a boat), Sir Pentious was able to command and create his Egg Boi minions. (Baxter, the deviant Hellhound Crymini and dapper woman Mimzy were off in their own respective places.)

 Up on the platform, the serpent oriented two levers in his hands, the control button in the center displaying a pentagram design.

 “Those other cowardly sinners dare not hinder my territorial takeover! A wise decision. The power of my machines are unmatched! No other demon can compare to the likes of I!”

 One egg minion with #23 on his back added, “Gee that was pretty swell boss!”

 “Yeah!” another chimed in: #666.

 “You really showed them what for!” called a third.

 Another minion teasingly ran his fingers up the Overlord’s spine. “I like it when you shot them with your ray gun…”

 Sir Pentious punched a minion out the window and whirled around in anger. The other minions backed up. “I wish he’d shoot me with his ray gun,” a minion whispered, head lowered.

 Sir Pentious rolled his pink eyes at his minions. He turned back to the controls and grinned. Pentagram circles revealed the areas he had taken over and the other territories ahead.

 “At this rate, I will seize control of the entire west side of the Pentagram by day’s end!”

 He bragged some more. “And nothing, not a single beast in this inferno of suffering, will be able to take back this empire from my constrictive grasp!”

 As to prove his point, he grabbed a minion in his tail and tightly squeezed.

 Another minion blew a noisemaker and then popped open a blue bottle of a brown drink. The Overlord threw the minion across the room as the eggs celebrated down below. “Oh boy!” cheered one.

 “Hell will be mine!” he declared, “and everyone will know the name of Sir…”

 “Edgelord!” yelled a voice.

 “Pardon?!” Sir Pentious shot back in shock, looking around. “Who said that?!”

 He leaned in close to two of his minions, not pleased.

 “What did you just say to me, you fried chicken fetuses?!”

 The minions shook in fear.

 “Speak up!” he hissed.

 “It wasn’t us, mister boss man,” said a minion.

 Just then, an object shot through the glass at the front, creating a small hole. A small pink bomb with a black skull on the front, landed on the floor. Sir Pentious observed it for a moment…the bomb looked like a cherry…which could only mean…

 Sir Pentious flinched back, a look of terror on his face.

 The bomb exploded, covering the room in sparkles and thick red smoke.

 Sir Pentious coughed and swiped some of the smoke away.

 “You looking for a fight, old man?” a female voice challenged.

  Sir Pentious spotted his rival standing proud and casually catching another bomb in her hand: Cherri Bomb.

 The woman was towering tall in one high pink boot on her left foot, the other foot with a sock on it. She wore black pants filled with holes, along with a pink crop top with an x on the front over her left breast. Freckles dotted her face and skin. She had long strawberry blonde hair in a ponytail and a single pink eye with a white x that took up most of her white face. She spouted a grin of sharp teeth.

 Cherri had died in the 1980s in Australia, due to a bomb explosion. She was a hot-headed rebel in a more easygoing culture, always fighting for the rights of LGBTQ + individuals and the downtrodden. She loved blowing things up.

 “Why don’t you get that tinker toy bullshit off my turf before I smash it…” she declared before catching her bomb. A random barbell of metal crashed into the floor close to Cherri Bomb.

 “…more,” she finished.

 “Oh, you wanna go, missy?” Sir Pentious retorted, doing air quotes with his fingers. He flicked his hood back before opening it. “Well, I’m happy to oblige!”

 He let out another laugh as his minions closed in, holding stun guns, which crackled with yellow electricity.

 But Cherri Bomb just scoffed. With graceful leaps, she avoided the blasts and threw down another bomb. She used the cover to escape, jumping down and swinging once from the anchor at the bottom of the flying craft. Landing gracefully on the ground, she continued her assault from below.

 “Catch me if you can, snake man!” she taunted out loud.

 “Get her!” he bellowed through the red smoke, the eggs quickly running around in a frenzy.

 The minions jumped to the ground after her, the Overlord following suit. Cherri Bomb dodged a blast, grinned and picked up the minion egg. She spun around and threw the minion straight into Sir Pentious’ face. The snake threw the egg back at her, and she caught it with one hand.

 “Thanks for the gift!” Cherri called out, before cracking the egg open with an evil grin. She placed a bomb into it, then threw it back...straight into his face. Sir Pentious could only make a face of surprise before the egg blew up in pink smoke.

 “Why you little…”

 Cherri Bomb ducked as another egg sailed over her head.

 Just then, a familiar drug-addict white demon stomped on an egg minion and threw a grenade in the distance.

 “Angel!” called Cherri Bomb, happy to have her partner in crime arrive.

 “Great to see you too, sweetie!” he teased.

  Pink explosion filled the air as the fight continued.

 “Hey, thanks for the backup, Angie!” Cherri Bomb smiled as she fired a flaming red blast from a metal canon weapon toward Sir Pentious.

 Angel Dust laughed, leaning against volcanic rock as cover. He threw a grenade over his head.

 “Hahaha! Are you kiddin’? This is the best action I’ve seen in ages!”

 A pink explosion rocked the streets.

 “Where have you been anyway?” Cherri asked as she removed a fuse from another bomb. “I thought you up and died or some shit.”

 “Oh I wish,” Angel remarked as he lit another fuse and handed the bomb to his ally. “I’ve been staying at this crappy hotel on the other side of town. Some boards are lettin’ me stay rent-free if I play nice.”

 Cherri threw her bomb, then ducked beside Angel behind the rock. They both covered their ears. A column of green smoke rose into the air with a fiery whoosh.

 The duo leaped over the rock and charged at the army of egg minions. Using four arms, Angel Dust fired rapidly from a tommy gun at the minions, making some of them explode.

 He sighed, and used one of his hands to gesture. “Y’know, no fights, no pranks, no “problematic language.” Her words, not mine.”

 Angel tripped an unsuspecting minion, sending him into the air and exploding in a yellow yok mess. Angel waved a spiked club and continued firing his gun, his shadow silhouette briefly behind him. A pot shop stood in the background, with marijuana leaves near the sign.

 “These bitches are no fun!” Angel complained in frustration. Splatters of yok landed on his head and face. “I’ve been clean for two weeks!”

 “Holy shit!” Cherri Bomb yelled after avoiding a green explosion and leaping into the air, more bombs in her hands.

 Angel scooped up yok with his pink gloved finger. “Well, sorta clean.” He smashed apart another egg minion with his club. “As clean as you can get with a shitload of Bolivian marching powder.”

 Angel’s shadowy silhouette displayed sharp fangs as Cherri posed in the background. A sign read “50% off meth” above a small super market.

 A black chain wrapped tightly around Angel’s waist and chest, sending him flying backwards. Cherri Bomb gasped as her ally was pulled away. Sir Pentious threw the chained Angel hard onto the ground a distance away. The spider landed with a thud against volcanic rock.

 “Oh, harder daddy!” Angel teased with a wide smirk.

 Sir Pentious gasped, eyes tearing up. “Son?!”

 Angel Dust stared blankly, one eye raised, a look of disbelief on his face.

 Cherri Bomb rushed into action, landing a sharp kick to Sir Pentious’ back. The villain landed on the ground, then hissed threateningly. He stood up in anger.

 “You whores have no class!” he exclaimed. “In war, the side remembered is the side with the most…style.” He sprung his bow tie in emphasis.

 Cherri Bomb broke open an egg and tossed the shells aside. Angel stood up, freeing himself from the chains.

 “Or the side that ain’t dead,” Cherri added.

 “Speaking of style, is your hat like, alive or something?” asked the spider demon wiggling his fingers.

 Sir Pentious hissed. “Oh, well, that’s none of your goddamn business, now is it?”

 Angel continued, “Would that make your hat the top and you the bottom?”

 He and Cherri burst into laughter. Even a pink “loser” sign pointed at the oblivious villain. “Ooooh,” said a minion near him. “One hellish burn.” The snake slapped the egg with his hand.

 “I’m going to blow you to bits!” Sir Pentious yelled, pointing at them.

 “Hmm! Kinky!” Angel teased with a smirk.

 An advertisement displaying a plate of, sausage, eggs and a tomato slice stood halfway buried in the ground. A glowing pink sign pointing down read “pussy.” Another yellow sign read, “Sex here.”

 “Not like that! Pervert!” yelled the villain, pointing a finger. Cherri Bomb and Angel Dust held in laughter.

 Angel suddenly pushed Cherri Bomb out of the way, as an egg minion shot tendrils of claws from behind them. The claws had eyes in the center and grabbed onto Angel’s four wrists. He struggled to free himself, the cords stretching.

 Sir Pentious grinned. “Not so cocky now, are we?”

 “Y’know, you really need to watch what’s coming out of your mouth,” Angel remarked.  “I’ve been making these sex jokes this whole time!”

 A drill poked out from the ground, Angel barely avoiding it. A minion held a drill in his small hands at Angel. Two extra arms popped out from Angel’s body, holding his rifle.

 “And it’s obvious you ain’t catching on.”

 He cocked his gun. “I mean, it’s just…sad!”

 The spider jumped into the air, freeing himself and firing the gun. The laser hit Sir Pentious and his gray top hat fell off. Angel flipped him the bird.

 Cherri Bomb popped up next to Angel, walking sideways. “Think you’re gonna get into a lot of trouble for this?”

 “Eh, what’s one little brawl gonna cause?” Angel shrugged his shoulders and retracted his extra arms. Sir Pentious lay fuming on the ground.

 More egg minions scrambled over to the edge of a high cliff, overlooking the scene. Egg shells and yok puddles littered the cracked street.

 Cherri Bomb playfully elbowed Angel. “Glad ya haven’t changed. You know you’re my favorite guy to party with!”

 “You know it, sugar tits,” Angel replied with a playful grin.

 “You ready to finish this?” Cherri asked. She rolled a bomb from one of her shoulders to her other shoulder, then into her hand.

 Angel cocked his gun again. “Born ready, baby!”

 The duo charged at Sir Pentious. Everyone yelled. More egg minions fell and Sir Pentious realized he was running out fast.

 After several more minutes of battle, Sir Pentious and his remaining minions retreated back to their ship. “This isn’t over, sluts!” he declared at his enemies. “I’ll have my revenge!” The ship hatch closed. The egg minions steered the ship and it rose into the air, almost sending the Overlord flying out of the craft. He tossed out more minions in response before taking the controls and flying the craft away.

 Angel and Cherri Bomb high-fived.

 “See you around,” Cherri said.

 “Until the next brawl,” said Angel.

 Cherri Bomb waved goodbye and blasted music from an Eye Pod (a device made from an actual moving eye. “Hello, daddy. Hello mom. I’m your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb! Hello world! I’m your wild girl. I’m your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb!” she sang out loud. Angel Dust laughed and continued on his way.

 After buying some more amino and pot from the 666 Shop, Angel met with Charlie and Vaggie in a white monster limo with teeth on the front of the vehicle. A great day indeed for the promiscuous demon.

 “Morning Report”

 Transcript during the 666 News:

“BREAKING NEWS: A LARGE SCALE TURF WAR IS UNDERWAY IN PENTAGRAM CITY BETWEEN SIR PENTIOUS AND CHERRI BOMB. THE SURROUNDING AREAS ARE COVERED IN DEBRIS, SO PLEASE AVOID DOWNTOWN ON YOUR COMMUTE TODAY. TRAFFIC IS “HELLA” BACKED UP. GET IT? “HELL” BUT WITH AN “A” AT THE END? THAT’S A WORD YOUNGER PEOPLE SEEM TO ENJOY USING. I DON’T REALLY LIKE IT, THOUGH. I WROTE IT BECAUSE IT SEEMED LIKE THE NATURAL KIND OF PUN TO MAKE FOR THIS SITUATION, BUT NOW THAT I SEE IT IN TEXT, I FEEL LIKE IT WAS A MISTAKE, A MISTAKE I CAN’T TAKE BACK…LIKE CHEATING ON MY WIFE. I’M SO SORRY, MARTHA. I SHOULDN’T HAVE DONE IT, BUT YOU DID GAIN A LOT OF WEIGHT AFTER THE BABY AND I REALLY NEEDED SOME SPACE. YOU KNOW, WHAT? NO, THAT WAS A GOOD CALL. I BANGED THE CLEANING LADY, AND THAT WAS A PRETTY NICE TIME, EVEN THOUGH SHE LAUGHED AT ME WHEN I TOLD HER I COULDN’T GET OFF UNLESS SHE LICKED MY FOOT FIRST. I DON’T SEE HOW THAT’S A WEIRD REQUEST. MAYBE IF I’D JUST GET A HOOKER, SHE WOULD’VE BEEN MORE AGREEABLE. THE POINT IS, MY WIFE IS A FUCKING BITCH. ONE TIME, WE WENT TO THE ZOO AND I GOT REALLY MAD BECAUSE I THOUGHT THE ORANGUTAN WAS MAKING FUN OF ME. HE KEPT DOING THAT STUPID DUCK LIP FACE? THEIR LIPS ALL PUCKERED? THEN IT STARTED SCREAMING, AND THAT REALLY PISSED ME OFF. MY WIFE TOLD ME IT WAS JUST A MONKEY, AND TO “CALM DOWN.”

 A neon logo appeared on the screen, displaying “666 News” in a circle with a neon eye underneath. The names of the news cast appeared on the bottom of the screen.

 A skeletal demon woman with short blonde hair and a large toothy grin sat wearing a dark pink fancy dress with a pearl necklace. Sitting at the other chair, dressed in a blue-gray business suit was a demon with a gray gas mask for a face along with short light blonde hair. They were live on the air.

 “Good afternoon!” said the woman. “I’m Katie Killjoy.”

 “And I’m Tom Trench!” said the masked man. “Chaos at Pentagram City today as a turf war is raging on the west side between notable king Sir Pentious and self-proclaimed spunky powerhouse Cherri Bomb!”

 Two pictures surrounded by flame borders showed Sir Pentious wearing a yellow “music band” shirt, and a backwards baseball cap, doing a peace sign and wearing a pair of sunglasses with a dopey expression on his face. The other picture showed Cherri Bomb flipping the bird with a grin and standing under glittering spotlights.

 “That’s right Tom!” Katie added. “After the recent extermination, many areas are now up for grabs! Demons all over Hell are already duking it out to gain new territory!”

 The clips showed Sir Pentious fighting Cherri Bomb with the egg minions.

 “Those two seem to really be going at it, huh? Looks like they’re fighting tooth and nail for that hot spot!” Katie popped a tooth and a nail into her mouth.

 “And I’d sure like to nail her hot spot!” Tom Trench remarked.

 Katie chuckled forcefully. “You’re a limp dick jackass, Tom. Or should I say…”

 Adding insult and injury, she poured hot coffee over his crotch…

 “No dick!”

 “Augh! Not again!” he groaned.

 Another picture surrounded by a border of flames displayed Charlie with the letters “Princess of Hell” next to it.

 Katie continued. “Coming up next, we have an exclusive interview with the daughter of Hell’s own head honcho, who’s here to discuss her brand new passion-project!”

 Tom Trench winced in pain on the desk.

 “All that and more after the break!”

 Katie broke her white mug in her hand, and turned to Tom Trench. “Suck it up you little bitch…”

 The TV went off air, displaying Katie’s mouth and eyes, colored bars and “off air” with a pentagram in the “O”.

  Inside the break room, Vaggie adjusted Charlie’s black bowtie. Nearby, a red tinted sign said that smoking was, indeed, allowed. Another sign read “on air,” in large letters.

 Vaggie had died at age 22 in 2014. She was El Salvadorian and had died from a gang rape. Ever since then, she mistrusted nearly every man he saw, carrying a harpoon wherever she went. Vaggie could say she was lucky to have found Charlie.

 “Okay, you remember what to say?” Vaggie asked.

 Charlie took a deep breath, enthusiasm in her voice. “Yes! Let’s do this!”

 Vaggie put a comforting hand on her shoulder. She signaled with two fingers for her to pay attention. “Just, look at me and I’ll mouth it to you.”

 Charlie sighed. “Come on, Vaggie! I know what to say!”

 Charlie walked over to the pitcher of red punch, where her bodyguards were eating donuts. “I just feel like we need to…I don’t know, make things sound more exciting…”

 She tossed a donut aside before gasping.

 “Oh! What if I…”

 “Sing a song about it?” Vaggie finished.

 “You knew I was gonna say that.” She playfully tapped her friend on the nose.

 Vaggie chuckled before adjusting Charlie’s bowtie again and shook her shoulders. “Because I know you. But please don’t sing. This is serious.” She pounded his fist onto his hand.

 Charlie snapped her fingers and briefly winked. “Well, you know, I find I’m better at expressing my goals through song!” She stood on the table and arched her arms dramatically.

 “But life isn’t a musical, hun,” Vaggie reminded her.

 “Fine,” Charlie said with a slump. Then she brightened again.

 “But I do have these other ideas of what to say.”

 She hopped off the table and pulled out a piece of paper, hopping excitedly.

“The highlighted bits are the best parts!”

 Vaggie took the paper and scanned it in disbelief. “Uh, it’s all highlighted. Is this a drawing?”

 “Yes!” Charlie answered. She pointed to her picture. It showed a list highlighted in yellow that read: “4, unicorn kisses,” “5, dolphin high-fives?” and “6, sing show tunes = happy ending!” She had drawn stick figures of demons standing on clouds under a rainbow with a sun and red hearts with faces on them.

