#Just Like Fire Burning Up The Way {Vassago}

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Into the Pit {Muse Masterlist}

NOTE: Muses may use neopronouns, but writing partners may default to he/she/they/it terms if they find those easier to use!

NOTE 2: Muses are heavily influenced by headcanons, some of which are listed in their bios!

Abel Primo - Gender Questioning (AMAB) - Demisexual Demiromantic

Name: Abel Primo

Nicknames: Abes, Little A

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: Physically and Mentally around 24 (Died at age 122)

Birthday: Tishrei 1, 3979 BC (Celebrates on October 29th!) [Scorpio]

Height: 5'9"

Gender: Gender Questioning (AMAB) - Presents Male

Pronouns: He/Him, They/Them, Gold/Goldself, Lamb/Lambs

Sexuality: Demisexual Demiromantic

Occupation: Grand Marshall / Drum Major of Heaven, Heir Apparent to the Exterminator Angel Army

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

[Bio Pending]

Alastor - Gender Apathetic (AMAB) - Asexual Aromantic

Name: Alastor

Nicknames: Al, The Radio Demon, Bambi [Do not use this unless you want to endure bodily harm : ) ]

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 38 at death (Died 1933)

Birthday: September 19th (Virgo)

Height: 7'0"

Gender: Gender Apathetic (AMAB) - Presents Male

Pronouns: He/Him, It/Its, Static/Staticself, Radio/Radioself, Deer/Deerself, Loa/Loaself, Veve/Veveself

Sexuality: Asexual Aromantic

Occupation: Overlord of Hell, Charitable Patron of the Happy Hotel, Broadcaster

Playlist

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

Alastor has always been a bit of a mystery to the other Overlords in hell, and nearly every sinner has a story explaining his arrival and the source of his immense power.

Not one of them has come even halfway close to the truth.

When he was alive, he tried and failed several times to secure a job as a radio announcer in his home city of New Orleans. It was in the damp, boggy woods of the Louisiana bayou where Alastor first made a connection with his dark patron, a Loa draped and encumbered by rusting bloodied chains, whose empty eyes yearned for gore and carnage and fixed themselves, burning, onto the man’s very soul. Alastor summoned Bakulu with the fresh blood of a black rooster, and for his offering was rewarded with a position live on air. But of course, one measly offering would not be enough to satiate his dark patron, nor would it have been enough to fulfill Alastor’s own desires. He graduated to goat’s blood, and one by one, the hosts of the city’s most well-known radio shows began to disappear, leaving the publics’ ears eagerly tuned in to him.

And it still wasn’t enough. Bakulu, it seemed, was most pleased by larger offerings, and Alastor soon found himself quite comfortable with a hunter’s rifle pressed snug into his shoulder, a deer (or, preferably, a more bipedal target) caught between his crosshairs. His little hunts were quite the form of stress relief, and the earth drank his sacrifices greedily. It didn't hurt that cleaning the bodies and leaving the blood and bones afforded Alastor with top quality meat at the price of a box of bullets.

But humans are full of error. And errors leave humans prone to accidents. When Alastor was caught and killed by a hunter and his dogs, his own blood served as his final offering to the dark Loa. His spirit was entwined with some of Bakulu’s wretched power, allowing him to manifest in Hell absolutely alive with vodou magic. And gifting him with endless airways waiting to be bathed in the blood of his victims.

Currently, Alastor is amusing himself by keeping a watchful eye over the Princess of Hell's passion project, waiting for her well-intentioned attempt at rehabilitating sinners to implode on itself. His tendency to observe the struggles and failures of others as entertainment stems from his tendency to sensationalize reality, although in Hell, reality doesn't need too much embellishment to be engaging.

Andrealphus - Genderqueer (AMAB) - Homosexual Panromantic

Name: Andrealphus

Nicknames: Andre, Alphie

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: A beauty never reveals her age, darling~. [About 40]

Birthday: January 29th (Aquarius)

Height: 10'0"

Gender: Genderqueer (AMAB)

Pronouns: He/Him, They/Them, Bird/Birdself, Ice/Iceself

Sexuality: Homosexual Panromantic

Occupation: Grand Marquis of Envy

Playlist

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

Hatched and raised by a family with a very powerful standing within the hierarchy of the House Goetia, Andrealphus has always been an instigator. As a very young chick, he was inquisitive and observant, traits he has carried with him into adulthood. When his little sister Stella was hatched, Andrealphus was quickly forced into the role of the dutiful big brother, much to his annoyance. His sister wasn't his baby, she was his sister, it was dumb that he had to make sure she was alright all the time instead of having fun. It was then he began to orchestrate games that only he knew he was playing, games where the consequences left him out of trouble and left Stella looking like an overly rambunctious nuisance. Or at least, that was what was supposed to happen. Instead, his parents shamed him for not being able to "control his sister's fits," not as if they could either even if they'd tried.

When Andrealphus was about twelve years old, his ten-year-old baby sister was betrothed to King Paimon's owl son, Prince Stolas. Stella was not at all subtle about her resentment of the arrangement, but it left a bitter, seething feeling in Andrealphus' heart. Why was it that Stella kept getting things handed to her easily? He was the first-born heir to their Goetia lineage, he was the one with his name in grimoires, why did she get a shortcut to love when she didn't even want it? After Stella had finished angrily crumpling the photo of the owl prince up and abandoned it in the trash, Andrealphus took the token for his own. This "Stolas," he deserved better than a screeching loon like his sister. He deserved proper royalty. Someone who had a grand purpose, like.. Himself.

When not silently plotting to shift any given circumstance into his favor, Andrealphus enjoys spreading and sharing gossip about anyone and everyone. Secrets are a valuable currency, and Andre knows just how to entice someone into sharing what they've heard.

Arackniss - Gender Apathetic (AMAB) - Asexual Demiromantic

Name: Arackniss

Nicknames: Nissy, Niss

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 45 at Death (Died 1952)

Birthday: December 31st (Capricorn)

Height: 3'8"

Gender: Gender Apathetic (AMAB) - Presents Masculine

Pronouns: He/Him, They/Them, It/Its, Spider/Spiderself, Shot/Shotself

Sexuality: Asexual Demiromantic

Occupation: [Pending]

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

As the eldest son of a ruthless mafioso, Arackniss grew up with a lot of pressure saddled square across his shoulders. His father expected nothing less than devotion and perfection, and anything short of perfection received physical discipline at minimum. His quick wit, quicker trigger finger, and venomous tongue all formed out of a need to survive being berated, beaten, or otherwise eviscerated by his father or the men who worked for him. He became a caretaker to his younger twin siblings once they needed more mobile supervision, and resented the fact that he had been labeled as their de-facto caretaker when they weren't with their mom. Caretaking and child-raising was for the broads, and it didn't take a genius to understand what his father was implying by making him the babysitter.

When Arackniss died, it was in a shootout instigated by his little brother with a rival family. He died protecting his family, and that was what mattered. Not that he was 45 years old, not that he was days away from being the don's right hand, not that he had his purpose taken away by his goddamn brother!

He fell into Hell alone and spiteful, and once his father finally passed, he reunited with him, and committed the sinner's name of Henroin to his memory. That was who was in charge now, and Arackniss fell eagerly into line, into what he knew, into what kept him safe.

Not that he particularly likes being under his father's thumb again..

Asmodeus - Gender Apathetic (AMAB) - Omnisexual Demiromantic

Name: Asmodeus

Nicknames: Oz, Ozzie, Dee, Big Daddy (from Fizzy usually)

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: Physically 38, Actually 5,000+

Birthday: Technically doesn't have one; celebrates on February 14th

Height: 46'3" at his tallest, 8'-ish when in his civilian form and/or shrunken to fit into smaller spaces

Gender: Gender Apathetic (Intersex) - Presents Masc or Masc-Androgyne

Pronouns: He/Him, They/Them, Lust/Lustself, Sin/Sinself

Sexuality: Omnisexual Demiromantic

Occupation: Herald King of Lust, Club-Owner, Sex Toy Manufacturer/Designer

Playlist

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

As one of the Seven Deadly Sins, Asmodeus has always been a very passionate and driven being, while also adding a certain amount of his own flair to each of his projects. Before being formally cast out from Heaven, he was sent by God to test Tobias' faith in Him. While on Earth, he grew smitten with Sarah, the intended bride of Tobias, and possessed her first seven husbands on their wedding nights to be intimate with her. He showered her in lust and want, before leaving her to rest and stopping her husbands' hearts (not intentionally, of course, but being possessed by an angel isn't the most stabilizing of experiences-), leaving their lifeless bodies to be discovered in the morning. He attempted to possess Tobias in the same way, but Tobias had been given the help of the Archangel Raphael, and finally, Asmodeus was cast out and into Hell, to join his fallen siblings.

Upon his arrival in Hell, Lucifer assigned him to the Fifth Lowest Ring, allowing him to craft it into whatever he wished it to be. Lust began as a simple den of consensual depravity, but, over time, Ozzie began to lean into Lucifer's "Seven Ring Circus" blueprint, what with Mammon being the Clown of Greed and Bee-lze acting as the Aerial and Animal acts both in one, and began to present himself as more of a sexual magician, for lack of a better term. He developed toys, founded clubs for his citizens to explore one another's forms, and began performing in his own lounge.

In the current day, Ozzie is a charismatic, charming Sin, who encourages the free exploration of lust between any and all consenting parties. He's not above a little scheming to make sure things play out the way he feels they are supposed to, and is fiercely protective of those he cares about.

Barbie Wire - Gender Apathetic (AFAB) - Demisexual Aromantic

Name: Barbie Wire

Nicknames: Barb, BB

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 36 (Can match with any Blitzø)

Birthday: April 3rd (Aries)

Height: 5'10"

Gender: Gender Apathetic (AFAB) - Presents Femme or Femme-Androgyne

Pronouns: She/Her, They/Them, Imp/Impself, Cirque/Cirqueself

Sexuality: Demisexual Aromantic (to her knowledge)

Occupation: Drug-Runner, Contortionist

Playlist

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

Barbie Wire and her twin brother Blitzø were born into a traveling circus family ringmastered and run by their father, Cash Buckzo. Both implings were very close with their mother, Tilla, and Barbie in particular served as Tilla's shadow for the longest time. Her and her twin brother learned and performed under their father's less-than-watchful eye, and quickly became favorites of their audience with their synchronized trapeze routines and tandem juggling acts. The twins were soon joined by another impling, their new pseudo-sibling, Fizzarolli, and the three of them took alternating turns in Cash's temperamental, money-driven spotlight.

Circus life served Barbie and her brothers well until Fizz's 18th birthday. That was when everything went to shit. Fizz had managed to secure a spot in Mammon's Big totally Non-Exploitative Clown Pageant Competition, which had brought the circus down into the Greed Ring for a limited performance after the contest. Barbie and Fizz had been paired off by Cash for a partner act after Blitzø routinely fumbled the clubs used for the juggling aerial act's rehearsal. There was no way they were going to allow Blitzø to juggle the clubs while on fire, as they were supposed to be. During Fizz's party, disaster struck.

Blitzø, as the circus would soon discover, had gone off to practice the routine on his own, complete with fire, desperate to prove to his father that he was worth being paid any attention to. And he'd dropped the clubs. Again.

Barbie was stranded in the tent with her mother as the fire consumed the entire circus grounds, up until her mother shoved her, choking, out of the blaze and into the open smoky air. There was only screams, only panic, only vibrant green flames that glittered with emerald violence.

After the fire, Barbie did the only thing she could think of to do; she ran. Her brother had killed their mom, had burned their family alive, had destroyed everything she loved, and so, she ran. She ran headfirst into addiction, into alcohol, desperate to spark any sort of joyful sensation, fuck, any sensation at all, and eventually found herself strung out on H-8. Blitzø re-entered her life by force after a near-fatal overdose, checking her into rehab while she was comatose and recovering in the hospital with a note simply saying Sorry. : (

A bitter, snippy, and guarded woman, Barbie Wire is not too keen on friends, and not too eager to reconnect with her remaining family. She misses Fizzarolli, but doesn't trust how close he is with not one but two of the Deadly Sins. He's doing well for himself, and that's what she cares about most.