  “That’s the happy ending, see? Everyone’s smiling and happy in Heaven!”

 “I don’t think it’s that simple,” Vaggie stated. She then begged her: “Just please follow the talking points we went over.”

 She pulled Charlie close and stared her directly in the eyes. “And do. Not. Sing.”

 Charlie sighed exasperatedly. “Fine.” Then she trotted over and spoke in an accent. “I’ll just have to resort to my impeccable improv skills.” She gave a salute, several moves of her head, and walked out.

 Vaggie suspected that this would not end well.

 “Biggest Blame Fool”

 Charlie walked over to Katie Killjoy, who posed in her red dress, smoking a cigarette.

 “Hi! I’m Charlie.”

 She waved and held out her hand.

 “Katie Killjoy,” the woman deadpanned before blowing out smoke and snapping her cigarette. She wore heavy lipstick and white earrings. “I’d say it’s a ‘pleasure’ to meet you, but that would be a lie. You can put that away,” she regarded Charlie’s hand. “I don’t touch the gays. I have standards.”

 “Yeah?” Charlie asked nervously, looking at a big flashing sign that read “Hell’s #1 News!” “How’s uh…how’s that working for ya?”

 “Look, my time is money, so I’ll keep this short,” Katie cut in. She invasively tapped Charlie’s chest several times and poked her nose with her finger. “You’re not here because we wanted you here. You’re here because Jeffery could make it for his cannibal cooking segment.”

 Katie mentioned to a billboard that showed a blonde man wearing glasses holding up a platter with meat, poop, and a skull on it. “It’s Dahn Good: Cooking Show! Guaranteed Cannibalious!” read the sign. The man had been a serial killer who had also molested boys. “Who approved this show?” was on a sticky note nearby.

 Tom Trench shook his head in his seat. “Sex! Murder! Weather!” were displayed on a column of three smaller signs.

 Katie fluffed up her hair and continued: “You might be some royal bigshot, but that doesn’t mean shit to me. I’m too rich and too influential to give a flying fuck about what some tux-wearing demon “princess” wants to advertise.”

 “But I…” Charlie began.

 “So don’t get cute with me, honey,” she warned, getting into Charlie’s face, curling her fingers, “Or I will fucking bury you!”

 “And we’re live!” said a voice.

 Katie rushed back into her seat with a bony crack of her neck.

 “Welcome back!”

 Charlie sat in a chair next to her.

 “So, Charlotte…”

 “It’s Charlie,” she squeaked.

 “Whatever,” Katie dismissed. She took a frustrated breath and clicked her red pen in her hand. “Tell us about this new passion project you’ve been insistently pestering our news station about!”

 “Well…” Charlie cleared her throat. She looked nervously at the demonic crew in front of her. A demon with a TV head, had “words” flashed across the screen in angry red letters. There was a demon with a black hat for a face, an Egyptian-like female with a white poodle, a woman with teal skin, a demon with glasses and green snake hair, a demon with two thin heads, several red horned demons and a few Overlords. Another woman wore a hat with hanging beads and colorful Day of the Dead makeup on her face. Vaggie encouraged her to go on.

 Charlie took a deep breath, her voice soft spoken.

 “As most of you know, I was born here in Hell, and growing up, I’ve always tried to see the good in everything around me.”

 Katie clicked her pen impatiently. She spotted a green caterpillar and stabbed it with her pen with a predatory grin. Ink splattered on Charlie’s face and around the area.

 Charlie continued, wiping off the dark pink ink from her face: “Hell is my home and…you are my people. We…”

 Vaggie gave her a thumbs up and a smile.

 “…we just went through another extermination. We lost so many souls, and it breaks my heart to see my people being slaughtered every year.” Her voice rose. “No one is even given a chance!”

 Charlie banged her fist on the desk, waking Katie from a bored drooling daze. A buff demon with horns and four eyes with a skull bull face wore a shirt with the word “crew” on it. An imp with a heart on his forehead stood nearby.

Charlie made her way forward. “I can’t stand idly by while the place I live is subjected to such violence! So, I’ve been thinking. Isn’t there a more humane way to hinder overpopulation here in Hell? Perhaps we can create an alternative way to change souls through…redemption?”

 Charlie pulled the buff demon into a side hug. “Well, I think yes. So that’s what this project aims to achieve!” She ran back to the desk.

 “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m opening the first of its kind! A hotel that rehabilitates sinners!”

 The audience stared in stunned silence as Charlie spread out her arms. Not even the flesh-eating crickets were chirping through the awkward quiet.

 A bloodstained logo “Radio Hack” was displayed above a window which provided a stack of a dozen TVs inside. One demon watching had deer antlers and a flaming blue face, one of the many cruel Overlords. Crymini, the 90’s rocker hellhound, stood with a little demon wearing a jester hat upside down. Two hellhound twins stood nearby, one with dyed red hair, the other purple. A neon sign nearby read “Bar” “Klub Kanji,” and “used TVs.”

 In a bar, dark demons wearing cowboy hats were playing pool, not even paying attention. The lead gun faced demon wore a cloth over his grinning face and had a large barrel gun for a face. His friend looked like a demonic bug, and another looked like a mustached villain. Meanwhile in a bar, purple and blue dragon-like demons sat and drank while casually watching the TVs overhead.

 Charlie stuttered, “Ya know…’Cause hotels are for people passing through…temporarily…”

 A tattooed dark blue reptile demon stood up and let out a loud laugh as Charlie babbled on.

 “Is this girl for real? She thinks, you hear what she thinks? She’s…ha, ha ha! Oh she’s nuts.” The demon walked away with a small lavender creature and a tall maroon being wearing punk rock clothing and crazy neon hair.

 Charlie added, “I figure it would serve a purpose…a place to work toward redemption!” She weakly added, “Yay.”

 One dragon demon leaped away as a tall shadowy figure stood in the background. The sound of tap shoes approached.

 The figure stood right next to ratted fliers which read “Beware him! Do not fuck with him!” “The Radio Demon” and “Radio Sounds!” was scrawled in red on demons screaming and fleeing from a monster.

 The man smiled and tilted his head a notch as he watched the TV with curiosity and amusement. His shadow next to him briefly morphed into a shadowy face with fluffy ears and antlers. He spotted the fliers out of the corner of his red eyes, holding in a laugh.

 “Who, me? ‘Obviously’ not! I’d never put on a show and make other demons flee to their graves.”

 Just the thought of it got him excited.

 He had heard of the demon princess before, but he wasn’t expecting her to appear on TV. He certainly never heard of an idea so crazy before. Making sinners good people was even less likely than making pigs fly (which was one magic trick he could easily do).

 When Charlie started to sing, the red eyed demon couldn’t help but tap his cloven feet and silently hum along.

 “Haven’t been this entertained since I broadcasted my massacre in the Ring of Wrath. This cute Charlie character is intriguing…”

 Befriending the princess, and doing something different seemed like a good idea. He glanced over at a faraway Happy Hotel building with a grin.

 He knew where he would go next.

 Back at the news station, a cameraman with blue hair and a white face looked up and scoffed, “She’s a stupid bitch.”

 Vaggie punched him hard in the face in response, causing him to fall off the chair to the ground.

 Charlie stared around her, concerned. “Look, every single one of you has something good deep down inside. I know you do.”

 A light bulb went off in her head and she smirked. “Maybe I’m not getting through to you…”

 Vaggie face palmed, knowing what was coming next. “Oh no…”

 Charlie snapped her fingers and her bodyguard demons appeared. One sat and began to play a grand piano.

 Summoning the Disney princess within her, Charlie belted out her song:

  “I have a dream

I’m here to tell

About a wonderful, fantastic new hotel

Yes, it’s one of a kind

Right here in Hell

Catering to a specific clientele”

 Razzle and Dazzle howled along…

The tempo rapidly picked up…

 “Inside of every demon is a rainbow

Inside every sinner is a shiny smile

Inside of every creepy hatchet-wielding maniac

Is a jolly, happy cupcake-loving child”

 “We can turn around

They’ll be heaven-bound!

With just a little time

Down at the Happy Hotel!”

 “So all you junkies, freaks and weirdos

Creepers, fuck-ups, crooks, and zeroes

And the fallen superheroes, help is here!

All of you cretins, sluts and losers

Sexual deviants and boozers

And prescription drug abusers

Need not fear

Forever again

We’ll cure your sin

We’ll make you well

You’ll feel so swell

Right here in Hell at the Happy Hotel!”

  “There’ll be no more fire

And there’ll be no more screams

Just puppy dog kisses, and cotton candy dreams

And puffy-wuffy clouds

You’re gonna be all like, wow!

Once you check in with me!”

 “So all your cartoon porn addictions

Vegan rants, psychic predictions

Ancient Roman crucifixions

End right here!”

 “All you monsters, thieves and crazies

Cannibals and crying babies

Frothing mouthers full of rabies

Fill with cheer!”

 “You’ll be complete!

It’ll be so neat!

Our service can’t be beat!

You’ll be on easy street! (Yes!)

Life will be sweet at the Happy Hotel!

Yeah!”

  Throughout the song, Charlie imagined giving a shiny cupcake to a masked killer, holding cotton candy and a brown puppy in her arms in the clouds…avoiding the attacks of every horror movie serial killer… (Music Logic)

She pictured throwing drugs into a bin of fire, giving shots to monsters, giving money to charity, disturbing porn additions with a bra…

 Snatching a “my waifu” and porn magazine of out a demon’s hands…

 Throwing away demon’s cell phones…

 Knocking over crosses…

 Avoiding a scary spider overlord with yellow bat wings and pink eyes all over his body…

 Giving demons big hugs…

 Charlie emerging in her horned demon form from a flaming pentagram, and jumping with joy in a land full of candy, rainbows, and ice cream.

 Charlie finished with a pose on the table, arms in the air and panted.

 The top hat demon smiled. “Wow! That was…shit!”

 The crowd burst into rancorous laughter and boos, including a blue demon made of fire in the boo section. Katie shrieked and banged her fist on the table. Charlie sank down to her knees in embarrassment.

 Katie laughed. “What in the Nine Circles makes you think a single denizen of Hell would give two shits about becoming a better person? You have no proof that this little experiment even works! You want people to be good just…because?”

 Charlie lifted up her head. “Well, we have a patron already who believes in our cause, and he’s shown incredible progress!”

 “Oh?” Katie asked, leaning in, “…and who might that be?”

 “Oh just someone named…Angel Dust.”

 “The porn star?” asked Tom Trench in disbelief. He subconsciously unzipped his zipper and Katie whirled on him; “You fucking would, Tom!” Her sharp nails left marks on the table.

 Katie turned back to Charlie. “In any case, that’s not even an accomplishment. I’m sure you can get that hooker to do anything with enough booger sugar and lube.”

 Someone wolf-whistled in the audience.

 “Oh, I beg to differ,” Charlie argued, holding up her fingers. “He’s been behaved, clean, and out of trouble for two whole weeks.”

 “Breaking news!” announced a voice as music came on. Excited, Katie pushed Charlie aside. “We are receiving word that a new player has entered the ongoing turf war! Let’s go check out the live feed!”

 To Charlie’s sheer horror, Angel Dust was seen on screen, crushing egg shells and fighting with Cherri Bomb.

 “Oh shit,” Charlie breathed.

 “Oh shit indeed!” exclaimed Katie with a grin. “It looks like the one who has just joined the battle is none other than…”

 She let out a dramatic gasp…”porn actor Angel Dust! What a juicy coincidence!”

 The screen showed Angel Dust with the words “Angel Dust in ‘Well, Ok’: 18+.” Dicks and boobs were blurred.

 Satisfied, she turned back to Charlie. “You must feel really stupid right now.” Katie and Tom laughed again.

 “Ratings!” they added with jazz hands.

 “Don’t look at this!” Charlie called, waving her arms in vain from behind the screen.

 “Well, it sure looks like your little project is dead on arrival,” Katie smirked. “Tell us, how does it feel to be such a total failure?”

 Failure. Failure…Charlie could see her doubt reflected in Katie’s pink eyes and overbearing shadowy figure. Katie and everyone laughed some more, their jeers painful to Charlie’s ears.

 “Yeah?” Charlie asked. She snatched up Katie’s red pen and held it triumphantly. “Well, how does it feel that I got your pen, huh? Bitch?!”

 Katie glared dangerously. Charlie dropped the pen with a nervous smile, “Oops.”

 Tom leaped out of the way.

 Katie grew taller, her form turning to shadow. Out sprouted claws, four extra sharp appendages, and four red eyes on her face like a spider. She launched herself at Charlie. Charlie clawed at her hair and landed punches as the alarm went off in the news room. Katie crawled on the desk on multiple legs like an insect, baring her fangs before Charlie jumped and knocked her off the table. Tom Trench screamed as his body was set on fire. “Why won’t anyone help me?!”

 Charlie eventually ran out of the news room, Katie following close behind, as everyone yelled.

 “And stay out, you retarded dike!” Katie cussed as Charlie made a run for it down the sidewalk. Charlie was tempted to strangle the homophobic, news diva with her bare hands…but that would only contradict her goal…if she even had one anymore.

 Vaggie followed her and the two of didn’t say a word as they waited for their ride. Soon enough, a white limo with a monster mouth on the front of the vehicle rolled to the curb. Vaggie and Charlie climbed in…and so did an ecstatic Angel Dust. The doors closed and they drove off toward the Happy Hotel.

  “Your Fault”

 Charlie had never felt so humiliated in her life. She sat in her seat and curled into herself. Once again, her ideas were dismissed, mocked, ridiculed. No one was willing to see the good in themselves. The demons were content to wallow in suffering, violence, and cruelty until the end of their afterlives. Tears were already threatening to spill from her yellow eyes, but she held them in.

 Maybe her father was right. What if she really was a failure, like everyone said?

 As if reading her mind, Vaggie gave her a small hug. “You’re not a failure, Charlie. It’s just…no one understands your ideas. People think they’re…I don’t know…outlandish?”

 She got a sad sigh from Charlie in response. “I just wanted to make things better for my people. I know I don’t feel much like a princess, but at the same time…I feel like it’s my duty…my destiny to being some cheer to this place.”

 “Heh. No one can ever top your optimism,” Vaggie mentioned, with a playful roll of her orange eye. “Your happiness can be spotted miles away.”

 A small smile formed on Charlie’s face. “Well, at least I can pull myself up and keep going…”

 Vaggie stared, hopeful…

 “…But today isn’t one of those days.”

 Vaggie slumped slightly. “I did warn you not to sing.”

 “I couldn’t help it,” she countered. “How else was I supposed to get my message across?”

 “Not everyone likes singing and music all the time.”

 “My family does.”

 “But the other demons aren’t your family.”

  Charlie stared out the window at the buildings whizzing by. “Sometimes I feel like my family is bigger than just my parents.” She turned to look at her girlfriend. “You’re my best friend, sorta like my sister…and the only one who seems to get me. You’re part of my family already.”

 Vaggie chuckled softly. “Without me, you wouldn’t have lasted very long out in the big world.”

 “For once, I agree with you there,” Charlie replied.

 During several minutes of silence, the two demon girls locked hands just out of sight. It was their habitual way of showing comfort, and it worked on the many days when Vaggie didn’t want any hugs.

 “Don’t get too discouraged,” Vaggie said. “We’ll get back to the hotel and figure things out from there.”

 “I kinda feel like singing another lament now.”

 “Please don’t.”

 “Fine.”

 The limo drove past the 666 Shop, the Nightmare Night Club, and an Evil Donuts store, complete with slime and worms displayed on the donut structure. Pink eyes decorated the ceiling of the car. Charlie curled into herself again, and took a puff of a breath. Even the painted eyes seemed to judge her every move. She glanced over at Vaggie, whose eye was twitching in annoyance.

 Angel Dust was busy playing with the button, making the car window go up and down, up and down. He froze when he saw an angry Vaggie staring at him.

 “What?” Angel asked with a shrug.

 “What? What?!” Vaggie shouted, pulling out chunks of her long white hair. “What were you doing?!”

 Angel sighed. “Aw come on! I owed my girl buddy a solid! Isn’t that a ‘redeeming quality?’ Helping friends with stuff?”

 “Not with turf wars that result in mass murder and destruction!” Vaggie replied.

 “Eh, you win some, you lose a few hundred,” he said with a snicker. “It wasn’t that bad anyway.”

 He propped up his long legs and pushed the window button again. Vaggie tossed a dagger at the button and it fizzed out in a shower of sparks. Angel stared, shocked and terrified. Vaggie growled in warning.

 “Aw come on, I had to!” Angel protested. “My credibility was on the line!” He sighed. “I mean what kind of reputation would I have of people found out I was trying to go clean? It just throws out my entire persona.” He lifted up his furry chest for emphasis.

 “Your credibility?” Vaggie asked in anger. “What about the hotel? Your little stunt made us look like a fucking joke!”

 “No, no no, babe. Jokes are funny! I made you look…uh, sad. And pathetic! Like an orphan, with no arms. Or legs. Uh…oh with progeria!” Charlie covered her face with her hair as Angel blabbered on.

 “Great! Now I’m bummed just thinking about it! This thing have any liquor?” He bent down to the floor and tossed a bottle aside. He then flicked a wrapper away onto a seat.