Baxter - Transmasc (AFAB) - Asexual Demiromantic

Name: Baxter

Nicknames: Bax, Baxxy

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 19 at Death (Died 1913)

Birthday: March 12th (Pisces)

Height: 4'2"

Gender: Transmasc (AFAB)

Pronouns: He/Him, They/Them, Lure/Lureself, Fish/Fishself

Sexuality: Demisexual Demiromantic

Occupation: Aspiring mad inventor

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

[Bio Pending]

Belphegor - Gender Apathetic (AFAB) - Demisexual Omniromantic

Name: Belphegor

Nicknames: Bell, Belphie, Gor, Gorey, Eggie

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: Physically 34, Actually 5,000+

Birthday: Technically doesn't have one; celebrates on August 10th

Height: 50' roughly in full demon form, 7'3" when in her civilian form and/or shrunken to fit into smaller spaces

Gender: Gender Apathetic (AFAB) - Presents Feminine

Pronouns: She/Her, Sloth/Slothself, Sin/Sinself, Sleep/Sleepself, Pill/Pillself

Sexuality: Demisexual Omniromantic

Occupation: Herald King of Sloth, Inventor/Manufacturer of Medicines and Sedatives, Head Doctor of St. An's Hospital in Dreamsville

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

Belphegor is a creator and inventor first and foremost- well, not exactly. She is a narcoleptic first and foremost, and a creator and inventor second. As one of the only Deadly Sins to frequently visit the mortal realm, the Sloth Ring has some of the most updated medical technology available, which she uses to mass-produce and invent all sorts of new medicines which are distributed all throughout Hell.

Belphegor, known first to mortals as Baal-Peor, served as a masculine-presenting patron of the Moab, an Assyrian kingdom along the shore of the Dead Sea. While there, she indulged in deceiving mankind by assuming a female form and initiating grand orgies, as well as encouraging other sorts of debauchery that made men exhausted and only able to indulge in bodily pleasures. When Moses and the Israelites escaped from Egypt and crossed through the sea into Belphegor’s lands, some of his followers began to worship her instead of God. These acts of worship enraged Moses, and Belphegor could only watch as her new flock was slaughtered by their former shepherd. Rage bubbled up in her at this violence, and she set off to gather as many of the fallen souls as she could, granting them new forms and infusing their spirits with the essence of Hell, creating the first Baphomet demons. The resulting argument between her and Lucifer about whether or not the human souls were still human enough to be sinners meant that she got to keep them, and they currently serve as her highest council within the Sloth Ring, and can travel freely between Sloth into Pride at their leisure.

As Hell continued to expand and thrive above Belphegor's head, she found herself summoned to the aid of her fellow Sin, Satan. Under his command, Belphegor explored the mortal realm once more, trying to discover if the love shared between a married man and woman could be exploited or otherwise corrupted into a damnable offense. While she did not find any conclusive evidence that marriage could ultimately lead to sin, she did find a second home in the seedy underbelly of Paris, France. She frequented clubs, seduced men and women alike, and smoked every substance she could get her hands on. She routinely visits Paris and has since adopted a Parisian accent, as well as frequently using French in casual conversations.

Boris - Genderqueer (AMAB) - Omnisexual Demiromantic

Name: Boris

Nicknames: Bory, Ouro, Oura (pronounced Aura)

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 32 at Death (Died 1978)

Birthday: February 17th (Aquarius)

Height: 7'3"

Gender: Genderqueer (AMAB)

Pronouns: He/Him, They/Them, It/Its, Hiss/Hiss-self

Sexuality: Omnisexual Demiromantic

Occupation: Sex Worker

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

[Bio Pending]

Charlie Morningstar - Genderflux (AFAB) - Sapphic Femmesexual

Name: Charlotte Morningstar

Nicknames: Charlie, Lottie, Starshine

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 36

Birthday: June 27th (Cancer)

Height: 6'1"

Gender: Genderflux (AFAB) - Presents Femme or Femme-Androgyne

Pronouns: She/Her, They/Them, Fall/Fallself, Sparkle/Sparkleself, Rain/Rainself

Sexuality: Sapphic Femmesexual

Occupation: Princess of Hell, Heiress of Sin, Owner/Operator of the Happy Hotel

Playlist

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

As Princess of Hell and Heir to the Throne of Sin, Charlie Morningstar has always tried to see the good in every demon around her. She wants nothing more than to guarantee the safety and happiness of all of her people, stretching from Pride all the way down into Sloth. Her cheerful disposition and optimistic outlook on life is refreshing to some and incredibly annoying to others, and it is very hard for her to understand where that line gets crossed. She also struggles with non-verbal social cues, and can’t stand being talked down to.

Cherri Bomb - Demigirl (AFAB) - Polysexual Panromantic

Name: Cherri Bomb

Nicknames: Cherri, Bomb-Pop

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 27 at Death (Died 1989)

Birthday: December 13th (Sagittarius)

Height: 5’8”

Gender: Demigirl (AFAB) - Presents Femme

Pronouns: She/Her, They/Them, Fuse/Fuseself

Sexuality: Polysexual Panromantic

Occupation: Freelance Arsonist

Playlist

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

Cherri is one of Pentagram City's biggest and loudest party girls. Her high energy lifestyle and tendency to cause carnage got her entangled with Vox, who uses her destruction as a means to make her into a viral sensation. It was through her interactions with the TV Overlord that she met and befriended Angel Dust, and the two became all but glued at the hip to one another.

Despite her inclination towards random acts of pyrotechnic violence, Cherri does have a more calm and caring side to her. Her number one priority is making sure herself and those she calls her friends are safe and well taken care of, even if it means blowing up some of the Vees' public property as a distraction. While she has yet to actually check into the Happy Hotel, she is very supportive of Angel in his attempts to make it through yet another rehab program.

Cherri is a very physically affectionate person, and if she likes you, you'll know it. She tends to lean on people she likes, drapes her arms around people's shoulders, and shows other such displays of closeness when she's comfortable.

Collin - Transmasc (AFAB) - Bicurious Demiromantic Asexual

Name: Collin

Nicknames: Collie, Collie-Flower

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 20

Birthday: April 19th (Aries-Taurus Cusp)

Height: 1'7"

Gender: Transmasc (AFAB) - Presents Masc

Pronouns: He/Him, They/Them, Cherub/Cherubself

Sexuality: Bicurious Demiromantic Asexual

Occupation: Ex-C.H.E.R.U.B. Employee, Current Occupation Unknown

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

Collin is a kind-hearted, generous, albeit timid cherub (ex-cherub now) who wants nothing more than to help souls in need. He is a very physically affectionate and nuzzly person, and struggles with a stutter when overwhelmed or nervous.

He has found himself deeply overwhelmed ever since him and his former C.H.E.R.U.B. coworkers have started working with the D.H.O.R.K.S. agency in an attempt to (Heaven help him,) get revenge on the imps that caused them to be cast down from Heaven. There's so much hatred and violence around him now, and he absolutely despises it! He hopes that they will return to doing good deeds and spreading love and gentleness as a way to redeem themselves and to prove to Heaven that they're worthy of returning one day.

Emily - Agender (AFAB) - Asexual Omniromantic

Name: Emily

Nicknames: Em, Emmy, E, Mimi

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: Physically 26, Actually 3,000+

Birthday: Technically doesn't have one; celebrates [pending]

Height: 6'1"

Gender: Agender (AFAB) - Presents Feminine

Pronouns: She/Her, They/Them, We/Us, Divine/Divineself, Joy/Joyself, Seraph/Seraphself

Sexuality: Asexual Omniromantic

Occupation: High Seraphim of Heaven

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

[Bio Pending]

Glam - Cisgender (AFAB) - Asexual Aromantic

Name: Glam (Glamantha)

Nicknames: Glammy, Glimglam, Clam/Clammy (do NOT use this unless you're Glitz)

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 22

Birthday: August 8th (Leo)

Height: 6'3"

Gender: Cisgender (AFAB) - Presents Femme

Pronouns: She/Her, They/Them, Mirror/Mirrorself, Eel/Eelself

Sexuality: Asexual Aromantic (unless established otherwise)

Occupation: Half of Mammon's New Brand Babies, Aerial Artist, Performer

Playlist

[Headcanon Masterlist Pending]

Glamantha, or Glam as she prefers to be called, is a vicious competitive spirit and a cool, controlled, and clever woman. She is incredibly talented, and prides herself on being one of the best performers in Hell. Alongside of her sister Glitz, she constructs and performs acrobatic routines, clown tricks, and has a huge passion for aerial silks.

As a succubus hybrid, one would anticipate Glam to be hypersexual and desire as much intimacy as possible. One would be wrong. Glam is repulsed by the concept of physical intimacy between herself and other people, and only performs sexual acts in order to feed her succubus needs or to market herself and her sister as more stereotypical "Sexy Twins." To her knowledge, she is aromantic; when asked, she simply explains that nobody has ever had enough cash to love her right.

Glam is very outwardly collected, to balance out her sister's manic and hyperactive nature. She rarely smiles, and does not enjoy the sound of her own laughter. Her preferred emotions to display are apathy and judgement; being bitchy makes people more eager to try and please her.

Husk - Cisgender (AMAB) - Pansexual Aromantic

Name: Husk

Nicknames: Husker, Husky, Spades, Aces

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 75 at Death (Died 1972)

Birthday: November 1st (Scorpio)

Height: 5'8"

Gender: Cisgender (AMAB) - Presents Masc

Pronouns: He/Him, Deal/Dealself, Bet/Betself

Sexuality: Pansexual Aromantic (to his knowledge)

Occupation: Bartender at the Happy Hotel

Playlist

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

Husk is a generally apathetic soul, having lost faith in the ability of any one person to be good after witnessing atrocities during war. Upon arriving in Hell, Husk eagerly resumed in his gambling habits, finding himself winning the only thing that wayward sinners had to bet; their souls. Husk took up residence in one of Hell's many casinos and quickly found himself in a position of massive power.

Power which got to his head and inflated his already top-heavy ego. His games became sloppier, and he slowly began to lose more and more of the accidental influence he had acquired. After years of losses and decline, he was befriended and trapped by Alastor, who won his soul in Husk's last gamble as an Overlord, and now serves him in a state of strange voodoo debt/friendship/whatever you want to call it.

Husk is naturally a very protective person, and often uses his few friendships to rationalize going through the motions of a day. He has always been more inclined to stay undetected; it's easier to swindle people out of their minds and money when you're keeping a low profile.

Husk has a passion for magic tricks, specifically card-based magic. He also has a soft spot for music, although he does not generally like to sing outside of his own room.

Leviathan and Behemoth - Agender Demigirl (AFAB) - Demisexual Aromantic / Asexual Demiromantic

Name(s): Leviathan and Behemoth

Nicknames: Levy, Vivi, Anne, Annie / Mimi, Thea

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: Physically 37, Actually 5,000+

Birthday: Technically doesn't have one; celebrates on September 14th

Height: 100' roughly in full demon form, 7'5" when in her civilian form and/or shrunken to fit into smaller spaces

Gender: Gender Apathetic (AFAB) - Presents Feminine

Pronouns: She/Her, It/Its, Sin/Sinself, Envy/Envyself, Twin/Twins

Sexuality: Demisexual Aromantic (Levy) / Asexual Demiromantic (Mimi)

Occupation: Twin Herald Kings of Envy

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

In the beginning, the world was granted three beasts to guard the Land, the Sea, and the Skies; Behemoth, the Earthbeast, took up residence in the deserts east of the Garden of Eden. Ziz, the Skybeast, governed the winds and the birds. And Leviathan, the Seabeast, was given a home within the deepest depths of the newly created oceans. Along with this new home, the first Seadragon was given a mate; a female in its' own image, to populate the ocean with all sorts of creatures, to spawn more sprawling gargantuan creatures that would thrive in the depths. The two leviathans thrived in the Tehom, the abyss, until the day came that God grew weary of such massive beasts creating more of themselves. He grabbed the female Leviathan by the throat, hoisting her high into Heaven and out of the abyss, and cut her from chest to tail-tip. He then took her meat, anointed her flesh with salt, and carefully pulled her skin off of her flesh. With her skin, He created a fabulous gilded cloth that would never ruin, and a grand tablecloth for her meat to be served upon, as a grand gift to the righteous after the End Times.

And then, He cast her aside, a wretched, skinless thing with barely enough substance to be called a living shape. She fell into the Nothing that surrounded the World, until finally, she was greeted by a force lurking in the darkness. She called to it, her voice rasping and broken, pleaded with it to save her in some way. The creature said nothing, but it opened its' maw wide, and captured the fish-bones between its' teeth.

Leviathan tumbled down into Hell, now full enough with flesh to call herself alive again, but.. She was not alone. The thing that had trapped her in its' jaws had sewn their spirits together; Leviathan was the Hellmouth, and the Hellmouth was now a part of Leviathan, full of envy and resentment. She inspected herself as she stumbled to find the nearest water, the deepest depths that they could find, and she felt.. They felt..

Beautiful.

The Hellmouth took on a new name, one that comforted the poor skinny wretch she had fused herself to, and together, Leviathan and Behemoth took to the sixth ring's deep abyss, taking their place as the Deadly Sin of Envy for all to admire, to crave, to despise and detest.

Loona - Ferusgender Azurgirl (AFAB) - Panflux Asexual Demiromantic

Name: Loona

Nicknames: Loonie, Loonie-Toonie, Loony-Tune, LooLoo, Woona, Wooloo, Loon (Ask before using nicknames unless you want to be bitten OR are Blitzø)

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 22

Birthday: August 12th (Leo)

Height: 7'2"

Gender: Ferusgender Azurgirl (AFAB) - Presents Femme

Pronouns: She/Her, Woof/Woofself, Wolf/Wolfself, Hound/Houndself, Bitch/Bitchself

Sexuality: Panflux Asexual Demiromantic

Occupation: Receptionist at I.M.P.