 Vaggie was fuming. “Can you please just try to take this seriously?”

 “Fine, I’ll try. Just don’t get your taco in a twist, baby.”

 Vaggie stood up with hands on her hips. “Was that you trying to be sexist or racist?”

 “Whatever pisses you off more. Is there seriously no liquor in here?”

 “I’m gonna kill him,” Vaggie swore, crossing her arms and sitting back down.

 “Too, late, toots. Wait, would that make me double dead?” He laughed slowly and loudly. “And where exactly do I go? To double Hell?”

 He laughed again. “You’re stuck with me, bitch. Get used to it.”

 Vaggie swore in Spanish. “Eat shit, bastard.”

 “Listen, who cares if some jagoffs got hurt?” Angel nonchalantly asked. “Most of them are ugly freaks. Look around! Got a bunch of fuckin’ harlequin babies down there.”

 “You’re one to talk,” Vaggie muttered with a small smirk.

 Angel then yelled “Hey!” in protest. “This body is flawless! Everyone wants some of me and I’ve got the creepy fan letters to prove it!”

 He pulled out a dirty piece of paper from his chest that read: “Show me your feet! Brandon. #1 fan/critic.” There was a picture of a young Angel in the lap of a naked fat green man, licking Angel with his green tongue. He had a tattoo of Angel with a red crossed out sign.

 This time, Charlie spoke up. “That was really uncool, ya know, Angel.”

 Vaggie growled and turned to her friend. “Uncool?!” She mentioned to Angel. “After that train-wreck, there is no way anyone is gonna wanna stay at the hotel.” She turned to the spider. “All thanks to you and your selfish bullshit!”

 Angel glanced at a discarded pile of ash and used cigarettes. “Does this mean I don’t get a free room anymore?”

 Vaggie spread out her hands as if asking “Well, what do you think?”

 He let out a mock sigh and snap. “Ah, well, shucks.”

 Charlie pulled off her dark pink jacket, revealing a white shirt with a black bowtie.

 “Hey, come on, we don’t know if things are over yet. Try to relax, Vaggie. It’ll be okay!”

 Now it was Vaggie’s turn to let out a small smile of thanks. Charlie placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, and her friend calmed down.

 “What would I do without you?” Vaggie asked. She and Charlie slowly leaned into each other, their heads gently touching.

 “Get a room, girls!” Angel remarked, before receiving a “Shut up!” from both of them.

  Finally, the deviant crew arrived at the Happy Hotel. It was a good enough building fit for any demon who wanted to stay a few nights. Eye catching on the outside, but messy on the inside. Eye designs lined the border of a dark pink circus canopy at the front like a creepy mosaic. Branches jutted out from the roof as part of the structure. Old fashioned lanterns attached to the wall had flames flickering inside, nonstop. The double doors consisted of stained glass windows with red apples in the center. Little stained glass snake eyes peered unblinkingly at them from around the larger window in the door.

 Angel, Vaggie, and Charlie got out of the car and threw open the double doors. A random black bug scurried away from the incoming light. A yellow sign read “Concierge” behind a pink “welcome” banner. The check in table was decorated with colored flags leaning toward the floor and random balloons with small star shapes on them. A vase was decorated with yellow eyes along the sides. Another flower pot was in the shape of a human mouth…white flowers posed above. Vaggie sighed and plopped onto a red cushioned couch in the style of a monster’s mouth.

 The red rug down the hallway was decorated with the same eyeball designs, apples on the end, plus shadow skulls of horned monsters in the center.

 All around the room, were pictures of Charlie as a little girl with her father and mother on various trips. One picture showed her and Vaggie in front of a castle at Loo-Loo World, Hells’ version of Disney World.

 Angel Dust came across a red fridge leaning low against the wall. He opened the door and pulled out a purple box labeled “Popsies.” He shrugged at the dripping ruined box and took out a popsicle. He gave it a lick.

 “It’s prolly a good idea to get some actual food in this place. Y’know, to feed all the wayward souls ya got in here.” He laughed nervously, trying to cheer Charlie up. But Charlie just sat sadly on a wooden box in a darkened area of the room. Angel closed the fridge door, sucked on a popsicle and reached out one of his arms to her…then hesitated. He walked away, letting Charlie have some alone time.

 Charlie walked past the two posing elephant statues balancing balls on their trunks, and toward the front door. She opened the door and went outside. Holding out her purple cell phone, (or “Hell Phone, hah, get it?”) she pressed an icon with the word “Mom” decorated with horns and pointed tails on the m’s.

 Charlie took a deep breath as a voicemail tone came through.

 “Hey Mom. Um, I know I keep calling, and you must be busy. Really busy. But, um…the interview didn’t go well and…I don’t know if I’m going to make a difference. I don’t know what I’m doing. I could really use some advice, Mom.”

 She slid down and sat on the stone ground, tears falling from her eyes. She wiped some away with her arm. “I think Dad was…right about me. A-anyway, I’ll stop talking before this gets too long. Love you! Bye.”

 She ended the call with a tap and rubbed her eyes with her hand. Standing back up, she opened the door, closed it, and leaned against the stained glass window, eyes closed.

 What was she supposed to do now?

 “Let’s Misbehave”

 A slow ominous knocking from outside interrupted Charlie’s thoughts. She opened her eyes.

 Knock. Knock, knock, knock, knock. Knock, knock.

 It was a rhythmic knock, sounding like “shave and a haircut.” (Or was it “skunks in a barnyard”, or “imps in a cauldron?” Charlie wasn’t sure.

   An ice cold feeling of dread spread through her veins. No other demon would ever do that kind of knock.

 Unless…

 She tentatively reached out her hand to the door handle, and quickly pulled it open.

 Sure enough, the most feared demon in Hell was standing right outside her door, a few shadowy heads with glowing eyes peering through the doorway curiously.

 He stood towering over her, wearing an elegant dark red dress coat that had tatters near the bottom. Light red vermilion strips were vertical along the dress coat. His bright red undershirt was decorated with a black upside down cross. His pants were burgundy in color, his shoes black with red deer tracks on the soles. A wine colored bow tie was over his undershirt. He wore burgundy colored gloves over his four clawed fingers, with red tips and knuckles. A fluffy red and black deer tail was hidden under the lower part of dress coat.

 It was his face that unsettled Charlie right away. His skin was ashen gray, scars across his chest concealed beneath his clothes. Small black antlers stood on his head between large red and black tuffs shaped like deer ears. The tips of his tuffs were black as where the ends of his red hair by his chin. His eyes were large and glowed red, taking up much of his face. He grinned, showing a wide set of sharp yellow teeth. A monocle rested under his right eye. A red vintage microphone staff was in his left hand. A radio buzz sounded when his demonic eyes lit up.

 Charlie’s eyes turned as wide as saucers, her face full of fear.

 The man began to speak in a radio-filtered voice, holding up a finger.

 “Hell…”

 Charlie slammed the door in his face.

 She opened the door…

 “looo!”

 Slammed it again.

  The man stood, shocked in front of the stained glass door, smile still plastered on his face, hand and curved claw in the air.

 “Well… that was…rude,” he thought. “Usually people are too sacred to answer when I come by. Or they rush to try and please me because they know I could slaughter them at any time. I’ll just wait here then…or maybe break this door down…”

 “Hey, Vaggie?” Charlie called.

 “What?” Vaggie replied in annoyance on the couch, hand on her forehead.

 Charlie flashed a nervous smile. “The Radio Demon is at the door!”

 “What?!” she demanded.

 “Uh, who?” Angel asked. He sucked erotically on his popsicle.

 “What should I do?” Charlie asked, pulling at her lower eyelids.

 “Well, don’t let him in!” exclaimed Vaggie.

 Charlie was tempted to do just that. But she also had a duty to not leave any sinners behind. She took a breath, eyes furrowed and opened the door again.

 “May I speak now?” the red demon asked.

 “You may…” Charlie replied.

 The man held out his gloved hand which briefly glowed. “Alastor, pleasure to be meeting you, sweetheart, quite a pleasure!”

 He eagerly grabbed her wrist and leaned his face close to hers, noses almost touching before strutting inside. Charlie stood, dumbfounded, her hand still out.

    Alastor was born French Creole in New Orleans around the early 1900s. He was very close to his African American mother who taught him how to cook, sew, dance, and do voodoo rituals. In contrast, his white Christian father hardly paid any attention to him. Although, his father did teach him how to hunt and do taxidermy. Alastor had brown skin, short brown hair and brown eyes, glasses, a bright smile always on his face.

 Alastor was different from many kids his age. He dreamed of playing in a jazz band and performing on stage... and did so for a period of time. But being a man of color, he had it difficult since the beginning. He applied for music and radio jobs, always being turned down and shooed away. Racist remarks became daily background noise, almost impossible to ignore. Alastor’s father would frequently give him black eyes and harsh beatings. Several tragic events happened, including his father raping him and beating his mother. He almost sent Alastor to rot away in an asylum. He had been diagnosed with narcissism and a sexual disorder. (Why didn’t he want to fall in love with a woman?) When his mother died during the Spanish Flu of 1918, he was devastated…he was even forced to bury her himself.

 Alastor eventually became a radio host and serial killer. After his father threatened to divorce the family, Alastor killed him with a gun and ate his remains. Alastor mostly killed men who were racist or were criminals. Knives, axes, guns, he used them all. He made a vow to himself to not harm women or children when possible. After killing off several higher ups, he managed to form his own radio studio and became the most famous radio host in Louisiana. Jambalaya, deer meat, black coffee…and human flesh were always on his menu.

 Alastor basked in his fame and wealth, even meeting blonde dapper performer Mimzy, who was head over heels for him. But Alastor didn’t want to be tied down to anyone. On the air, he would talk about the murders, play jazz music and tell dad jokes. “Your Never Fully Dress Without A Smile” was his favorite song to play. Alastor enjoyed the Stock Market Crash of 1929, but soon found himself running out of food. Thus, he resorted to cannibalism for survival. No one suspected him until 1933. He got bitten by a rabies dog and ran through the woods. Alastor soon died a brutal death after being shot in the head and mauled by police dogs at the same time.

 Due to the deals he had made with otherworldly demons, Alastor gained dark eldritch powers he used to topple Overlords and take over several areas. Broadcasting his massacres was both entertaining and a tactic to let others know he was not to be messed with. He had an army of slave souls plus two pet alligator demons. Alastor hated Vox and his modern technology. No one knew if Alastor wanted Charlie to succeed or not, but he would use any means necessary to accomplish his goals. (But oh how he missed his mother dearly.)

  “Excuse my sudden visit,” he told Charlie, “but I saw your fiasco on a picture show and I just couldn’t resist. What a performance!” Clapping sounds came from the microphone. He raised his arms before walking forward. “Why I haven’t been that entertained since the Stock Market Crash of 1929!”

 He bobbed his head side to side and burst into laughter. “So many orphans!”

 “Stop right there!”

 Vaggie suddenly pointed a spear weapon at him, Alastor freezing like a deer in the headlights. She swore in Spanish under her breath. “Rabies son of a bitch! I know your game. And I’m not gonna let you hurt anyone else here, you pompous, cheesy, talk show bastard!”

 Angel peeked around the corner to see what was going on.

 Alastor merely chuckled slightly and nudged the weapon away with his fingers.

 “Dear, if I wanted to hurt anyone here…”

 He added in a low creepy tone, his mouth not moving, “I would have done so already.”

 His red eyes briefly turned to red radio dials as radio static filled the room. He tilted his head slightly, letting his chaotic magic roam. Vaggie and Charlie were frozen in fear as they caught glimpses of red Voodoo symbols, static, and warped reality.

 Then just as quickly, the noise and magic ceased and Alastor shook his head, eyes back to full red. His eyes had briefly been black with red pupils.

 “No, I’m here because I want to help!” He bowed.

 Charlie was sure she hadn’t heard him right.

 “Say what now?” she asked, eyebrows raised.

 “Help!” he responded with another laugh. He held up his microphone staff.

 “Hello? Is this thing on? Testing, testing…”

 He tapped it and a glowing red eye appeared in the center.

 “Well, I heard you loud and clear!” the microphone responded in a radio voice, eye shaking in fear.

 “Um…you want to help?” Charlie asked.

 Alastor appeared behind the demon girls, hands on their backs, switching from a shadow to his regular self. Both Vaggie and Charlie flinched.

 “With…” he mentioned in an imitation of Charlie’s higher voice…

 “…this ridiculous thing you’re trying to do!” finishing in his normal voice. “This hotel!”

 Charlie could hear the call bell ding twice on the table, even though no one was there to ring it.

 “I want to help you run it.”

 “Uh…why?” Charlie asked, confused.

 Alastor laughed again. “Why does anyone do anything? Sheer absolute boredom!”

  He curled up his fingers before dramatically putting his hands up to his cheeks. He then moved off to the side. “I’ve lacked inspiration for decades!”

 He placed his elbow on an annoyed Vaggie’s head, tilting his head on hers. Then he shoved the moth demon aside.

  “My work became mundane, lacking focus…aimless! I’ve come to crave a new form of entertainment!”

 He laughed again, tilting his head back.

 Charlie looked downcast as Vaggie stood up with a scowl. “Does getting into a fist fight with a reporter count as entertainment?”

 Alastor laughed again. “It’s the purest kind, my dear! Reality! True passion! After all, the world is a stage! And the stage is a world of entertainment!”

 He smiled and titled his head, after making crawling motions with his fingers.

 Charlie brightened a bit. “So, does this mean that you think it’s possible to rehabilitate a demon?”

 Alastor help up a dismissive hand and laughed. “Of course not. That’s wacky nonsense! Redemption, oh the non-existent humanity! Nononono, I don’t think there’s anything left that could save such loathsome sinners!”

 He grinned at a glaring Vaggie and Angel who sat on the couch and shrugged.

  He continued. “The chance given was the life they lived before; the punishment is this!”

  He spread out his arms, Angel looking at the front. “There is no undoing what is done!”

 “So then, why do you want to help me if you don’t believe in my cause?” Charlie asked.

 Alastor smirked from the side and looked at Charlie over his shoulder.

 “Consider it an investment in ongoing entertainment for myself!”

 Briefly making a “come hither” motion, he pulled Charlie close to him with his arm and twirled her in a quick dance. “I want to watch the scum of the world struggle to climb up the hill of betterment! Only to repeatedly trip and tumble down into the fiery pit of failure.” His eyes glowed red in pleasure, voice lower.

  “Right…” Charlie began, slowly removing his clawed hand from her shoulder.

 Alastor took her aside for a walk. “Yes indeedy! I see big things coming your way, and who better to help than I.”

 “A Cautionary Tale”

 “Ah, so uh, what’s the deal with Smiles over there?” Angel asked Vaggie.

 “Wait, you’ve never heard of her before?” Vaggie asked, surprised. “You’ve been here longer than me!”

 Angel shrugged his shoulders.

 “The Radio Demon, one of the most powerful beings Hell has ever seen?” Vaggie asked.

 “Eh, I’m not too big on politics,” Angel replied.

 Vaggie let out an annoyed sigh before leaning in close to explain.

 “Decades ago, Alastor manifested in Hell, seemingly overnight. He began to topple Overlords who had been dominant for centuries. That kind of raw power has never been harnessed by a mortal soul before. Then, he broadcast his carnage all throughout Hell, just so everyone could witness his ability. Sinners started calling him The Radio Demon. (As lazy as that is). Many have speculated what unimaginable force enabled him to rival our world’s most ancient and destructive evils. But one thing’s for sure: He’s an unpredictable source of danger, a wicked spirit of mystery, and a violent monster of chaos, the likes of which we cannot risk getting involved with, unless we want to end up erased.”

 Flashes of Alastor in his full demon form, a giant red wendigo-like being with branching black antlers, glowing red eyes, a long lavender tongue, sharp teeth, and long dark claws, appeared on screen. He grinned as he hovered his claws over the demonic faces of voodoo imps and minions. His dress coat revealed a flaming hole where screaming demons struggled to escape.

 “Ya done?” Angel asked with a snicker. “He looks like a strawberry pimp!”

 Alastor conjured his staff into his hand with a smug look.

 “Well, I don’t trust him!” Vaggie exclaimed.

 To be fair, do you trust any man? Any men? Men?” Angel asked with a slight laugh.

 Vaggie ignored him and walked up in front of her friend.

 “Charlie, listen to me. You can’t believe this creep! He isn’t just a happy face! He’s a dealmaker, pure evil! He can’t be redeemed! And is most likely looking for a way to destroy everything we’re trying to do.”

 “I…” Charlie began. “…we don’t know that. Look…I know he’s bad, and I know he probably doesn’t wanna change, but the whole point of this is to give people a chance! To have faith things will be better! How can I turn someone away? I can’t. It goes against everything I’m trying to do. Everything I believe in.”

 Alastor stared in fascination at a family picture on the wall. It showed Lucifer dressed in a white suit, Lilith in a dark purple dress, and Charlie as a little girl wearing a brown and white dress in the middle. The picture border consisted of branches and yellow eyeballs and a dried rose in the upper right hand corner.

 “Such a lovely portrait! A picture of perfection! It’d be such a shame if something awful were to happen to them…”

 “Just trust me,” Charlie added, placing comforting hands on her girlfriend’s shoulders, “I can take care of myself.”