Playlist

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

Loona was born to a mother who did not want her and an absent father. Instead of taking the effort to drop her off at the pound in the Pride Ring, Loona's mother left her unwanted pup in a dumpster and simply walked away, reasoning that there were plenty of hungry wrath-coons who would take care of her. She was instead rescued by a strange imp who heard her whimpering and resolved to take her in and at least give her a bath. Loona served as his daughter until she reached the age of 4 and ran away as a form of rebellion after a heated argument over why he'd taken her favorite toy from her. Back on the street, Loona was caught by Hound-Patrol officers and registered into the Hellhound Shelter System.

Loona remained in the Shelter System until the age of 17, just barely 18, passed from home to home, the memories of her caretaker fading at the edges into a hazy reddish blur. Had she ever had a real home? Had she ever been more than just a glorified pet? Maybe the Shelter staff were right about her, maybe she was too violent, too aggressive. Maybe she'd just be a washed up nobody until she died.

Until she was found, finally, by a face she thought she'd imagined. Blitzø, now armed with the proper adoption papers, brought Loona back home with him a few months before her 18th birthday, and has continued to live with Blitzø in a sort of strange father-daughter-but-also-roommates setup. Her surly attitude and harsh exterior keep her safe from strangers, but those who truly know her understand that she is a very passionate and caring individual, if she deems you worth caring about.

Lucifer Morningstar - Gender Apathetic (AMAB) - Omnisexual Omniromantic

Name: Lucifer Morningstar

Nicknames: Luci, Lu-Lu, Starfire, Duckie (by romantic partners only)

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: Physically 40, Actually 5,000+

Birthday: Technically doesn't have one; celebrates on September 29th

Height: 5'2”

Gender: Gender Apathetic (AMAB)

Pronouns: He/Him, They/Them, Sin/Sinself, Damned/Damnedself

Sexuality: Omnisexual Omniromantic

Occupation: Herald King of Pride/Ringmaster of Hell

Playlist

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

Lucifer is, at his core, nothing if but a dramatic bitch. Having been God's favorite, and being subsequently cast out of Heaven for voicing his opinions and quote unquote stubborn beliefs, he knows the power of words and the power of self-image. Luckily for him, he is a wonderful wordsmith and stands firm to his image as the Herald King of Pride and the Grand Ringmaster of all of Hell, presenting and projecting himself as a cocky, confident leader with a taste for dad jokes.

As a father, Lucifer has tried his best to support his daughter, Charlie, and often fears that he's raising his princess wrong due to who raised him. He is a devoted husband to his lovely Lilith, although the two are in a mutually agreed upon open polyamorous relationship; as long as they tell one another who they are seeing, they may find joy in the company of whoever else they wish.

As a sibling figure to the other Sins, Lucifer has the perilous position of balancing the Sins' viewpoints into some semblance of a functional system. He loves them all as family, even if they get on his nerves sometimes when they make stupid decisions, like copying his amusement park in a ring where he could never take proper legal action, Mammon.

Lute - Agender (Female Presenting) - Asexual Aromantic

Name: Lute

Nicknames: Lieutenant

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: Technically Ageless, Presents Early Thirties

Birthday: Technically doesn't have one; does not celebrate

Height: 7'2"

Gender: Agender (Female Presenting)

Pronouns: She/Her, Arch/Archself, It/Its

Sexuality: Asexual Aromantic

Occupation: Head Exorcist/Exterminator of Heaven, Assistant to Adam

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

Lute is Heaven's champion of holy retribution, and serves God and Adam with a twisted righteousness. She has been Adam's second hand ever since Adam was made a higher divine power in Heaven, and was initially crafted with the purpose of serving him in whatever means he chose. However, her true talent became clear when she was first assigned as a soldier to expel sinners from passing through the Gates. When Heaven received news that Hell was facing overpopulation crisis, Lute was among the first to volunteer herself as an Exorcist; an angel who would go down into the sinful abyss and cull as many sinners as was possible in a day.

Since establishing the yearly Extermination Day, Lute has climbed through Heaven's ranks and settled comfortably into the position of Holy Lieutenant.

Moxxie - Cisgender (AMAB) - Bisexual Polycurious Panromantic

Name: Moxxie Knolastname

Nicknames: Moxx, Ox, Moxmox

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 31

Birthday: May 20th (Taurus-Gemini Cusp)

Height: 4'11"

Gender: Cisgender (AMAB)

Pronouns: He/Him, Imp/Impself

Sexuality: Bisexual Polycurious Panomantic

Occupation: Hitman/Assassin for I.M.P.

Playlist

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

Moxxie is, first and foremost, a lover. Not to say that he can't also be a fighter, he can, and often is. Born into a powerful crime family in the Greed Ring's cleverly named Notamafiatown, Moxxie Knolastname was poised from birth to succeed his father, Crimson Knolastname, and take over as the don of the Knolastname crime empire. Unfortunately for Crimson, Moxxie's mother provided him with nothing but gentle kindness, and attempted to show the young imp the value of empathy.

When Moxxie's mother disappeared, Crimson blamed it on Moxxie for being too soft and unable to hold his own well enough. This pushed Moxxie even further from his father and created a void in Moxxie's life of stable, reliable female figures. During a trip to the Wrath Ring, meant to show the now teenaged Moxxie how to extort property out of what his father called "back-assward horse-fuckers," Moxxie encountered a strong, stunning imp who could very easily turn his little twiggy body into an accordion if she chose. She introduced herself as Mildred, and Moxxie felt his blood turn to butterflies just hearing her voice. He made sure to memorize the address of the farm they'd stopped at before they were chased off the property by Millie's siblings, and the two began a relationship as secret pen pals.

A few weeks before Moxxie was promoted into Crimson's second-in-command, his father discovered his stash of mushy love letters while snooping around his belongings for any stray money. Moxxie was forbidden from contacting Millie, and Moxxie was made to watch in frozen horror as his father tossed each letter one by one into the fireplace. Alone and distraught, Moxxie found himself once again without any sort of figure to give him unconditional safety and love. This led him into a fast, lustful, and passionately sloppy relationship with Chaz, a loan-shark demon who was technically one of his subordinates. The relationship between the two lasted until Chaz abandoned Moxxie to be caught by the police.