 Charlie,” warned Vaggie, “Whatever you do, do not make a deal with him!”

 From a distance, Alastor opened up the palm of one hand, claws curled. Both girls glanced in his direction, worry on their faces.

 “I’ll have these two in the palm of my hand…”

 “Don’t worry,” Charlie replied to Vaggie with a chuckle. “I picked up one thing from my Dad…”

 She spoke in a manly voice as she walked away, “Ya don’t take shit from other demons!”

 Gathering her courage, Charlie marched over to the Radio Demon.

 “Ok, so…Al. You’re sketchy as hell, and you clearly see what I’m trying to do here is a joke. But I don’t.”

 Red Voodoo symbols appeared around a grinning Alastor, then vanished. Charlie glanced back at him with narrowed eyes.

 Charlie continued. “I think everyone deserves a chance to prove they can be better. So, I’m taking your offer to help. On the condition that there be no tricks or voodoo strings attached.” She emphasized with a brief wiggling of her fingers.

 Alastor twirled his cane and held out his right hand. “So it’s a deal then?”

 Flashes of eerie green light surrounded the two, electricity snaking up the walls. Shadows swirled around the room and everyone covered their faces at the force of the wind.

 “Nope!” Charlie yelled, holding out her hands. The energy stopped and light returned to the room. “No shaking! No deals! I…hmm…”

 Charlie decided to try another approach.

 “As princess of Hell, and heir to the throne, I uh, hereby order that you help with this hotel, for a long as you desire.”

 A moment of pause…

 “Sound fair?” she asked.

 “Hmm…Fair enough.” Alastor shrugged before he strolled away, cane vanishing.

  “Cool beans.” Charlie breathed a sigh of relief and even did a thumbs up.

 Alastor stopped and spotted Vaggie off to the side. He smirked in a way outside observers would describe as lecherous. He tickled her under her chin with a finger.

 “Smile, my dear! You know you’re never fully dressed without one!”

 Alastor hummed happily on his way, while Vaggie growled in disgust and rage.

 “So…where is your hotel staff?” Alastor asked Charlie, leaning in.

 “Uh, well…” Charlie began. Alastor peered at a glaring Vaggie through his monocle. “Oh ho ho ho, you’re going to need more than that.”

 He strode over towards Angel.

 “And what can you do, my effeminate fellow?”

 Angel grinned. “I can suck your dick!”

 A screech was heard as Alastor stared in shock and revulsion.

 “Ha! No.” Alastor deadpanned.

 “Your loss,” Angel said with a grin. Alastor summoned her staff again.

 “Well, this just won’t do!” Alastor exclaimed. “I suppose I can cash in a few favors to liven things up!”

 The spell came easily in his mind: “dife sèvitè, reveye.”

  Alastor snapped his fingers and a fire sparked to life in a small circular fireplace. Animal skeletons decorated either side of the wall, fully repaired.

 A dark figure plopped down onto the chimney floor.

 Alastor walked over and picked up the ashen creature with his hand. A large single yellow eye was revealed. Angel, Vaggie, and Charlie peered at the creature. In a puff of smoke and a squeak, the creature revealed herself. A cute cyclops girl was wearing a dark pink skirt with a poodle on the front, and a white shirt with pink paint stains. Her hair was magenta and short with a streak of yellow. White spots were on the left side of her skirt. Her single yellow eye took up most of her face.

 “This little darling is Niffty!” Alastor introduced with a smile, before dropping her. The girl landed on her feet.

 “Hi! I’m Niffty!” she greeted with a wave. “It’s nice to meet you! It’s been a while since I’ve made new friends!” She laughed slightly as her pupil grew smaller, darting in circles.

 “Why are you all women?” she asked. She darted over and lifted Charlie up before putting her down. Vaggie growled, aiming her spear at the newcomer.

 “Are there any men here?! I’m sorry, that’s rude.” She missed the fact that Angel was male, for obvious reasons.

  “Oh man, this place is filthy!” she exclaimed, running around and lifting up couch cushions. “It really needs a ladies’ touch, which is weird, because you’re all women, no offence.” She chewed on a black spider she found, then rushed toward some stained glass windows.

 She darted around, using a dust ruffle to clean them, removing spider webs. “Oh my gosh, this is awful! No, no, no…Nope!”

 Niffty raced around, removing cobwebs, then poked at a piece of a voodoo doll. Well, it was actually a blue beetle doll that Alastor had stabbed with a clothing pin for her to play with. Niffty turned and exclaimed, “Oh my goodness, a dirty rat!” She dashed over, scooped up the dark grey creature and popped it into her mouth rapidly. Rows of her sharp teeth were visible. Strained squeaks mingled with rapid chewing sounds. “I bet there’s tons of them under this place, I’ll be sure to get more! I can kill dozens of them in a day!”

 Alastor looked amused, while the others stared in disbelief.

 “So fortunate of me to have met her in Hell. A former chimney sweeper in the 20th century. Heard she died from being burned alive in a fireplace. Services are still good! Though, I didn’t give her much of an option to begin with…”

 Meanwhile, at a casino, a cat demon placed a joker, an ace, a 2, and a fourth card down on the table. He had black and white fur, a fluffy chest, wore a black top hat and had red wings with card suits decorated on them. He also had long red eyebrows and wore a large red bow tie.

  “Ha!” he declared in triumph. “Read ‘em and weep, boys!”

 He suddenly felt himself being forcefully pulled out of the room through space and time.

  “Full…whoa!”

 “Transpòte ganbadeur la.”

 He ducked as a curtain of red energy surrounded the existing space. Voodoo symbols flashed in the background along with eight yellow eyes, a creepy voodoo skull and a purple skeleton of a worm-like creature. Another voodoo skull with horns appeared for a moment not too far from tan ghost-like spirits with creepy faces and a row of jagged teeth.

 The cat demon figured he must have had too much booze to drink.

 “…the hell?”

 As the images faded, he soon found himself at the hotel bar, not in the previous room at the casino. A large “Come and play Blackjack” sign took up much of the wall behind him. Most peculiar, the gray wood walls were missing halfway up, replaced by the red themed décor of the hotel. He was sitting in a portion of the casino he was in. It felt like he was in a house with no roof, surrounded by the outside world.

 “What the fuck is this?”

 He glared at the group and then saw Alastor, pointing an accusing claw.

 “You!”

 “Ah, Husker, my good friend!” Alastor cheerfully greeted as audience claps came from the microphone. “Glad you could make it!”

 Alastor’s head briefly had the appearance of large antlers sticking out from either side. When he moved it, it was revealed to be an antler skull with glowing green eyes hanging in the background. Snakes were wrapped around one of the pillars supporting a bar stand. “Big Booze,” “Welcome” and “Big Soul” signs were placed overhead on the stand. Neon green card suits consisted of the designs at the bottom of the stand.

 Husk had been born in Nevada and grew up in a casino. He enjoyed gambling, drinking, money and magic shows. He had died at age 75 in the 1970s via drinking overdose.

 “Don’t you “Husker” me, you son of a bitch!” Husk spat, swiping Alastor’s hand away from his shoulder. “I was about to win the whole damn pot!”

 Husk stared in anger as the stacks of money and chips on the table vanished in static.

 “Good to see you too!” added Alastor.

 Husk face palmed. “What the fuck do you want with me this time?”

 Alastor grabbed hold of him in a side hug, startling him so much that cards fell from his hands.

 “My friend, I am doing some charity work, so I took it upon myself to volunteer your services! I hope that’s okay.”

 Husk was taken aback. “Are you shittin’ me?!”

 “Hmm. No, I don’t think so!” Alastor replied.

 Husk shoved the Radio Demon off him, the latter casually dusting off his red sleeves. He puffed up his black and white fur in anger, his cat ears twitching. “You thought it would be some kind of big fuckin’ riot just to pull me outta nowhere? You think I’m some kinda fuckin’ clown?”

 “Maybe,” Alastor grinned.

 Audience laughter emitted from the microphone.

 “I ain’t doin’ no fuckin’ charity job,” Husk protested.

 Alastor appeared next to him, startling the cat. “Well I figured you would be the perfect face to man the front desk of this fine establishment.”

 He pointed toward the bar stand with the staff as clapping was heard again.

 “With your charming smile and welcoming energy…”

 Alastor spread the corners of Husk’s mouth upward into a demonic smile of yellow teeth. Husk frowned seconds after he let go.

 “…this job was made for you!”

 Alastor strutted over toward the bar stand, the soles of his black shoes revealing red hoof prints as he walked.

 “Don’t worry, my friend,” Alastor continued, “I can make this more welcoming…if you wish.”

 With a curve of his fingers, a green bottle of cheap booze appeared on the counter.

 Husk stared with wide eyes, suddenly very thirsty. He swore he could hear the sound of a slot machine.

 “What, you think you can buy me with a wink and some cheap booze?!” He took the bottle in anger. “Well you can!”

 He immediately guzzled it down and walked away.

 “Too easy,” thought Alastor.

 By this time, Charlie, Vaggie and Angela Dust had arrived to see what the commotion was about. Vaggie rushed toward the bar, furious.

 “Hey, hey, hey, hey!” yelled the moth demon. “No, no bar, no alcohol. This is supposed to be a place that discourages sin! Not some kind of…brothel, man-cave!”

 Angel lunged himself into her, knocking her to the floor.

 “Shut up! Shut! Up! We are keeping this.” He pointed at Husk with multiple gloved fingers.

 He slid up to Shell. “Hey,” he said in a flirtatious voice.

 “Go fuck yourself,” Husk deadpanned, drinking his booze.

 “Only if you watch me,” Angel retorted, with a sway of his butt and hips.

 To make matters worse for Husk, Charlie leaned in close to him, excitement and red stars in her eyes.

 “Oh my gosh! Welcome to the Happy Hotel! You are going to love it here!”

 “I lost the ability to love years ago,” Husk replied, gulping down more booze.

 Alastor walked in, an ever-present grin on his face.

 “So, what do you think?”

 Charlie ran over to him. “This is amazing!” she beamed, rubbing her cheeks. Alastor blinked rapidly in appreciation.

 “It’s okay,” Vaggie grumbled from nearby, arms crossed.

 Alastor laughed and pulled the two girls close to him. “This is going to be very entertaining!” His laughter was mixed with old radio sounds and static.

 Alastor conjured fire in his hand…Charlie stared in wonder at the flames and the voodoo symbols. He pushed Vaggie aside and changed his attire.

 He now wore a fancy red suit with a white undershirt and a black bow tie. A red top hat appeared on his head, complete with small spikes along the black band and two needles sticking out from the top. He twirled Charlie around in a dance, the princess looking stunned. Pointing his finger over her head, he transformed Charlie’s outfit. Her blonde hair was now short and wavy. She wore an elegant black and pink dress, black gloves, a pink hat with a small black bow and black heels. She looked like a dapper lady from the early 20th century. The bottom half of her dress was pink, while her round hat was mostly the same color.

 Charlie stared at her conjured clothing in amazement.

Vaggie was on the floor, fuming.

Alastor picked Charlie up and threw her into the air. She yelped in delight and landed gracefully next to him. Two glowing apples and a skull with deer horns flashed in the background.

Reality had been altered to the Radio Demon’s liking. The entire room was lit in psychedelic colors. Voodoo symbols and shapes were etched in every nook and cranny, including a pair of pink claws reaching for the door. Alastor and Charlie waltzed in the spotlight as electro swing music began to play in the distance. The all-encompassing noise, though, was the signature radio-static sound.

Alastor sang his reprise to Charlie:

“You have a dream You wish to tell And it’s so laughable But hey kid, what the hell!”

 Charlie found herself sliding down what was the staircase moments ago. Alastor led the way as they held hands. They landed on the lower floor as Alastor continued his reprise. Deer statues and painted antlers were everywhere.

Back at the bar stand, Husk sat looking bored. Vaggie hissed at Angel grabbing onto her shoulder, while Niffty stared in wonder. Alastor snapped his fingers and their outfits changed as well.

Angel was wearing a neon pink suit, Husk a pink bow tie, Vaggie a dark dress, with her hair now smooth and long, and finally Niffty, with a dress and a cute top hat with small flowers.

 “‘Cause you’re one of a kind A charming demon belle! Now let’s give these burning fools a place to dwell (Take it, boys!)”

 Alastor snapped his fingers once more and shadowy imps rose to life from a hole in the ground. The happy spirits played a trumpet, a tuba, and a drum set. Charlie snapped her fingers to the beat, while Vaggie watched with worry. She reached out to her friend but was pulled away by Alastor. He enveloped the group into a tight hug, followed by glowing images of dark spirits staring at them. While Husk, Vaggie and Angel looked on in terror, Niffty watched in amazement, like she had seen it all before.

Alastor pulled Husk and Angel close again. He rubbed Angel’s head with a white hat and went on his merry way. He pulled a strand from one of Husk’s red eyebrows. Husk flipped him the bird as he left.

Vaggie stood, annoyed in the spotlight. Using his cane, Alastor added a feathered peacock hat and a white fox fur scarf to her outfit. Then out of nowhere, he slapped her butt.

“Pompous pervert!” Vaggie thought in rage as he wondered away with a smirk. Alastor danced some more, kicking a horned skull to the side. In the background, Niffy happily swept up the bits of bone.

 “Inside of every demon is a lost cause But we’ll dress ‘em up now with just a smile! (With a smile!) And we’ll chlorinate this cesspool With some old redemption flair And show these simpletons some proper class and style! (What’s in style? Oh!)”

 He made his way to the circular fireplace, where he waved his staff. Shadows arrived to join the party, including a shadowy version of himself, with large antlers and fangs: Rotsala. The shadow grinned a blue grin at him, before making it disappear in a poof. He then led Charlie in an upbeat dance, spinning her around, helping her match her steps to his. Their noses almost touched. Charlie blushed when he toyed with her cheeks. As Charlie was led away, Vaggie stood in the background, horrified and disgusted. What was happening to her friend?

Charlie and Alastor laughed as they danced, the princess locked in a happy trance. She could almost see the sparkling romantic themed bubbles in the background.

 “Here below the ground I’m sure you’re plan is sound! They’ll spend a little time Down at this Hazbin Ho…”

 Alastor was about to finish his song, when an explosion burst apart a window behind him. The force caused the door to blow off and fly straight into little Niffty’s face, sending her flying back. “Ow! I’m okay!” she called from the distance.

 “Sir Pentious Fucking Dies”

 Soon the colors were back to normal and so were everyone’s outfits. The group peered out from the hole, Alastor craning his neck. The group went out onto the path and spotted a flying blimp. Sir Pentious poked his head out from an opening in the ship, fangs bared.

 “Ha!” the snake inventor laughed. “Well, well, well, look who it is harboring the striped freak!” he called, mentioning to the white spider demon. “We meet again, Alastor!”

 Alastor merely asked with a smug look, “Do I know you?”

 Sir Pentious’ face fell before he grew angry. “Oh yes you do!” He slithered back into his seat. “And this time I have the element of…surprise!”

 He pulled a lever and a cannon lowered to the ground.

 “I’m so evil!” he declared with maniacal laughter as the cannon fired up.

 Alastor snapped his fingers, red tendrils of smoke rising from his hand. The weapon froze in mid fire and a fiery portal opened up below the blimp. Pink smoke filled the air.

 A horde of black tendrils rose from the hole, latching onto the ship. One tentacle ripped off the cannon and threw it into another smaller portal, causing it to explode in pink smoke. One of the tentacles had already smashed a hole in the large round window.

 Sir Pentious looked on in shock as her Egg Bois slammed against the wall (one of them read #Ouch.) One of the eggs cracked open, spilling out yellowish brains and small organs among the stains of yok. Sir Pentious and another minion were thrown against the wall.

 “Whoa, whoa, whoa!” he screamed before he was slammed against the ceiling by a black limb.

 “Ow, that hurt!” he cried.

 Sir Pentious screamed as he was forcefully dragged along the floor and lifted up slightly. He was held in place, surrounded by the wrapped up tendril. At once, the tendril shrunk and squeezed the helpless snake. The Egg Bois ran around frantically.

 From the outside, more black tendrils were closing in. Red voodoo symbols appeared around the blimp.

 “Ede m 'sèrviteur.”

 Four horned shadowy spirits with red auras floated around, wearing toothy grins.

 The tendrils were now wrapped around the entire blimp, holding it in place like thick black vines.

 Red radio waves filled Alastor’s eyes as he curled his fingers inward. The sky vanished, replaced with red. Hovering red voodoo symbols appeared all around him as he altered the state of reality. Radio static consumed the air.

 The vines thickened and completely enclosed the blimp. The spirits swooped around it in excitement, with echoing shrieks. The aura around the tendrils glowed a fiery yellow, the same color as the portal rim.

 “Kalfu! Destriksyon pa bra nwa.”

 Alastor closed his four-fingered hand which began to glow. A red drop of blood fell from his glowing hand. The tendrils proceeded to crush the blimp. Pink rays of light shot from the center and the blimp exploded in a loud BOOM!

 Pink smoke spread everywhere as the spirits sped away. The tendrils broke into severed bloody pieces that rained down to the ground. Alastor smiled victoriously, while behind them, the group of five stared in utter terror and shock. (Save for Niffty who had a small smile on her face).