Once he escaped from prison with the help of his cell-mate, Blitz, Moxxie retreated to the Wrath Ring and sought shelter at Millie's address. Her parents nearly shot him on sight, but Millie managed to talk her father down and herded the bedraggled ex-mafioso into the safety of her arms. The two migrated to Imp City in the Pride Ring once Moxxie was mentally stable enough for a change in scenery, and the two were married not soon after.

Mrs. Abigail Mayberry - Cisgender (AFAB) - Femmesexual Demiromantic

Name: Mrs. Abigail “Abby” Mayberry

Nicknames: TBA

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 36 at Death (Died 2020's)

Birthday: [Pending]

Height: 6’4”

Gender: Cisgender (AFAB)

Pronouns: She/Her, They/Them

Sexuality: Femmesexual Demiromantic

Occupation: [TBA]

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

Mrs. Abigail Mayberry would like to classify herself as a happy person, a good person, even! However, that happiness comes at the cost of bottling every ounce of bad feeling and rage that she's ever felt in her life. She had thought that she had mastered the art of deep breaths and refocusing on the positive things in life, especially after her troubled teenage years.

(more TBA)

Travis - Gender Apathetic (AMAB) - Pansexual Demiromantic

Name: Travis

Nicknames: Trav, Travvy, Schnukums (from Angel Dust only)

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 32 at Death (Died 1940's)

Birthday: [to be updated]

Height: 5'10"

Gender: Gender Apathetic (AMAB)

Pronouns: He/Him, They/Them, Screech/Screechself

Sexuality: Pansexual Demiromantic

Occupation: Valet for the Vees (usually Valentino), Guest Writer and Director for Porn Studios

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

Travis likes to think of himself as one of the most fuckable sleaze-balls in all of Hell, and as such, is a bit of a dick on first impression. He arrived in Hell in the late 1940's, and to say it was his own damn fault would be the understatement of the century.

(more TBA, basic plot beats in motion)

Vassago - Genderqueer (AMAB) - Homosexual Demiromantic

Name: Vassago

Nicknames: Vas, Ago, Aggy, Usagoo, Goo, Usa

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 36-ish?

Birthday: August 14th (Leo)

Height: 10'1"

Gender: Genderqueer (AMAB)

Pronouns: He/Him, They/Them, Flame/Flames, Search/Searches

Sexuality: Homosexual Demiromantic

Occupation: Goetic Prince of Pride

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

Vassago is a fiery young Goetic demon with a passion for helping those who have been wronged. He is the son of Duke Astaroth Goecia, famed throughout the rings of Hell as one of the most diligent (or belligerent, depending on who you ask-) jurisprudents in the history of Demon Law. It is due to this judicial upbringing that Vassago first had his passion for protecting ignited. He studied under his father, taking notes during every court appearance Astaroth was summoned to partake in, and deeply admired the way that his father would vocally defend the lower born, even under the searing and tempestuous glare of a Deadly Sin.

(more TBA)

Vox - Gender Apathetic (AMAB) - Omnisexual Demiromantic

Name: Vox

Nicknames: V, Ox Cord (like aux cord)

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 41 at Death (Died 1956)

Birthday: October 1st (Libra)

Height: 7'0"

Gender: Gender Apathetic (AMAB) - Presents Masc

Pronouns: He/Him, They/Them, Tech/Techself, Screen/Screenself, Control/Controlself, Glitch/Glitchself

Sexuality: Omnisexual Demiromantic

Occupation: Overlord of Hell, Owner of Voxtagram, Producer of Technology

Playlist

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

Vox was born in 1915 to a freshly married (and subsequently freshly widowed) mother just as the first World War was gaining momentum. He never met his father, but from the way his mother spoke of him, he idolized him in concept. As a young boy, he was fascinated by the concept of telegrams from an early age, and frequently practiced writing messages in Morse code. This fascination fed into a growing passion for technological advancements, which followed him into Hell after his death.

Vox is a naturally innovative mind, and desires to keep himself five steps ahead of all other advancements in technology. He kept close watch over the development and explosion of the Internet, and brought his own bastardized version of wireless networking into Hell, using his Vi-Fi networks and tracking cookies to log every sinner's data, using that information to catapult himself into Overlord status.

His endless drive and single-minded determination soon garnered the attention of Valentino, an intensely powerful young Overlord who struck a bargain with him to help keep track of Val's employees under the guise of specialty tech. In return, Val and Vox would share their Overlord status and influence with one another. Eventually, they encountered and all but assimilated Velvette into their empire, and the Vees have governed vast swaths of the Pride Ring ever since, with VoxTek's reach only growing by the day.

Yogirt - Genderflux (AMAB) - Demisexual Omniromantic

Name: Yogirt

Nicknames: Yogi, Gigi, Yo-Yo, Girty

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: Physically around 28!

Birthday: Technically doesn’t have one, celebrates on December 21st

Height: Usually around 3’7”! Tends to be small!

Gender: Genderflux (AMAB)

Pronouns: He/Him, They/Them, Gem/Gems, Om/Oms

Sexuality: Demisexual Omniromantic

Occupation: Royal Stenographer, Anger Management Counselor and Emotional Support Demon for His Wrathfulness, Satan

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

Yogirt is a Zen Demon, a special race of hellborn hand-crafted by Herald King Belphegor who specialize in therapy and emotional stabilization. Every Zen Demon is prescribed by Belphegor to high-ranking demons who need a special dose of gentle care in their lives.

Usually, Zen Demons exhaust themselves and burn to the wick within a few years of caregiving. When this happens, they are typically discarded by their current owner and must be collected by Belphegor to have their inner wax reserves replenished in one of Sloth's several wax-based spas before being re-prescribed.

When Yogirt was prescribed and delivered to the Sin of Wrath himself, he might have had a teeny tiny little anxiety attack - all internal! Zen Demons aren't allowed to show stress outwardly! - at being the Wrathdrake's new stress-ball. He had seen what the other Zen Demons looked like after a trip to the Wrath King's palace; bone-white and with flames that could barely withstand a strong breeze. Every Zen Demon knew that Wrath Ring nobility was basically a death sentence, so to be prescribed to the King of their Deadliest Sin? It was.. Intimidating! A good challenge! Someone who needed his help more than anybody, really, he had to at least try, even if every fiber of him tried to rebel as Belphegor bound their energies and filled Satan's script for him.