 “Well, I’m starved!” Alastor exclaimed, turning around to face the group. Who wants some jambalaya?” He spread her arms out before leading the way back to the hotel. “My mother once showed me a wonderful recipe for jambalaya! In fact, it nearly killed her!”

 He laughed. “You could say the kick was straight out of Hell!” he added while laughing at his own joke. “Oh, I’m on a roll!”

 The others followed him back.

Charlie and Niffty smiled while Husk, Angel, and Vaggie looked on with concern. Niffty scurried around Alastor with a look of admiration. Angel blew Husk a kiss, which earned the druggie demon a glare from the gambler. Charlie turned to Vaggie excitedly. Vaggie reluctantly went along with Charlie’s idea, even giving her a small supporting smile. As long as Charlie was happy, then Vaggie was alright, too.

 From up above, the hotel looked like a mashed-up haunted house. An old dark train was perched on a balcony, with some monstrous faces carved in. A ship, reminiscent of the Titanic, was leaning upwards against the building as part of the structure. An old carousel served as part of the upper balcony and windows. Skull designs decorated the small windows in a row. Finally, on top of a giant yellow eye, was the sign “Happy Hotel” supported by pillars of worn wood.  

 Alastor continued, “Yes sir! This is the start of some real changes down here! The game is set! Now…”

 He glanced up and pointed his finger toward the sign. Pink electricity shot out and made contact with the sign.

 The sign now read “Hazbin Hotel.”

 “Stay tuned,” he finished with a low sinister laugh.

 Back at the crater, smoke took the faces of demons and rose into the air. Broken egg minions littered the ground. One minion rubbed his head. With a shaking arm, Sir Pentious lifted himself up from the gaping hole, fangs shattered, eye swollen.

 “Now will you shoot me with your ray gun?” asked the minion.

 Sir Pentious face-planted on the ground in response.

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"THE HOLY💫HEAVENLY LAWS OF 👁GOD💫 YOU HAVE DISOBEYED SO FOR CENTURIES EVEN MORE SO IN THE LAST [6+ YEARS]

THAT HIS REAL BROTHERS IN HOLY SPIRIT KNOWN AS THE HEAD ANGEL KINGS👑👑 MERCY💫AND DEATH💀

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YOU OF MANKIND [DID NOT] SO DESIRE TO ACKNOWLEDGE HIS REAL ANGELS AND YOU STILL TO THIS DAY [REFUSE] TO ACCEPT HOW CLOSE HIS POWERFUL BIGSIGN💫 IS UPON YOU LIVING IN HIS CREATED WORLD!!!

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WHAT A SHAMEFUL DISAPPOINTMENT THE [BROWNSTARS]✔ HAVE BEEN LEADING ALL RACES OF MANKIND IN DISRESPECTING HIS HOLY💫PLANS AND HIS ANGEL BROTHERS EVEN WHEN THEY DID TO BLESS YOU FROM THE WHITE HOUSE FOR [8] LONG YEARS TO THE STREETS OF THE [CITY OF ANGELS😇]

THE WHITESTARS✔ AND DARKSTARS✔ DID SO ALSO DISRESPECT WITH GREAT FORCE WITH THE WHITESTARS ONLY A FRACTION AWAY FROM THE BROWNSTARS✔DOING [THEIR DIRT]👈 AGAINST HIS TWO ANGELS USING [EVIL DECEITFUL TACTICS] FROM WASHINGTON, DC.

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BUT NOW THE WHOLE WORLD🌎KNOWS OF YOUR [EVIL AND FOOLISH DECEITFULNESS] YOU [VOLUNTEERED AND DEDICATED] YOUR [EVIL LIVES] TO GO AGAINST THOSE WHO WERE SENT BACK INTO FLESH TO HELP YOU

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FOR GOING AGAINST MY HEAD ANGEL👑

FOR VOLUNTEERING TO DO EVILNESS!!!

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THE SUPREME COURT WILL RULE ON DACA IN JUNE 2020🇺🇸BEFORE THE ELECTION🇺🇸

WILL THE BROWNSTARS AWAKEN🌄AND START TO RESPECT GODS💫POWER, HIS HOLY💫PLANS AND WE HIS REAL ANGELS?

👉[1] VIDEO AND POOF SHIT GOES AWAY👈BUT YOU MOFO'S RATHER DISRESPECT MY GOD💫

THE WORLD🌍IS IN ITS LAST END DAYS!!! YOU DUMBASS MOFO'S ARE COSTING YOUR OWN PEOPLE!!! NO!!! I DON'T NEED NO PASS FROM DEMONS👹ITS FAR TOO LATE!!! OBEY MY REAL 👁GOD!!! HE MIGHT CHANGE!!!

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WHEN YOU'RE SPIRIT IS💫AWAKE🌄YOU 👈👉DON'T EVER DOUBT 👁GOD💫IF YOU DO YOU'RE ONLY HALF AWAKE🌄PRAY🙏2 HIM💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓🤜🤜🤜🤜🤜🤜🤜💀💀💀🤛🤛🤛🤛🤛🤛🤛GODSAYS💫10,000 SHALL PERISH FOR IT IS WRITTEN AND SURELY ALL IN MY CREATED WORLD🌍SHALL HEAR OF IT BEING DONE!!! FOR I COMMAND ALL OF MY REAL ANGELS AND IT IS I WHOM SPEAK IT TRUTH!!!

SURELY YOU SINNED GREATLY AGAINST ME!!

LIKE THE REAL MIRACLES💫HEALINGS💫AND REAL BLESSINGS THE DEATH💀GIVEN SHALL BE REAL!!!

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[STANLEY] WORK SHIRT!!!

THE BROWNSTAR LADIES IN FRONT OF ME LOOKED FRIGHTEN THEY ARE SAFE!!! BUT THEY KNEW THE DEMON👹FUCKED UP!!! SURELY 👁GOD💫RAISED MY FIST🤜WITH ME!!!

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GODSAYS💫I AM ALPHA AND OMEGA THEE, CREATOR OF MANKIND [WILL SO WATCH] THEE FROM HOLY💫HEAVEN AND SURELY MONITOR ALL LIVING ON EARTH🌎DURING THESE [CHANGING TIMES] ESPECIALLY IN THE CITY OF VAN NUYS AND PANORAMA CITY FOR SURELY YOU GO AGAINST ME!!!

JUST LIKE I MADE MY BROTHER IN SPIRIT💫 GIVE UNTO YOU MIRACLES, HEALINGS AND BLESSINGS💫[AS I RAISED HIS HAND✋FOR [YEARS] TRUST FOR YOUR DISOBEDIENCE I AM NOW RAISING HIS FIST🤜OF DEATH TO ELIMINATE YOU EVIL👹DISOBEDIENT!!!

ANY DEMON👹FEMALE WHO ASKS A FOOL TO LOSE HIS LIFE PLAYING FOR HER TRUST SHE I SHALL GIVE [💀CERVICAL CANCER💀]

IT IS YOUR CHOICE [OBEY] OR SUFFER!!!

~I AM HE, CREATOR OF ALL MANKIND💫TRUST I HAVE EVERY RIGHT FOR I AM HE!!!

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GODSAYS💫TRULY STUNNING EYE OPENING TESTIMONY WITHOUT QUESTION TRULY IS IMPEACHABLE HARD FACTS AGAINST THE EVIL👹DEMONTRUMP👹

SEE GODSHEADANGEL.POSTHAVEN. COM

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THE UPSTAIRS DEMONS👹DEMON👹CHILD HAS NOW BEEN CURSED WITH A DEADLY DISEASE!!! NO I WASN'T SLEEP JUST SO TALKING TO 👁GOD💫WHO YOU JUST PISSED OFF!!!

📖📖📖📖📖📖JOB 1:21 KJV📖📖📖📖📖📖

📖AND SAID, NAKED CAME I OUT OF MY📖 MOTHER'S WOMB, AND NAKED SHALL I 📖 RETURN THITHER; THE LORD GAVE AND📖 THE LORD HATH TAKEN AWAY; BLESSED BE [THE NAME OF THE LORD.]

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GODS💫UNDERSTAND THAT I AM HE, THY LIVING 👁GOD💫HAVE SO CREATED ALL THAT YOU SEE AND DON'T SEE FOR SURELY EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE I OWN!!! TRUST I GIVE LIFE AND TAKE IT AWAY FOR I AM ALPHA AND OMEGA IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN THOSE THAT FEAR ME NOT SHALL KNOW MY WORKS AND FEEL MY WRATH!!!

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FOR THE LORD GOD💫HAS SPOKEN OF IT MANY TIMES IN HOLY💫HEAVENLY💫SPIRIT TO ME, THAT OUR BROTHER👑IN SPIRIT💫

THE HEAD ANGEL KING👑OF MERCY💫SHALL SO TAKE HIS CHOSEN [8] REVEALED ELITE💕ANGEL😇QUEENS👑 SO [TIED] TO HIM BY 👁GOD💫HIMSELF CENTURIES AGO FOR SURELY THEY SHALL BE AWAKENED🌄

SPIRITUALLY💫THEN HONORED🙏 BEFORE ALL IN HOLY💫HEAVEN💫AND THE WORLD ALL [EIGHT] ELITEANGELQUEENS👑SHALL 👉SO BE NAMED ON DECEMBER 8TH 2019

THE ANOINTED HOLY💫HEAVENLY💫SPIRIT SHALL ONCE AGAIN SO BE UPON THEM AS THEY'LL SPEAK IN HOLY💫SPIRIT💫WITH THE HEAD ANGEL KING👑AND QUEEN👑 USING THEIR BLESSED ANELIC💫MINDS

BUT [SHALL NOT ELEVATE] TO WEAR THE HALO💫CROWN👑AS HEAD ANGEL QUEENS [FOR] IN HOLY💫HEAVEN💫CENTURIES AGO [AS IT SHALL BE SO] ON EARTH🌍ONLY [1] SHALL ALWAYS BE HIS HEADANGELQUEEN AND THAT IS THE HEAD ANGEL QUEEN OF MERCY💫MICHELLE OBAMA👑

TROUBLE NOT YOUR MINDS [UNBLESSED]✔ WOMEN OF OUR 👁GODS💫WORLD🌎FOR THERE IS [NO NEED TO BOTHER EITHER] OF [THEM] FOR THOSE REVEALED ON 11/22/19 [HAVE BEEN HIS FOR CENTURIES] THEY ARE HIS REAL ANGELWIVES😇NONE OTHERS WILL BE REQUIRED GOD💫HAS PROVIDED

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1 ASIANSTAR, 1 DARKSTAR, 1 WHITESTAR,

1 BROWNSTAR, 1 FRENCHSTAR,

1 HAWAIIANSTAR, 1 AUSTRALIANSTAR,

1 ITALIANSTAR,

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TRUST 👁GOD💫DID SO CHOOSE THEM SO MANY CENTURIES AGO WE WILL PUT A [CURSE⚡] ON ANY WHO✔ PLAY THE GAME OF FOOLS!!! [FOR YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED]

THERE IS NO NEED WHAT SO EVER FOR ANY ADDITIONAL ANGEL QUEENS OF MERCY💫TO 💓BIRTH👣BABYANGELS😇OF MERCY💫

LORD, KNOWS THE HEAD KING👑QUEEN👑OF MERCY💫HAVE NO CHOICE FOR GOD💫HAS SPOKEN FOR HE IS, I AM HE, 👁GOD!!!

THE WHOLE WORLD🌍OF THE LIVING KNEW THIS WAS COMING!!!

NOW THAT THE BIGSIGN🙏IS NEAR IT IS SO TIME⏳TO REVEAL HIS [8]ANCIENT QUEENS💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥SATURDAY NOVEMBER 23RD 0415HRS PST

GODSAYS💫DO THE DARKSTARS KNOW WHY I AM HE ALLOWED THEIR SLAVERY TO LAST SEVERAL HUNDRED YEARS? UNDERSTAND THAT EVILNESS CAME UPON YOUR SPIRITS AS A WHOLE AGAINST ME [LISTEN TO ME] MY CHOSEN ONES [DO NOT MAKE] THAT SAME MISTAKE FOR SURELY YOU SHALL PAY A TRULY HEAVIER PRICE THAN TAKING THE TITLE FROM THE BROWNSTARS AS THE VERY ⬛[WORST RACE IN HUMANITY]⬛

👉👉[[DO NOT GO AGAINST ME AGAIN]]👈👈

DARKSTARS AS YOU HAVE FIERCELY FOR THESE LAST 6+YEARS LIKE THE WORST IN HUMANITY 💥[BROWNSTARS]💥 AND THE V💥[DISOBEDIENT WHITESTARS!!!]💥 KNOW THY YOU ARE THE CHOSEN ONES YET ALSO KNOW I WILL PUNISH YOU THE WORST FOR ANY DISOBEDIENCE ACKNOWLEDGE AND CONFIRM MY HOLY💫LAWS AND PLANS💫ACKNOWLEDGE AND CONFIRM MY REAL ANGEL FAMILY IF YOU SEE THEM A RARE SIGHTING INDEED!!!

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TRUST WHEN ARC💫ANGEL😇GABRIEL👑BLOWS HIS MIGHTY HEAVENLY HORN🎺

👉👉DARKSTARS YOU WILL NOT EVER👈👈👉WANT THE EVIL👹AND WICKED TITLE👈 👹👹👹WORST RACE OF HUMANITY👹👹👹👁HANGING OVER ALL OF YOUR HEADS👁

IT IS BEST TO KEEP YOUR SPIRITS RIGHT💫 KNOW THY PLACE AND KNOW THAT I AM HE THY LIVING AND REAL POWERFUL👁GOD💫👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇

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The Feast of the Holy Guardian Angels Feast Day: October 2 - Both Calendars

May our guardian angels always watch over and protect us!

The Feast of the Holy Guardian Angels - adapted from The Liturgical Year, Vol. XIV, by Dom Gueranger

Although the solemnity of September 29 celebrates the praises of all nine glorious choirs, yet the piety of the faithful, in the latter ages, desired to have a special day consecrated to the Guardian Angels. Several churches having taken the initiative, and kept the feast under various rites and on different days, Paul V (1608) authorized its celebration ad libitum. Clement X (1670) established it by precept as a Feast of double rite on October 2, the first free day after September 29, on which it thus remains… It has been a greater double since 1883.

It is of faith, on the testimony of the Scriptures and of unanimous tradition, that God commits to His Angels the guardianship of men, who are called to contemplate Him together with these blessed spirits in their common fatherland. Catholic theology teaches that this protection is extended to every member of the human race, without any distinction of just and sinners, infidels and baptized. To ward off dangers; to uphold man in his struggle against the demons; to awaken in him holy thoughts; to prevent him from sinning, and even, at times, to chastise him; to pray for him, and present his prayers to God: such is the office of the Guardian Angel. So special is his mission, that one Angel does not undertake the guardianship of several persons simultaneously; so diligent is his care, that he follows his ward from the first day to the last of his mortal existence, receiving the soul as it quits this life, and bearing it from the feet of the sovereign Judge to the place it has merited in Heaven, or to its temporary sojourn in the place of expiation and purification.

It is from the lowest of the nine choirs, the nearest to ourselves, that the Guardian Angels are for the most part selected. God reserves to the Seraphim, Cherubim, and Thrones the honor of following His Own immediate court. The Dominations, from the steps of His throne, preside over the government of the universe; the Virtues watch over the course of nature's laws, the preservation of species, and the movements of the heavens; the Powers hold the spirits of wickedness in subjection. The human race in its entirety, as also its great social bodies, the nations and the churches, are confided to the Principalities; while the Archangels, who preside over smaller communities, seem also to have the office of transmitting to the Angels the commands of God, together with the love and light which come down even to us from the first and highest hierarchy. O the depths of the wisdom of God! Thus, then, the admirable distribution of offices among the choirs of heavenly spirits terminates in the function committed to the lowest rank, the guardianship of man, for whom the universe subsists. Such is the teaching...the Apostle, in like manner, says: 'Are they not all ministering spirits, sent to minister for them, who shall receive the inheritance of salvation?' [Heb. i. 14]

But God, magnificent as He is towards the whole human race, honors in a special manner the princes of His people, those who are most favored by His the work of salvation, the Guardian Angel has no fear of being left alone at his post; at his request, and at God's command, the troops of his blessed companions, who fill Heaven and earth, are ever ready to lend him their aide. These noble spirits, acting under the eye of God Whose love they desire to second by all possible means, have secret alliances between them, which sometimes include between their clients, even on earth, unions the mystery whereof will be revealed in the light of eternity.

'How profound a mystery,' says Origen, 'is the apportioning of souls to the Angels destined for their guardians! It is a Divine secret, part of the universal economy centered in the Man-God. Nor is it without ineffable order that the ministries of earth, the many departments of nature, are allotted to the heavenly Virtues; fountains and rivers, winds and forests, plants, living creatures of land and sea, whose various functions harmonize together by the Angels directing them all to a common end.' [in Josue, Hom. xxiii]

Again, on these words of Jeremiahs: How long shall the land mourn? [xii. 4] Origen, supported by the authority of his translator Saint Jerome, continues [in Jerem. Hom. x. justa Hieron . viii]: 'It is through each one of us that the earth rejoices or mourns; and not only the earth, but water, fire, air, all the elements; by which name we must here understand not insensible matter, but the Angels who are set over all things on earth. There is an Angel of the land, who, with his companions, mourns over our crimes. There is an Angel of the waters to whom are applied the words of the Psalm: The waters saw Thee, and they were afraid, and the depths were troubled; great was the noise of the waters; the clouds sent out a sound, for Thy arrows pass.' [lxxvi. 17, 18]

How grand is nature viewed in this light! It is thus the ancients, more truthful as well as more poetical than our generation, always considered the universe. Their error lay in adoring these mysterious powers, to the detriment of the only God, under Whom they stoop that bear up the world. [Job ix. 13]

'Air and earth and ocean, everything is full of Angels,' says Saint Ambrose. [in Psalm. cxviii , Serm. i. 9, 11, 12] 'Eliseus, besieged by a whole army, felt no fear, for he beheld invisible cohorts assisting him. May the prophet open thine eyes also; may the enemy, be he legion, not terrify thee; thou thinkest thyself hemmed in, and thou art free: there are more with us than with them.' [4 Kings vi. 16]

But let us return to our specially-deputed Angel, and meditate on this other testimony: 'The noble Guardian of each one of us sleeps not, nor can he be deceived. Close thy door, and make the darkness of night; but remember, thou art never alone; he has no need of daylight in order to see thy actions.' And who is it that speaks thus? Not a father of the Church, but a pagan, the slave philosopher Epictetus. [Ap. Arrian. Diss. 1, 14]

In conclusion, let us listen to the Abbot of Clairvaux (Saint Bernard), who here gives free rein to his eloquence: 'In every place show respect to thy Angel. Let gratitude for his benefits incite thee to honor his greatness. Love this thy future coheir, the Guardian appointed for thee by the Father during thy childhood. For though we are sons of God, we are as yet but children, and long and dangerous is our journey. But God hath given His Angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all ways. In their hands they shall bear thee up, lest thou dash thy foot against a stone. Thou shalt walk upon the asp and the basilisk; and thou shalt trample under foot the lion and the dragon. [Psalm xc. 11-13] Yes; where the road is smooth enough for a child, they will content themselves with guiding thee, and sustaining thy footsteps, as one does for children. But if trials threaten to surpass thy strength, they will bear thee up in their hands. Oh those hands of Angels! Thanks to them, what fearful straits we have passed through, as it were without thinking, and with no other impression left upon us, than that of a nightmare suddenly dispelled!' [in Psalm. xc. Sermon xii]

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Verses

When the re-merging of V and Urizen was inturrupted, both V and Vergil remained, existing in balence. Each weary of the threat the other’s existance posed for their own, it was by Nero’s interfereance that an uneasy truce was established. But now what does this dual existance mean for the sins of their past, their future and fate?

V now seeks to right the mistakes of his past and holds himself equally responsible to Vergil, the two bound in a parallel. But even with such intentions, bearing a list of sins so long, will he be able to find a means to pay his recompense?

More about this verse here ||  #v My Recompense (Main Verse) Thread Wishlist

When the re-merging of V and Urizen was inturrupted, V’s existence was again shattered along with Vergil’s and Urizen’s. All unravelling yet reforming repeatedly and as one of many wandering a transient existence, V seeks to assure his survival in whatever realm awaits him, or his other-selves.

A refugee of fate, his Fearful Symmetry.

This verse is for looser interactions that are not part of my V’s main verse and thus is subject to more deviation and crossover with the lore of other’s verses, both canon-based, AU or entire otherworlds. As both a reader and a writer, I enjoy crossing verses into other’s scenarios.

More about this verse here. || #v Thy Fearful Symmetry (Multi Verse) Thread Wishlist

A hybrid subjected to experimentation through his childhood in the underground laboratory of The Order of the Sword, when Valdis escapes, he seeks that which can cease the endless cravings of his demonic nature while destroying whatever remnants of cult he finds in his wake.

More about this verse here. || #v Valdis (Not Vergil Verse) Thread Wishlist

If you’re interested in creating a specific Verse with me, or having my V as part of your Verse, let me know! (I enjoy reading whole verses.)