However, he found that, maybe since he had been prescribed quite a few of his predecessors, Satan seemed.. Receptive to his positive affirmations and his use of crystal magic. Heck, he even seemed to let out a chuckle or two at his silver lining statements! Yogirt found himself acclimating quite well to the Deadly Sin and his emotional flares, and he noticed more and more that Satan was easier to soothe as time went on, as he helped to visualize a mind-palace full of positive vibes and healthy flow between chakras (and a few Wrathian house plants in there wouldn't hurt, might even brighten up the space! Yes, I know it's in your brain, sir, but just imagine a plant, or try? For me?)

Yogirt is one of the only Zen Demons who has had the luxury of having his prescription summoned for a proper refill, which he views as a very high honor. He's happy that Satan likes him enough to spend a few days without him while they cram more aromatic wax into the places on his body where wax goes.

Zestial Morde - Gender Apathetic (AMAB) - Demisexual Demiromantic

Name: Zestial Morde

Nicknames: Zes, Zesty (from select individuals)

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 37 at death (Died 1613)

Birthday: November 13th (Scorpio)

Height: 11'4"

Gender: Gender Apathetic (AMAB) - Presents Masc

Pronouns: We/Us, He/Him, They/Them, It/Its, Acid/Acidself

Sexuality: Demisexual Demiromantic

Occupation: Elder Overlord of Hell; Member of Lucifer's Council

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

[Bio Pending]

[seven-circlllxs]

The parrot-demon feels his crest flare out on instinct; his cheeks flush with a violence at the Sin's words.

"¡Ay!, ah-, if you'd like? I think it's all from growing up in the court, prácticamente me rompí el huevo a tu sombra, ahah.." He smoothed his head crest back into a less-flustered appearance, batting his eyes as to assure His Wrathfulness that the offer was not being refused in the slightest-.

"What sort of wedding would you be thinking of ¿Su Alteza? Because I suspect our instant ideas of what that word means aren't dissimilar?" He'd always imagined a fuck-ton of demons at his wedding, but a Royal Wedding of this nature?

Oh, dulce Satanás-.

In this case perhaps literally..

@seven-circlllxs

"....So, Vassago given you know so much about me when are we getting married?" <3

[lesserkey]

I gotta know how Caesnig and Vassa developed their found family father-daughter relationship. It feels like one of the most prominent elements of the story: How does someone so misanthropic come to terms with Vassa's love for humankind?

There’s a lot to really do in depth for this because of the relationship. While Vassago wants it to be very much a found family father-daughter type… it comes across in a controlling side from Caesnig.

CONTENT WARNING FOR SUICIDE

The story is, when Vassago helped the watchers escape the Abyssal Prison, she resigned herself to her own fate and wanted to take her own life. She felt that her use as an angel came to end and there was nothing to live for. Caesnig was intrigued by this fallen and how fearless she was in the face of death. As Samael, his true name, of course he took an interest in her. He was the one that rescued her from taking her life by falling into the abyss despite how much she begged to let herself die. He wanted to see that resolve and fire burn and he decided to become her guardian.

He didn’t realize however that she held such strong empathy for humanity and it disgusted him. He never revealed his true name to her until there came a point in time where he had to rescue her by ripping apart from within his monstrous shell.

He refuses to accept her love for humanity and even brings up how it was humanity that caused her fall. The dynamic I took inspiration from for this was with Alucard and Seras in Hellsing. There’s a point in the series where Alucard kills humans that came to attack them at the hotel and Seras brings up tearfully how they’re humans after he scorns her but then has that slight understanding that she still sees humans as just people they shouldn’t kill. “It has to be this way,” is something that’s stuck with me for Caesnig’s character.

He doesn’t understand empathy or positive human emotions well but he’s trying. He ends up as over controlling and abusive due to his protective nature to keep her from harms way but also to ignite the passion she has in the face of death. It’s how she ended up associated with the Angels of Death.

Narratively it’s going to take time before he can truly understand through her eyes why she loved them. Thats the reason they’re also an antithesis to each other. He truly does love her as a daughter and even if he doesn’t openly admit it, deep down he’s afraid that her love for humanity will be her undoing again.

[writing-with-zoe]

"There's a rumor circulating around the Under." Spoke the lazy tabby cat, Vassago, rolling around under the store window in the piercing glare of the morning sun. It was a slow morning and he was taking his time getting up and around. The small town was just starting to rustle awake with a slow build-up of activity as the residents started their day.

Luna was sitting on a stool across the room behind the register. The old model machine sat on a dark wooden counter, random Halloween decorations were stuck to it with scotch tape in a hurry. The shelves in the store were empty except for a bottle of what looked to be store-bought lotion with the label removed.

She looked up from her phone, having just spent the last hour using random point and click games to keep her distracted from the fact that she hadn't had a single customer all week. 'Strangewayes Potions & Lotions' was located smack dab in the middle of town, but like a black cat, most people crossed the street to avoid it. There were signs out front that advertised love potions, seances, tarot readings and of course, lotions. The store name had sounded so good when she thought it up while getting drunk one night in the Under. Until she realized she'd actually have to make the lotions.

"What do I care about rumors?" She raised a brow at the once demon prince, now a cat. Two centuries ago he broke her heart, in return she cast a curse on him that unfortunately backfired, binding the two of them together forever. It was a love/hate relationship but they'd had plenty of time to figure out a way to make it work over the years.

Vas stood up to stretch his legs before sauntering across the room and hopping up on the counter, stepping over everything and then turning around and stepping over it all again. "Even if it involves other Soulless?" Luna clenched her teeth as her annoyance with him grew, especially with trying to pick her phone up from underneath him. He sat down and began licking his paws, grooming one paw over his fur. Luna gagged and fought back the urge to push him off the countertop, knowing he would just land on his feet anyways.

"Just spill it already Vas." She tried to hide her curiosity under a tone of irritation as she finally picked her phone up and tried to go back to her game. Luna became a Soulless when she traded her soul to Urian for the power to escape death. At the time she was tied to a stake and starting to burn, the fire licking at her legs. When she spoke the spell the giant black goat appeared and offered her a deal, her soul for power and immortality. At the time the deal was too good to pass up, so she spoke her vows and signed with her blood, never bothering to read the fine print. She walked away from fire and Urian finished explaining the terms, her gift came with a cost. Not only did he now hold ownership of her soul but every spell she cast would have a toll on her or someone else and she was no longer allowed to tip the balance in favor of the light, for every good deed the witch performed she would have to do one as equally evil.

Vassago moved off the counter and circled around to the front of it. "You know the fee for information…" Luna glared at him from over her phone. If a cat could grin this one carried the biggest one possible every time he played that card. She frowned, setting her phone back down before folding her hands with her arms resting on the countertop.

They stared at one another in silence for several minutes as she tried to assess the possible worth of the information. Vassago was usually good when it came to bringing her reliable information, then again she was feeling pissy towards him for leading her into a trap the last time they ventured to the Under, making her less keen to give him what he wanted. He whipped his tail from side to side and purred ever so sweetly to her. Luna snorted and lifted her hand up, her right index finger pointed to the air. The tattoo on the side of it a spell that acted as a magical conduit for her powers. Vas stood back on his hind legs as Luna spun her finger around while reciting the necessary spell.

A cloud of black smoke rose from the ground and encircled the feline. The sickening sound of bones breaking, stretching and reforming made Luna's stomach turn, but it wasn't nearly as bad as the deafening feline screeching that grew in volume and slowly transformed to the screams of a man. Finally, when it was done, the smoke dissipated leaving behind a naked male body slumped over on all fours. Luna grabbed the pile of clothing kept under the counter for such occasions and came around to help him up. She wrapped her small hands around his thick muscular arm and tugged him upwards until the rest of him followed.

They stood face to face with one another and she had to fight the urge to run her hand down his bristly cheek and tug his beard like she had so many times before. Strands of his dark hair fell over his deep brown eyes, making her heart pound and her lower regions quake. The air in the room felt heavy with the sexual tension between them causing her to clear her throat and pull back. Her arms outstretched to toss the clothes at him and she quickly turned to go back behind the counter. "Your turn. Spill."

Vas grinned, clutching the clothes to his chest he walked over to her and set the pile on the counter. She tried to avoid looking at him as he grabbed the black T-shirt and stepped back, unfolding it, slipping it over his head and sadly covering that chiseled chest. Pressing her lips tightly together she tried to put all of her attention to button smashing the hell out of the game she was playing.

They didn't work together, not anymore. Once upon a time, they had a fire and passion for one another that you only read about in stories. She should have known better than to fall in love with a demon, but in her own naive way, she thought he loved her too. That was until she found out that she wasn't the only one. It seemed while Vassago was the "good-natured" Prince of Hell, he was also a misogynist. She tried to curse him by trapping him in an earthly vessel, unable to return to Hell. And while he was indeed trapped in the body of a cat, he was also bound to her, tying their two life forces together. And with her immortality, it meant the two of them would be stuck together for a long time.

"There are Soulless disappearing all over. The police can't find a connection but all of them have traded their souls to either the light or dark." Vas was pulling his jeans up, his eyes still intently locked on the long-haired blonde who was avoiding returning the gaze. "I figured since you're one of them that might be relevant enough information." He shrugged as he finished getting dressed, then he raked his hand through his hair and walked over to stand in front of the counter again. "Why do you hide your eyes from me, mi Amor?" Both of his hands pressed down on the countertop and he leaned in close to her. "I can feel the desire radiating from you like the sun on a hot summer day. It stirs my hunger for you." There was a growl in his voice and he moved in for a kiss only to find his face connecting with her fist. "You bitch!" He stumbled back, both hands moving up to cover the gushing red fountain coming from his nose. A sharp pain erupted between his eyes and down the middle of his face. It was disorienting and infuriating causing him to stomp his foot onto the ground over and over while he yelled out in pain.

Luna winced, opening her fist and fanning her hand in the air. "Christ, that hurt!" Vas was doing his best to hold back the tears forming in his eyes. Luna pressed her knuckles to her lips to muffle her own scream. "Why the fuck would you do that?" It was still a shock to her that he could be that stupid after so long. Even with the emotions and unresolved feelings between them she had made it perfectly clear about sixty years ago that they were done for good.

Vas had his head tilted back, there a stain of red that went down his chin and neck, soaking into his shirt and he was crying. Luna winced again while closing her fist, leaving her index finger out. With a few words and spin of her finger, the bleeding in his nose stopped. She could've cleaned him up and replaced the shirt but decided to leave it as a visual reminder for the time being. "I told you the last time we kissed if you tried again I was going to sock you." She held her hand up and looked between it and him and when he didn't make the connection she slapped her left hand on the counter.

Vas was preoccupied with wiggling his nose with relief that the pain was gone. The sound of her hand made him jump and look at her. "Oh, right." He held his bloody hands over hers and concentrated. A red fire filled his eyes, he pushed the fire through his body and to her through his hands, and when he felt the fire fading he moved away. While they both were in agreement that their situation was a curse, it did come with the nifty perk of being able to heal each other without it draining either of their magic.

Luna looked down at her hand, which now had blood smeared on it. "How do you know they are Soulless? Where did you even hear about it?" Her finger spun with another spell cast to clean the blood up, even taking care of Vas this time. She was hoping the gesture might help bring him back on topic.

"Well," he moved to the corner of the room, grabbed a stool and carried it back to where she was sitting. "I was visiting a friend in the Under yesterday, conjugal visit type deal…" He grinned at her and she rolled her eyes in return.

"Stick to the important details only please." Luna crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him.

"Fine, fine. So I left the prison and went to the pub to stir up some trouble. Do you know they still try to enforce that 'No Animals Allowed' bullshit? So I put on a top hat and - "

"Vas!" She shouted at him while rubbing her temples, trying to talk herself down from wanting to pop him upside the head. "The important details or I'm turning you back into a cat!"

"Damn muchacha, you're so cross today. It makes me want to bend you over my knee and spank you for such negativity." He grinned teasingly at her but the glare he received back dropped his face to a frown and he continued, "Three demons at the pub, they were talking about losing Soulless. At least a dozen over the last six months. They can't find them dead or alive. It's like they just poofed." Vas held his arms in the air with his final word like he was telling a spooky story.

Luna strummed her fingers against the countertop. That many missing Soulless was concerning, especially if the demons were talking about it. But did she want to get involved? It wasn't a job. Whoever was behind it would have to be pretty fucking stupid to think to come after her. There was no reason to worry herself about it. It's not like she had a reason to care about a bunch of dumbasses that made the same mistake as her and made a deal, most likely a bad one at that.

"What are you thinking Luna? It scares me when you're quiet this long." Vassago already knew she was contemplating whether or not to get involved. He didn't have to see the concentration in her eyes as she weighed her decision. They'd been together so long that he knew before he even brought it up to her that she would throw herself into solving the disappearances. It just who she was, and the thing he loved about her the most. He knew she would take the case and he was happy she did, but he was also worried about what it would cost her in the end.

Luna jumped up from her stool and clapped her hands together, "Fuck it. Let's go to the Under."