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~~Warning~~ Undesirables -The Unswaddled - Aborting The Chosen; The Regeneration of Eugenics "You See Slaying My Sons and Daughters as a Small Matter!" Says the Lord~ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IzKXeddm5_0

~~~Sacrificing Children to Demonic Deities~~~ Jeremiah 19:5 (KJV) 5 They have built also the high places of Baal, to burn their sons with fire for burnt offerings unto Baal, which I commanded not, nor spake it, neither came it into my mind: Leviticus 18:21 (KJV) 21 And thou shalt not let any of thy seed pass through the fire to Molech, neither shalt thou profane the name of thy God: I am the Lord.

You have Slain MY SONS & DAUGTERS - and YOU THINK THIS IS A SMALL MATTER? Ezekiel 16:20-23  (KJV) 20 Moreover thou hast taken thy sons and thy daughters, whom thou hast borne unto me, and these hast thou sacrificed unto them to be devoured. Is this of thy whoredoms a small matter, 21 That thou hast slain my children, and delivered them to cause them to pass through the fire for them? 22 And in all thine abominations and thy whoredoms thou hast not remembered the days of thy youth, when thou wast naked and bare, and wast polluted in thy blood. 23 And it came to pass after all thy wickedness, (woe, woe unto thee! saith the Lord God;)

THE STAR GENERATION Genesis 15:5 (KJV) 5 And he brought him forth abroad, and said, Look now toward heaven, and tell the stars, if thou be able to number them: and he said unto him, So shall thy seed be.  also found in Genesis 22:17 and 26:4 ~~~ OPRESSION of One Another~~~ Isaiah 3:5 (KJV) 5 And the people shall be oppressed, every one by another, and every one by his neighbour: the child shall behave himself proudly against the ancient, and the base against the honourable.

EUGENICS - UNDESIRABLES After evaluation, the child was placed into one of several categories; • desirable • natural reproduction, • tolerable, (Where many are Spiritually Now) • or undesirable (Where it is Heading)

Grace Nuggets: • The Nation will Go Further • Sterilization without Knowledge • Now through Feminism -Willingly

CHILDREN ARE THE HERITAGE OF THE LORD & AND ARROWS IN THE HAND OF THE MIGHTY MAN

Psalm 127:3-4 (KJV) 3 Lo, children are an heritage of the Lord: and the fruit of the womb is his reward. 4 As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the youth.

You have Slain Your PROFITS -- YOUR LEADERS Jeremiah 2:30  (KJV) 30 In vain have I smitten your children; they received no correction: your own sword hath devoured your prophets, like a destroying lion.

Grace Nuggets: • Eugenics is Actually what this was • Abortion, infanticide and child abandonment were permitted under Roman law at the time of Jesus1 • THE SAME JUDGEMENT WILL TAKE NEW ROME • 1933 to 1945  =196  and 199    Both will total 13

THE BS.. LYING REASONS THEY SAY EUGENICS WAS NEEDED:

• Eugenics is the practice or advocacy of improving the human species by selectively mating people with specific desirable hereditary traits. • It aims to reduce human suffering by “breeding out” disease, disabilities and so-called undesirable characteristics from the human population. • Early supporters of eugenics believed people inherited mental illness, criminal tendencies and even poverty, and that these conditions could be bred out of the

Grace Nugget: PROFESSING THEMSELVES TO BE WISE THEY WERE/ARE INDEED FOOLS

THE LORD RAISES UP TEACHERS, LEADERS, PROFITS,   To Judge, Lead or RESTORE a PEOPLE or Nation

Acts 13:22  (KJV) 22 And when he had removed him, he raised up unto them David to be their king; to whom also he gave their testimony, and said, I have found David the son of Jesse, a man after mine own heart, which shall fulfil all my will. Acts 13:22 (MSG) 20-22 “Up to the time of Samuel the prophet, God provided judges to lead them. But then they asked for a king, and God gave them Saul, son of Kish, out of the tribe of Benjamin. After Saul had ruled forty years, God removed him from office and put King David in his place, with this commendation: ‘I’ve searched the land and found this David, son of Jesse. He’s a man whose heart beats to my heart, a man who will do what I tell him.’

ALSO SAMUEL WAS RAISED UP TO REPLACE ELI Samuel and The Fall of Eli and His 2 SONS (1 Samuel 3:1-4:22) And the child Samuel ministered unto the Lord before Eli. And the word of the Lord was precious in those days; there was no open vision.  2 And it came to pass at that time, when Eli was laid down in his place, and His Eyes Began To Wax Dim, That He Could Not See; 3 And ere the lamp of God went out in the temple of the Lord, where the ark of God was, and Samuel was laid down to sleep; 4 That the Lord Called Samuel: and he answered, Here am I. 5 And he ran unto Eli, and said, Here am I; for thou calledst me. And he said, I called not; lie down again. And he went and lay down. 6 And the Lord called yet again, Samuel. And Samuel arose and went to Eli, and said, Here am I; for thou didst call me. And he answered, I called not, my son; lie down again. 7 Now Samuel did not yet know the Lord, neither was the word of the Lord yet revealed unto him. 8 And the Lord called Samuel again the third time. And he arose and went to Eli, and said, Here am I; for thou didst call me. And Eli perceived that the Lord had called the child. 9 Therefore Eli said unto Samuel, Go, lie down: and it shall be, if he call thee, that thou shalt say, Speak, Lord; for thy servant heareth. So Samuel went and lay down in his place. 10 And the Lord came, and stood, and called as at other times, Samuel, Samuel. Then Samuel answered, Speak; for thy servant heareth. 11 And The Lord Said To Samuel, Behold, I will do a thing in Israel, at which both the ears of every one that heareth it shall tingle. 12 In that day I will perform against Eli all things which I have spoken concerning his house: when I begin, I will also make an end. 13 For I have told him that I will judge his house for ever for the iniquity which he knoweth; because his sons made themselves vile, and he restrained them not. 14 And therefore I have sworn unto the house of Eli, that the iniquity of Eli's house shall not be purged with sacrifice nor offering for ever. 15 And Samuel lay until the morning, and opened the doors of the house of the Lord. And Samuel feared to shew Eli the vision. 16 Then Eli called Samuel, and said, Samuel, my son. And he answered, Here am I. 17 And he said, What is the thing that the Lord hath said unto thee? I pray thee hide it not from me: God do so to thee, and more also, if thou hide any thing from me of all the things that he said unto thee. 18 And Samuel told him every whit, and hid nothing from him. And he said, It is the Lord: let him do what seemeth him good. 19 And Samuel grew, and the Lord was with him, and did let none of his words fall to the ground. 20 And all Israel from Dan even to Beersheba knew that Samuel was established to be a prophet of the Lord.  21 And the Lord appeared again in Shiloh: for the Lord revealed himself to Samuel in Shiloh by the word of the Lord.

4 And the word of Samuel came to all Israel. Now Israel went out against the Philistines to battle, and pitched beside Ebenezer: and the Philistines pitched in Aphek. 2 And the Philistines put themselves in array against Israel: and when they joined battle, Israel was smitten before the Philistines: and they slew of the army in the field about four thousand men. 3 And when the people were come into the camp, the elders of Israel said, Wherefore hath the Lord smitten us to day before the Philistines? Let us fetch the ark of the covenant of the Lord out of Shiloh unto us, that, when it cometh among us, it may save us out of the hand of our enemies. 4 So the people sent to Shiloh, that they might bring from thence the ark of the covenant of the Lord of hosts, which dwelleth between the cherubims: and the two sons of Eli, Hophni and Phinehas, were there with the ark of the covenant of God.

Their SHOUT and Victory Was EMPTY as they Had SINNED 5 And when the ark of the covenant of the Lord came into the camp, all Israel shouted with a great shout, so that the earth rang again. 6 And when the Philistines heard the noise of the shout, they said, What meaneth the noise of this great shout in the camp of the Hebrews? And they understood that the ark of the Lord was come into the camp. 7 And the Philistines were afraid, for they said, God is come into the camp. And they said, Woe unto us! for there hath not been such a thing heretofore. 8 Woe unto us! who shall deliver us out of the hand of these mighty Gods? these are the Gods that smote the Egyptians with all the plagues in the wilderness. 9 Be strong and quit yourselves like men, O ye Philistines, that ye be not servants unto the Hebrews, as they have been to you: quit yourselves like men, and fight. 10 And the Philistines fought, and Israel was smitten, and they fled every man into his tent: and there was a very great slaughter; for there fell of Israel thirty thousand footmen.

11 And the ark of God was taken; and the two sons of Eli, Hophni and Phinehas, were slain. 12 And there ran a man of Benjamin out of the army, and came to Shiloh the same day with his clothes rent, and with earth upon his head.   13 And when he came, lo, Eli sat upon a seat by the wayside watching: for his heart trembled for the ark of God. And when the man came into the city, and told it, all the city cried out.   14 And when Eli heard the noise of the crying, he said, What meaneth the noise of this tumult? And the man came in hastily, and told Eli. 15 Now Eli was ninety and eight years old; and his eyes were dim, that he could not see. 16 And the man said unto Eli, I am he that came out of the army, and I fled to day out of the army. And he said, What is there done, my son? His Sons Were Killed as The Lord Said HE would Do for LACK OF DISCIPLINE 17 And the messenger answered and said, Israel is fled before the Philistines, and there hath been also a great slaughter among the people, and thy two sons also, Hophni and Phinehas, are dead, and the ark of God is taken. 18 And it came to pass, when he made mention of the ark of God, that he fell from off the seat backward by the side of the gate, and his neck brake, and he died: for he was an old man, and heavy. And he had judged Israel forty years.

You Refused Reproof & Correction When Your Desolation Comes You will Cry out.. I will NOT ANSWER Proverbs 1:22-33 (KJV) 22 How long, ye simple ones, will ye love simplicity? and the scorners delight in their scorning, and fools hate knowledge? 23 Turn you at my reproof: behold, I will pour out my spirit unto you, I will make known my words unto you.  24 Because I have called, and Ye Refused; I have stretched out my hand, and no man regarded; 25 But ye have set at nought all my counsel, and would none of my reproof: 26 I also will laugh at your calamity; I will mock when your fear cometh; 27 When your fear cometh as desolation, and your destruction cometh as a whirlwind; when distress and anguish cometh upon you.  28 Then shall they call upon me, but I will not answer; they shall seek me early, but they shall not find me:  29 For that they hated knowledge, and did not choose the fear of the Lord:   30 They would none of my counsel: they despised all my reproof. 31 Therefore shall they eat of the fruit of their own way, and be filled with their own devices. 32 For the turning away of the simple shall slay them, and the prosperity of fools shall destroy them. BUT THOSE WHO HAVE LISTENED Shall be Safe from FEAR of Evil 33 But whoso hearkeneth unto me shall dwell safely, and shall be quiet from fear of evil.

Ezekiel 33:7-9(KJV) WARN THE WICKED Ezekiel 3:20 (KJV)  WARN THE RIGHTEOUS Matthew 10:27(KJV) 27 What I tell you in darkness, that speak ye in light: and what ye hear in the ear, that preach ye upon the housetops. Strive To ENER IN at the STRAIGHT GATE Luke 13:24 (KJV) 24 Strive to enter in at the strait gate: for many, I say unto you, will seek to enter in, and shall not be able. IF YOU OBEY---IT WILL BE Well Jeremiah 7:23 (KJV) 23 But this thing commanded I them, saying, Obey my voice, and I will be your God, and ye shall be my people: and walk ye in all the ways that I have commanded you, that it may be well unto you.

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2 Corinthians 5:20(KJV) 20 Now then we are ambassadors for Christ, as though God did beseech you by us: we pray you in Christ's stead, be ye reconciled to God.

Matthew 24:14 (KJV) 14 And this gospel of the kingdom shall be preached in all the world for a witness unto all nations; and then shall the end come.

Obadiah 1:1 (KJV) 1 The vision of Obadiah. Thus saith the Lord God concerning Edom; We have heard a rumour from the Lord, and an ambassador is sent among the heathen, Arise ye, and let us rise up against her in battle.(They will Fall)

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The Desire of Ages, pp. 410-418: Chapter (45) The Foreshadowing of the Cross

This chapter is based on Matthew 16:13-28; Mark 8:27-38; Luke 9:18-27.

The work of Christ on earth was hastening to a close. Before Him, in vivid outline, lay the scenes whither His feet were tending. Even before He took humanity upon Him, He saw the whole length of the path He must travel in order to save that which was lost. Every pang that rent His heart, every insult that was heaped upon His head, every privation that He was called to endure, was open to His view before He laid aside His crown and royal robe, and stepped down from the throne, to clothe His divinity with humanity. The path from the manger to Calvary was all before His eyes. He knew the anguish that would come upon Him. He knew it all, and yet He said, “Lo, I come: in the volume of the Book it is written of Me, I delight to do Thy will, O My God: yea, Thy law is within My heart.” Psalm 40:7, 8.

Ever before Him He saw the result of His mission. His earthly life, so full of toil and self-sacrifice, was cheered by the prospect that He would not have all this travail for nought. By giving His life for the life of men, He would win back the world to its loyalty to God. Although the baptism of blood must first be received; although the sins of the world were to weigh upon His innocent soul; although the shadow of an unspeakable woe was upon Him; yet for the joy that was set before Him, He chose to endure the cross, and despised the shame.

From the chosen companions of His ministry the scenes that lay before Him were as yet hidden; but the time was near when they must behold His agony. They must see Him whom they had loved and trusted, delivered into the hands of His enemies, and hung upon the cross of Calvary. Soon He must leave them to face the world without the comfort of His visible presence. He knew how bitter hate and unbelief would persecute them, and He desired to prepare them for their trials.

Jesus and His disciples had now come into one of the towns about Caesarea Philippi. They were beyond the limits of Galilee, in a region where idolatry prevailed. Here the disciples were withdrawn from the controlling influence of Judaism, and brought into closer contact with the heathen worship. Around them were represented forms of superstition that existed in all parts of the world. Jesus desired that a view of these things might lead them to feel their responsibility to the heathen. During His stay in this region, He endeavored to withdraw from teaching the people, and to devote Himself more fully to His disciples.

He was about to tell them of the suffering that awaited Him. But first He went away alone, and prayed that their hearts might be prepared to receive His words. Upon joining them, He did not at once communicate that which He desired to impart. Before doing this, He gave them an opportunity of confessing their faith in Him that they might be strengthened for the coming trial. He asked, “Whom do men say that I the Son of man am?”

Sadly the disciples were forced to acknowledge that Israel had failed to recognize their Messiah. Some indeed, when they saw His miracles, had declared Him to be the Son of David. The multitudes that had been fed at Bethsaida had desired to proclaim Him king of Israel. Many were ready to accept Him as a prophet; but they did not believe Him to be the Messiah.

Jesus now put a second question, relating to the disciples themselves: “But whom say ye that I am?” Peter answered, “Thou art the Christ, the Son of the living God.”

From the first, Peter had believed Jesus to be the Messiah. Many others who had been convicted by the preaching of John the Baptist, and had accepted Christ, began to doubt as to John's mission when he was imprisoned and put to death; and they now doubted that Jesus was the Messiah, for whom they had looked so long. Many of the disciples who had ardently expected Jesus to take His place on David's throne left Him when they perceived that He had no such intention. But Peter and his companions turned not from their allegiance. The vacillating course of those who praised yesterday and condemned today did not destroy the faith of the true follower of the Saviour. Peter declared, “Thou art the Christ, the Son of the living God.” He waited not for kingly honors to crown his Lord, but accepted Him in His humiliation. 

Peter had expressed the faith of the twelve. Yet the disciples were still far from understanding Christ's mission. The opposition and misrepresentation of the priests and rulers, while it could not turn them away from Christ, still caused them great perplexity. They did not see their way clearly. The influence of their early training, the teaching of the rabbis, the power of tradition, still intercepted their view of truth. From time to time precious rays of light from Jesus shone upon them, yet often they were like men groping among shadows. But on this day, before they were brought face to face with the great trial of their faith, the Holy Spirit rested upon them in power. For a little time their eyes were turned away from “the things which are seen,” to behold “the things which are not seen.” 2 Corinthians 4:18. Beneath the guise of humanity they discerned the glory of the Son of God. 

Jesus answered Peter, saying, “Blessed art thou, Simon Bar-jona: for flesh and blood hath not revealed it unto thee, but My Father which is in heaven.” 

The truth which Peter had confessed is the foundation of the believer's faith. It is that which Christ Himself has declared to be eternal life. But the possession of this knowledge was no ground for self-glorification. Through no wisdom or goodness of his own had it been revealed to Peter. Never can humanity, of itself, attain to a knowledge of the divine. “It is as high as heaven; what canst thou do? deeper than hell; what canst thou know?” Job 11:8. Only the spirit of adoption can reveal to us the deep things of God, which “eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man.” “God hath revealed them unto us by His Spirit: for the Spirit searcheth all things, yea, the deep things of God.” 1 Corinthians 2:9, 10. “The secret of the Lord is with them that fear Him;” and the fact that Peter discerned the glory of Christ was an evidence that he had been “taught of God.” Psalm 25:14; John 6:45. Ah, indeed, “blessed art thou, Simon Bar-jona: for flesh and blood hath not revealed it unto thee.” 

Jesus continued: “I say also unto thee, That thou art Peter, and upon this rock I will build My church; and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it.” The word Peter signifies a stone,—a rolling stone. Peter was not the rock upon which the church was founded. The gates of hell did prevail against him when he denied his Lord with cursing and swearing. The church was built upon One against whom the gates of hell could not prevail.

Centuries before the Saviour's advent Moses had pointed to the Rock of Israel's salvation. The psalmist had sung of “the Rock of my strength.” Isaiah had written, “Thus saith the Lord God, Behold, I lay in Zion for a foundation a stone, a tried stone, a precious cornerstone, a sure foundation.” Deuteronomy 32:4; Psalm 62:7; Isaiah 28:16. Peter himself, writing by inspiration, applies this prophecy to Jesus. He says, “If ye have tasted that the Lord is gracious: unto whom coming, a living stone, rejected indeed of men, but with God elect, precious, ye also, as living stones, are built up a spiritual house.” 1 Peter 2:3-5, R. V.

“Other foundation can no man lay than that is laid, which is Jesus Christ.” 1 Corinthians 3:11. “Upon this rock,” said Jesus, “I will build My church.” In the presence of God, and all the heavenly intelligences, in the presence of the unseen army of hell, Christ founded His church upon the living Rock. That Rock is Himself,—His own body, for us broken and bruised. Against the church built upon this foundation, the gates of hell shall not prevail.

How feeble the church appeared when Christ spoke these words! There was only a handful of believers, against whom all the power of demons and evil men would be directed; yet the followers of Christ were not to fear. Built upon the Rock of their strength, they could not be overthrown.

For six thousand years, faith has builded upon Christ. For six thousand years the floods and tempests of satanic wrath have beaten upon the Rock of our salvation; but it stands unmoved.

Peter had expressed the truth which is the foundation of the church's faith, and Jesus now honored him as the representative of the whole body of believers. He said, “I will give unto thee the keys of the kingdom of heaven: and whatsoever thou shalt bind on earth shall be bound in heaven: and whatsoever thou shalt loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven.”

“The keys of the kingdom of heaven” are the words of Christ. All the words of Holy Scripture are His, and are here included. These words have power to open and to shut heaven. They declare the conditions upon which men are received or rejected. Thus the work of those who preach God's word is a savor of life unto life or of death unto death. Theirs is a mission weighted with eternal results.

The Saviour did not commit the work of the gospel to Peter individually. At a later time, repeating the words that were spoken to Peter, He applied them directly to the church. And the same in substance was spoken also to the twelve as representatives of the body of believers. If Jesus had delegated any special authority to one of the disciples above the others, we should not find them so often contending as to who should be the greatest. They would have submitted to the wish of their Master, and honored the one whom He had chosen.

Instead of appointing one to be their head, Christ said to the disciples, “Be not ye called Rabbi;” “neither be ye called masters: for one is your Master, even Christ.” Matthew 23:8, 10.

“The head of every man is Christ.” God, who put all things under the Saviour's feet, “gave Him to be the head over all things to the church, which is His body, the fullness of Him that filleth all in all.” 1 Corinthians 11:3; Ephesians 1:22, 23. The church is built upon Christ as its foundation; it is to obey Christ as its head. It is not to depend upon man, or be controlled by man. Many claim that a position of trust in the church gives them authority to dictate what other men shall believe and what they shall do. This claim God does not sanction. The Saviour declares, “All ye are brethren.” All are exposed to temptation, and are liable to error. Upon no finite being can we depend for guidance. The Rock of faith is the living presence of Christ in the church. Upon this the weakest may depend, and those who think themselves the strongest will prove to be the weakest, unless they make Christ their efficiency. “Cursed be the man that trusteth in man, and maketh flesh his arm.” The Lord “is the Rock, His work is perfect.” “Blessed are all they that put their trust in Him.” Jeremiah 17:5; Deuteronomy 32:4; Psalm 2:12.

After Peter's confession, Jesus charged the disciples to tell no man that He was the Christ. This charge was given because of the determined opposition of the scribes and Pharisees. More than this, the people, and even the disciples, had so false a conception of the Messiah that a public announcement of Him would give them no true idea of His character or His work. But day by day He was revealing Himself to them as the Saviour, and thus He desired to give them a true conception of Him as the Messiah.

The disciples still expected Christ to reign as a temporal prince. Although He had so long concealed His design, they believed that He would not always remain in poverty and obscurity; the time was near when He would establish His kingdom. That the hatred of the priests and rabbis would never be overcome, that Christ would be rejected by His own nation, condemned as a deceiver, and crucified as a malefactor,—such a thought the disciples had never entertained. But the hour of the power of darkness was drawing on, and Jesus must open to His disciples the conflict before them. He was sad as He anticipated the trial.

Hitherto He had refrained from making known to them anything relative to His sufferings and death. In His conversation with Nicodemus He had said, “As Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness, even so must the Son of man be lifted up: that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have eternal life.” John 3:14, 15. But the disciples did not hear this, and had they heard, would not have understood. But now they have been with Jesus, listening to His words, beholding His works, until, notwithstanding the humility of His surroundings, and the opposition of priests and people, they can join in the testimony of Peter, “Thou art the Christ, the Son of the living God.” Now the time has come for the veil that hides the future to be withdrawn. “From that time forth began Jesus to show unto His disciples, how that He must go unto Jerusalem, and suffer many things of the elders and chief priests and scribes, and be killed, and be raised again the third day.”

Speechless with grief and amazement, the disciples listened. Christ had accepted Peter's acknowledgment of Him as the Son of God; and now His words pointing to His suffering and death seemed incomprehensible. Peter could not keep silent. He laid hold upon his Master, as if to draw Him back from His impending doom, exclaiming, “Be it far from Thee, Lord: this shall not be unto Thee.”

Peter loved his Lord; but Jesus did not commend him for thus manifesting the desire to shield Him from suffering. Peter's words were not such as would be a help and solace to Jesus in the great trial before Him. They were not in harmony with God's purpose of grace toward a lost world, nor with the lesson of self-sacrifice that Jesus had come to teach by His own example. Peter did not desire to see the cross in the work of Christ. The impression which his words would make was directly opposed to that which Christ desired to make on the minds of His followers, and the Saviour was moved to utter one of the sternest rebukes  that ever fell from His lips: “Get thee behind Me, Satan: thou art an offense unto Me: for thou savorest not the things that be of God, but those that be of men.”

Satan was trying to discourage Jesus, and turn Him from His mission; and Peter, in his blind love, was giving voice to the temptation. The prince of evil was the author of the thought. His instigation was behind that impulsive appeal. In the wilderness, Satan had offered Christ the dominion of the world on condition of forsaking the path of humiliation and sacrifice. Now he was presenting the same temptation to the disciple of Christ. He was seeking to fix Peter's gaze upon the earthly glory, that he might not behold the cross to which Jesus desired to turn his eyes. And through Peter, Satan was again pressing the temptation upon Jesus. But the Saviour heeded it not; His thought was for His disciple. Satan had interposed between Peter and his Master, that the heart of the disciple might not be touched at the vision of Christ's humiliation for him. The words of Christ were spoken, not to Peter, but to the one who was trying to separate him from his Redeemer. “Get thee behind Me, Satan.” No longer interpose between Me and My erring servant. Let Me come face to face with Peter, that I may reveal to him the mystery of My love.

It was to Peter a bitter lesson, and one which he learned but slowly, that the path of Christ on earth lay through agony and humiliation. The disciple shrank from fellowship with his Lord in suffering. But in the heat of the furnace fire he was to learn its blessing. Long afterward, when his active form was bowed with the burden of years and labors, he wrote, “Beloved, think it not strange concerning the fiery trial which is to try you, as though some strange thing happened unto you: but rejoice, inasmuch as ye are partakers of Christ's sufferings; that, when His glory shall be revealed, ye may be glad also with exceeding joy.” 1 Peter 4:12, 13.

Jesus now explained to His disciples that His own life of self-abnegation was an example of what theirs should be. Calling about Him, with the disciples, the people who had been lingering near, He said, “If any man will come after Me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross daily, and follow Me.” The cross was associated with the power of Rome. It was the instrument of the most cruel and humiliating form of death. The lowest criminals were required to bear the cross to the place of execution; and often as it was about to be laid upon their shoulders, they resisted with desperate violence, until they were overpowered, and the instrument of torture was bound upon them. But Jesus bade His followers take up the cross and bear it after Him. To the disciples His words, though dimly comprehended, pointed to their submission to the most bitter humiliation,—submission even unto death for the sake of Christ. No more complete self-surrender could the Saviour's words have pictured. But all this He had accepted for them. Jesus did not count heaven a place to be desired while we were lost. He left the heavenly courts for a life of reproach and insult, and a death of shame. He who was rich in heaven's priceless treasure, became poor, that through His poverty we might be rich. We are to follow in the path He trod.

Love for souls for whom Christ died means crucifixion of self. He who is a child of God should henceforth look upon himself as a link in the chain let down to save the world, one with Christ in His plan of mercy, going forth with Him to seek and save the lost. The Christian is ever to realize that he has consecrated himself to God, and that in character he is to reveal Christ to the world. The self-sacrifice, the sympathy, the love, manifested in the life of Christ are to reappear in the life of the worker for God.

“Whosoever will save his life shall lose it; but whosoever shall lose his life for My sake and the gospel's, the same shall save it.” Selfishness is death. No organ of the body could live should it confine its service to itself. The heart, failing to send its lifeblood to the hand and the head, would quickly lose its power. As our lifeblood, so is the love of Christ diffused through every part of His mystical body. We are members one of another, and the soul that refuses to impart will perish. And “what is a man profited,” said Jesus, “if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul?”

Beyond the poverty and humiliation of the present, He pointed the disciples to His coming in glory, not in the splendor of an earthly throne, but with the glory of God and the hosts of heaven. And then, He said, “He shall reward every man according to his works.” Then for their encouragement He gave the promise, “Verily I say unto you, There be some standing here, which shall not taste of death, till they see the Son of man coming in His kingdom.” But the disciples did not comprehend His words. The glory seemed far away. Their eyes were fixed upon the nearer view, the earthly life of poverty, humiliation, and suffering. Must their glowing expectations of the Messiah's kingdom be relinquished? Were they not to see their Lord exalted to the throne of David? Could it be that Christ was to live a humble, homeless wanderer, to be despised, rejected, and put to death? Sadness oppressed their hearts, for they loved their Master. Doubt also harassed their minds, for it seemed incomprehensible that the Son of God should be subjected to such cruel humiliation. They questioned why He should voluntarily go to Jerusalem to meet the treatment which He had told them He was there to receive. How could He resign Himself to such a fate, and leave them in greater darkness than that in which they were groping before He revealed Himself to them?

In the region of Caesarea Philippi, Christ was out of the reach of Herod and Caiaphas, the disciples reasoned. He had nothing to fear from the hatred of the Jews or from the power of the Romans. Why not work there, at a distance from the Pharisees? Why need He give Himself up to death? If He was to die, how was it that His kingdom was to be established so firmly that the gates of hell should not prevail against it? To the disciples this was indeed a mystery.

They were even now journeying along the shores of the Sea of Galilee toward the city where all their hopes were to be crushed. They dared not remonstrate with Christ, but they talked together in low, sorrowful tones in regard to what the future would be. Even amid their questionings they clung to the thought that some unforeseen circumstance might avert the doom which seemed to await their Lord. Thus they sorrowed and doubted, hoped and feared, for six long, gloomy days.

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For the love of Lucifer.

A while ago I did a post called ‘ The subject of hell’ In the post I told the story Jesus told about The rich man and Lazarus the beggar. (Luke 16 v 19-31) In the story The rich man lives in luxury, whilst the beggar in great poverty. To make matters worse, the beggar, called Lazarus, lay right outside the rich mans house. He was so weak, that even the dogs came and licked his sores.

The rich man did not acknowledge or help him. Time passed and they both died. As Lazarus was being taken to heaven by Abraham, the rich man called out. He was in hell. ‘Father Abraham, send Lazarus over, just to dip his finger on my tongue, for I am in torment. ‘He cried. Abraham replied, ‘Whilst you lived You had everything. Now he goes to his reward.’ Then send him to my brothers house to warn them that hell is real.’ Said the rich man. ‘They have Moses and the prophets.’ Abraham said, ‘They must listen to them. Seeing Lazarus will not make them believe.’ And he took Lazarus to God. But in the CJB. Version, I read something very interesting. Abraham said something that really threw me.

He said: ‘Verse 26 Yet that isn’t all: between you and us a deep rift has been established, so that those who would like to pass from here to you cannot, nor can anyone cross over from there to us.’ (CJB version)

Do you see it? It is very, very interesting. ‘So that those of US who WOULD LIKE to pass from HERE to YOU cannot.’ Now when it came to the last bit of that verse, he said, ‘Nor can anyone cross from over there to us.’ He does not say ‘Want too.’ About them. But he does say ‘Want too’ about those in heaven.

And that got me thinking. What a profound thing to say!

There is a program on TV at the moment, called Lucifer. Glorifying Satan. Songs are written about him. People are fascinated with him. All kinds of art has been made about him. He is a celebrity. But do you know something? Satan has no more use or care for non Christians, than we have with dog shit on the pavement. He pays them no attention. They can revere him all they want too. But he ignores them. Because they are already his. Already lost and doomed to hell.

The ones he is truly and deeply interested in are the ones who are coming to conversion or are already believers of Christ. THOSE he has a lot of time for. Why? Because they are a threat to him. And he does his utmost to either stop them from becoming followers of Christ, or thwart the journey of those who are following Christ.

In another of my posts, ‘ The sewing machine, God’ I talked about the parable of the seeds. (Matthew 13 v 3-10) in the parable, the sower sowed some seeds. Some fell on the path, some on the soil. Those on the path got burned, and crushed underfoot. Of those that fell on the soil, some were choked by weeds and died. But some fell on good soil and grew into fine plants. I said, in one of my other posts, (I do not remember which one, sorry. But a recent one.) that in all times of our Christian walk, we are sowing seeds of some kind. Different times of growth, in our lives. And at each turn, Satan tries to steal our seeds, anyway he can, to stop us becoming mature in Christ, and more of the person we were truly created to be, before sin scarred and ruined our being.

So at every turn, for a follower of Christ, Satan sends his hordes, or goes himself, to try to stop the works of God. And to try to ruin and destroy Gods children.

Satan knows what is his and what isn’t. He doesn’t give a shit about his, because he knows they are already condemned to hell and judgment. But he hates Gods children. Because they are Gods. Because they have the power to cast him out and overcome Him. In fact, there is nothing he can do to remove them from Gods hand, unless they choose to climb out of it.

So the weeds that choked some of the seeds, or to put it in plain English, the cares of this world, and it’s trials, and temptations are all designed, especially for each person, to try to turn them from Jesus.

Satan knows our weaknesses and propensities, VERY well, indeed! That is why we must sort our selves out and learn to become good disciples and grow up in Christ. Getting rid of all the things that could trip us up and hurt us.

Now. I must add. Although Satan does attack us, at times, Satan is NOT behind much of the shit in our lives! Sorry to shock you. It is US most of the time! He hardly has to do anything. Our own choices, and other people’s in our lives cause us to stumble and fall. Outside influences etc. Some people use Satan to justify sin in their lives. Blaming him, when in fact it is THEM who need to be looking at themselves! So, uh, uh! Think again! It is the capacity of the sinful heart, the majority the time. We must be very open and discerning about ourselves. Otherwise we ARE open to trouble!

Did you know, there is hardly any information on Satan in the scriptures? Jesus hardly bothered mentioning him. And believe me, He would have done if He felt we needed it! It is us who give far to much attention, even as Christians, to Satan and the demonic. We need to be looking at ourselves, and dealing with our sin. Not sliding into the lie that a blanket prayer, or just the prayer at our conversion means it’s all ok! We are to BECOME disciples! (Matthew 28 v19-20! 2Timothy 2v2, Ephesians 4v 14- 15,2Peter 3v18, 1 Corinthians 3v2,Hebrews 5v12)

In fact, that is what it means, when Jesus said, ‘Take up your cross and follow me’ (Matthew 16 v24-26) We do this BY looking at ourselves, and dealing with anything that is not of God in us! And THIS is hard! It is choosing daily, not to live in our own personal shit, like hate, gossip, selfishness, arrogance etc and changing it. My post of ‘ The complicity of the human heart’ deals with this. (Posted 24 November 2017)

However, we who love Christ also have aims. They are to help those, who are under Satan and in darkness to come out into the Light and meet Christ, and be saved by Him. And that is another reason Satan hates us. We take from him his spoils.

Going back to the very beginning and the parable of the rich man and Lazarus now. Those in hell will no more want to come to heaven, than you or I would want to go into space without a helmet on! Why?

As I said, in my post ‘ The subject of hell’ why would somebody who hates, want to go to a place of forgiveness? Why would a greedy grasping person want to go to a place of open generosity? Why would someone who is prideful and arrogant, want to go to a place of humility? And why would someone who lusts, go to a place of love and purity? Those in hell would never want to go to heaven, except to rule in it, and over it. Because the reason they have chosen hell is because they chose control of their own life. Declaring they knew better than God and were right.

BUT, those in heaven would dearly love to go to those in hell. To help them, heal them and love them. To try to persuade them to come to Christ. To be saved, loved and forgiven. But the choice, once condemned to hell is irreversible. Once there, it can never, ever be changed.

Satan knows one day, he will be in that pit. That initially, actually was made for him and his demons, alone. Sadly when humans sinned, they were then given the choice, ‘My will be done, or THY will be done’ A quote, I believe by C.S. Lewis. That quote profoundly affected me. And shocked me. It brings me to the fear of God. God will not be mocked. We will either kneel through choice, or kneel through gritted, hateful teeth. But we WILL kneel. Satan will kneel. The bible tells us EVERY knee shall bow before Christ one day. (Philippians 2 -10, Romans 14 v 11,Isiah 45 v 23) In fact we will do more than that! The verse goes onto say that ‘Every tongue will swear allegiance to Christ. ‘ Either willingly or unwillingly.

Satan is to be respected. He is still Lord of the earth and called’Ruler of the power of the air’ and ‘Prince of the air’ (Ephesians 2v2) Lordly and powerful titles. Do not be deceived! If we are not aware of our enemy, we are in terrible danger. As Christ said, in his story of the thief. ‘ If the man had known at what time the robber was coming, he would have stayed awake so he was not robbed.’ (Matthew 24v43, Luke 12v 39) Yes, we have power over Satan. Given to us by Christ. But he will always be looking for ways to take us out. So that we cannot be all Christ intended us to be. We are warned, Satan is a roaring lion, seeking who he can to devour. (1 Peter 5 v 8) Notice this is PETER saying this! NEW TESTAMENT stuff! This is addressed to all followers of Christ!

This will not be over, until either we are with the Lord, or the Lord has come here and finished it! Satan has power on this earth until then. ( 2 Corinthians 4v4) He is even called ‘ The god of this world’ in that verse! So do not fear him, because Christ gave us power over him, having defeated him, Himself! But respect the fact that he is dangerous and will always be seeking ways to encourage you to leave the Lord!

In fact, the closer you are to God, and obeying His calling for your life, the more of a threat you are to Satan and the harder he will do anything he can, to discredit or destroy you.

But Christ will, and always has, had the last say. Ultimately Satan’s day is done.

[voidtouched-blue]

Help.

That was all she needed.

Trudging through the cutting cold and blanket of snow was no easy journey. Much less so in the ragged fabrics one might dare call clothes in place of poor patchwork garments. Even before the fear and pain had streaked her face, her body shivered at such a steady rhythm that woodpeckers would have been envious. Though, such music would not come to comfort her, nor would the aid she sought bring her sanctuary from the hell she had freed herself from. No, Cyra would not find any solace here. Not when people were quick to convict the innocent in satisfaction of their own entertainment.

Word had spread of her presence far faster than she had anticipated. Within minutes of her shivering arrival, people had gathered in sick curiosity of the creature that stumbled upon their home. They didn't care about the pathetic state she was in. They didn't care that she had come to them asking for aid after having made a violent escape from an uncertain fate. It was not only the dried blood on her person that frightened them, but her inhuman appearance. Darkened, wicked horns curved up and back from her forehead to sit in pair with large, furred ears tufted at the tips. Claws tipped each finger, blackened nails that punctured and tore at the shreds of clothing hanging off her small frame. She had been aware of the striped fur that coated her skin, the paws in place of feet, and the long tail that wrapped around her as she sat on her knees in the snow.

Silently, she watched in painful disbelief as the people cried out her crime. Calling her a 'beast', and 'monster' as she gently gripped the pendant strung around the cold iron shackle on her neck. The fear had struck her as deep as the windy chill that froze her bones. Tears stung her eyes, confused and terrified to think that they already knew what she had done.

"Please-", she whimpered out as she made a move to stand, shielding herself with her arm. "You don't understand! Please, I just need-"

An arrow struck the chilled earth beside her.

Cyra gasped, falling to her side away from the clear warning set by the people. Their continued chants were enough to convince her of the certain doom they would bring upon her should she stay and attempt to plead her case. So, she ran.

She ran, but not back towards the road. Turning on a dime, she dashed into the frozen forest, hoping to find some shelter of any kind. Her scrambled movement was clumsy as she fled from the mob. Slipping and stumbling every ten or so paces as she disappeared into the woods. Between her heavy breaths and burning lungs, tears stung her cheeks as she continued on. Determined to put as much distance between herself and the people, she ran until she could no longer breathe.

Lost, tired, alone, and cold. Cyra fell to her knees in the unbroken white before her. Begging, and breathing as she sobbed to some silent God that refused to answer. Her shaking fingers wrapped around the vision orb, taking it into her palm as a rosary to her prayer. She pleaded quietly to the pendant, curling around herself for a moment before letting out an angered shriek. In one quick motion, she snapped the trinket free from her shackled throat and dropped it into the snow beside her.

"Please...", she cried.

The small chime of the gem cracking prompted her to wipe her eyes. Clearing her vision of her anguish, she watched curiously as severing lines spread across its surface as a bleeding web of convicted hate. The voices of the villagers erupted into her mind, splitting the isolation of her own thoughts in a searing pain. It cracked and snaked through her skull just as the fractured stone before her. The accusations, and the crime they accused her of had been wrong. Could it be that her only sin to those people had been her monstrous appearance? Was that truly the only reason for such a vindictive and vicious trial?

They didn't know the truth, then.

The orb shattered, its delicate design disintegrating in a ruby-gold mist, and with it followed her hopes for a future. She screamed, dangerous fingers pulling and clawing at her skull as her assigned guilt had been burned into her skin. Doubled over to cradle her face as the brand of her 'crime' flayed her soul. Sobs choked her pained wailing as she pressed her head into the snow, hoping the chill would at least take away some measure of the agony.

Accused for nothing more than looking the part of a beast, her sentence had made her life forfeit. The saintly apparitions would form, and they would hunt her down regardless of being wrongfully incriminated. The terrified woman in the snow had been deemed undeserving of kindness and care. It was the vicious satisfaction of human nature to blame others for something they cannot control, but to condemn a creature for the crime of another? It was madness.

Despite her trembling, the sound of gunfire pierced through the pain and her sobs into the snow. She gasped, sitting up and looking back in the direction she had come from. From what little she knew of the Enforcers, she did know that there was no hesitation once her orb had shattered for them to appear. Drawn forth from the greater stone located in the village, they would have already found her by now. Perhaps they took longer this time? No, that goes against everything she'd been told.

So, why had they not come for her?

Everything in her shivering body had screamed against her choice to follow her own footsteps back towards the very town that condemned her to this fate. If there was any part of her life she had a say in, it would be this. Going against her instinct to continue running, she began making her way back. The sounds of pain and death hadn't taken long to reach her keen ears. It was much to her own surprise that her scramble to flee had taken only minutes for her to come to rest in the forest rather than the hours it had felt like. The burning cold in her lungs still stung her throat.

With the village coming back into clear view between the trees, the smell of blood had finally assaulted her senses. The creature's eyes widened as the sight of the angelic justice had been as a glimmering star in the evening sun, darting in and out of view as they seemed to be fighting something. Cyra had already consigned to her death, knowing that nothing could truly stop the Enforcers from finding her, and bringing the justice of the people down on her. There was no way to stop the process once it had been done. Without the possibility of a future, who was she to run from death? Even through tears, she let out a huff of amusement. Ironic, to think that she had been more afraid of the villagers than the harbingers of her doom. At the very least, death would spare her continued suffering should she have been able to continue living.

So it was in her acceptance of such an end that she moved closer for a better view. People fled in all directions, screaming about 'the Great Transgressor' as if it was common knowledge. Maybe it was, but not to her. Her thoughts wandered to the idea that there was a possibility that there was a greater threat to life than an Enforcer, something that punishes both the guilty and the innocent. As she watched, she felt that instinct to flee petrify within her. She halted her approach, her breath catching in her throat as she watched an Enforcer die. Its death rattle stilled her to the very core. A haunting and hollow echo that trailed off as its white cloak dissolved into a mist. Never mind the gunfire that resulted in its end, the death of such an immortal executioner had erased all primal logic for her self-preservation. Once again, Cyra dropped to her knees. Whatever had killed the killers, had surely been coming for her next. It did not matter if she ran, or tried to hide from whatever beast sought justice in her end. It would find her, and carry out the peoples' will. She quivered, a reminder that the air around her had began to drop in temperature as the sun settled in for its own rest on the horizon. Just as the day was coming to an end, so too would her life.

Cyra was reminded of her fears as the quiet, breathy sobs poured out of her. She quickly crawled to hide behind a tree. She knew she was a coward for wanting to hide herself from death itself. Though it had contradicted her previous resolve to choose and witness her end, she couldn't deny the emotions that gripped her body with such force that she had no true control over her own actions. Pulling her knees to her chest, she tucked her face into her legs. If she was going to wait for death, she would rather not know when the time comes and hope that it was quick and painless.

It didn't take long for her to hear the slow crunch of footsteps approach from behind the tree. She whimpered, coiling herself tighter into a defensive ball until the person came to a stop.

"I won't run," she said softly. "please...just make it quick."

starter for @voidtouched-blue

　　　The wind gives Vicious a violent chill, boots crunching in cold snow. The intel that woman gave him seemed to lead him to yet another impasse and a freezing one at that. I'll kill her, I'll totally kill her. He thinks as he shivers and pulls his open coat more over his exposed midriff. Vicious thinks about robbing the next poor sucker who comes along his path with a warm looking coat. She could have at least warned him of the climate.

More dreadful minutes of walking till Vicious finally saw peaks of buildings amongst the white cold. Finally. Vicious was going to get some shelter and booze whether the inhabitants wanted to supply him or not. Something didn't feel quite right when Vicious stepped onto cleaner paths. At first the town seemed eerily quiet before he walked a block more in.

❝ ．．o n ．．．s ．．．！！❞ He begins to hear voices.

As he makes his way deeper to the square where the blasted vision central of the town sat he could hear the voices more clearly. There was multiple, he came to realize, yelling in almost a chant.

❝ m ．．s t ．．e r ！！y ．．． ＇r e a ．． b ．．a s t ！❞ ❝ n o．．！ ．．l e a．．e ！！ ❞

Vicious stops as he hits the edge of the block. Peering into the town square where sat it's central hub. Vision Central, where those who are condemned face so-called 'judgement'. The humans hadn't even noticed the Great Transgressor's presence as they pass on their verdict. The orb in the hub shimmers with its vision of someone Vicious doesn't know. ❝ please.. ❞ A voice sobs and catches the transgressors attention.

The one facing judgement begs, left on their knees in the snow. Hugging tatters to their body, sobbing as things spiral further and further from their control. They do not look human and Vicious feels his jaw tense, like something about this situation suddenly rubs him all the wrong ways not as if these foolish peoples retribution ever sat well with him. It was far too late for Vicious to do anything regardless if the thoughts had occurred to him.

Discarded in the snow a few centimeters from the woman rested their vision orb. Fallen from their person as it lay tauntingly before them, shimmering slowly until the small orb in the middle began to form cracks on it's own.

"̵ ̶m̴o̴n̶s̸t̴e̶r̷ ̵!̸ ̵"̸̴ "̷ ̴y̶o̴u̷ ̶s̴h̵o̶u̶l̵d̵n̴'̶t̷ ̷h̵a̵v̵e̶ ̴b̴e̸e̸n̴ ̴b̴o̸r̵n̷ ̷!̸ ̸"̶̶ "̵ ̴t̴h̸e̸y̸'̸r̶e̸ ̵a̷ ̸b̸e̶a̴s̴t̸ ̷!̷!̸ ̶"̶̴ "̸ ̸!̵ ̸g̷o̷ ̷a̷w̶a̵y̵,̷ ̵m̴o̸n̸s̵t̸e̶r̶ ̶!̴!̶ ̶y̶o̵u̸ ̵d̸o̶n̵'̷t̵ ̷b̴e̸l̷o̴n̵g̸ ̶!̶ ̶"̸

Her hands move to their head as an overwhelming wave of voices echo within their head. fluffy ears laying flat back against dark hair. It feels agonizing hearing them all at once. They deem a monster unworthy of life, viewed as a murderer before they knew anything. Unwanted for merely looking different, unable to fit in let alone get the help, the only thing she had wanted. Instead, they're all as cold as the snow under her knees, if not colder. Nobody was on her side and —

— and the vision orb finally shatters.

❝ The enforcers will kill you, you fiend — ! ❞ — ｂａｎｇ!

Attention quickly turned to the loud sound. The man who'd been talking dropped to his knees before falling face forward into the snow, unmoving. There was an absolute dead silence as the residence took in what had just happened. ❝ it's - ❞ A woman gasped, before she'd been cut off by another's scream. ❝ It's the Great Transgressor!! ❞

Vicious scowled. His anger had suddenly gotten the better of him as his arm falls back to his side, but the weapons - twin guns, his blood sin - in his hands were not recalled. His frown quickly turned upside down as he laughed, feeling his blood pumping now as things were actually getting exhilarating. Enforcers materialized from within the peoples will and previous pleas for judgement but once eyes had laid on him and the man who laid dead at their feet; absolute chaos broke out. People ran in fear of their lives once they had realized just who was in their town.

Vicious was about to get warmed up one way or another. Tongue swiping across his lips as he looked at the new challenge ahead of him, the cloaked beings were hardly threatening for a monster like him.

❝ hah. bring it! i'll kill the lotta ya. ❞