#from the messenger-imp

[mrstinderstauf]

Oh boy a bonus seether!!

Oh boy, a baby with literally nothing else to do!

[your-favorite-spyho]

*Knocking at Lee’s door*

A messenger appears with a grin

GREETINGS! I beseech you with a message from our Superior Leviathan.

Hands Lee a scroll and it reads:

You are hereby summoned and required to appear before the The Court of Envy at 666 Envy Way, immediately, to answer to the call of their Deadliness, Leviathan, which is now on file with the Envy Court and you may obtain record of this summons via the court clerk.

Failure to appear to this summons may result in default judgment and thus leading to termination of access to the Envy ring.

Karen

Clerk of Court

The Court of Envy

(( @theleviafun ))

On her official day off (which she officially set for herself), Lee went down to Hell to pick up a few things from her old room at the princess hotel. Luckily, since the girls night out after the beach day, she no longer had to use the- currently well-guarded- Pearly Gates to get around. All thanks to Adina, who unexpectedly offered her help with the portals. Lee had no reason to refuse.

"I'll be back for you at 10pm, have fun~." Oh hell yeah baby, I will!

Lee changed into the sluttiest outfit of hers and was about to go pick up some girlies when she suddenly heard a knock on the door. She opened it and was immediately greeted by the messenger.

Wah- what??

She quickly reads the scroll and opens her mouth in shock.

...Yo. No way.

Lee shook her head, not believing what she read at first.

Fuck. You.

SUCK MY MANTIS- FUCKIN'- COCK. (Schnitzel: *side eye*)

WHAT DO YOU MEAN "SUMMONED BY LEVIATHAN"?!

She quickly began removing her makeup and changing into.. less revealing clothes.

For fuck's sake, right now?! UGH!! Da hell could Deadly Sin possibly want from a simple sinner? Does he know Imma technically not fuckin' allowed to leave da Pride RIng?!

Lee finished changing her clothes in a minute and immediately took on some random imp's form as a disguise.

Now care to take me dere since ya' already here, fella. -🍬

Shit, hopefully I'll be back by 10pm.

[bloop-bl00p]

Rewriting Hellaverse Heaven

Welcome to Heaven

We all know that Vivienne's worldbuilding skills are terrible, I’ve been pointing out a few issues so it’s not a new concept. I don’t want her to butcher Heaven in the second season, I know she will so I did something myself.

Anyway, I’ll start with the lowest in the hierarchy and gradually start climbing higher, it’s not 100% accurate to the angelic hierarchy we all know but where’s the fun in taking the accurate text without making any changes?

I. Humans:

Different ranks

Humans, while mostly there to rest after their death, can access more important ranks that are essential for Heavens to keep working. It’s based on how they lived on Earth.

Venerable: Venerable is the title given to a deceased person recognized as having lived a virtuous life, they sinned but it wasn't that bad and their good doing overcame their bad deeds. They are very common.

Blessed: To be beatified and recognized as Blessed, you must die because you accomplished a virtuous act based on the 7 Capital Virtues. A Blessed has the opportunity to assist a Saint in their daily routine and help welcome new souls in Heaven, making them visit different places and integrate them into the communities.

Saint: Sainthood requires a heroically virtuous and borderline sinless life, which means they dedicated their entire life to helping others and the world around them. A soul who accessed sainthood has the opportunity to further participate in the maintenance of Heaven. Saint Peter has the keys to open the Gates and knows which souls can have access to it.

The Choirs

Venerables can be part of a Choir since they have the most free time. The main style is currently Gospel and Acapella but Gospel Rock with Christian Symphonic Metal recently added themselves with new generations.

If I had to rewrite “Welcome to Heaven” it would probably be like “Gospel True” from Hercules.

II. Earthly Messengers

In other terms, those angels interact the most with humans whether it’s on Earth, in Heaven, or in Hell.

“Common” Angels

a. Overall:

That’s what they are called in the scripture and honestly, I was too tired to find another name. They are mostly pacifists avoiding confrontation and only carrying action and the words of God for the Greater Good. “Common” Angels take humans' appearance to blend in to spread good morals and values to inspire others.

They have to protect mortals from demonic influence, AKA identify and either repel the demon or slay it in extreme circumstances. They are my replacements for the Cherub in Helluva Boss and the reason IMP and other needs humans disguise.

b. Guardian Angels:

A guardian angel is assigned to protect and guide a particular person. You can't see them but their advice manifests as your internal monologue. It's up to you if you want to listen to it. They are the reason you think twice before willingly making bad decisions.

Principalities

If the “Common” Angels take care of individuals person, Principalities take care of kingdoms and large communities focusing mainly on the chiefs so they rule fairly over their people.

Unfortunately, most Principalities fell with Lucifer and the Fallen currently use their skills to manipulate rulers for the benefit of Hells.

Powers

a. Overall:

Powers heavily partake in Heaven’s army and it’s not rare to see them roaming around with a sword and armor, I mean, it’s their duty to protect the place. Once a year they descend to Hell in order to kill as many sinners as possible.

While it’s still a hazard as demons in general have varieties of powers that can make a fight difficult they do it nonetheless. During the war against Lucifer, their loyalty was such that no Powers fell which not only boosted their ego but also made them loathe those who turned against the Almighty.

Archangel Michael is the leader of the army but since Lucifer obliviously does not want the guy near Pentagram City Misael, his best soldier and lieutenant, takes the lead once in Hell.

b. Context around Exterminations:

The Examination was set up when Samael stopped torturing sinners and established a semblance of society to gain more power. Misael proposed it, not only to stop the Fallen Angel from harvesting strength but to regulate the number of souls in Hell. Which got accepted.

After each Extermination, soldiers have prayer duties where they need a few days to demand forgiveness after each extermination because of the arms procured.

Sinning gives more power to the Seven Deadly Sins, so each Power chooses their victims wisely specifically targeting sinners classified, in their own terms, as Overlords since they massively perpetuate immoral behaviors in others. They know exactly who targets thanks to Adam and Eve.

The first humans were sent to Hell because they doomed humanity except that not only did they keep their human appearance but they got a pardon from the wrath of Samael. Sealed away from the chaos of Hell, they stay in contact with Heaven and inform them of news deemed as important like the rise in power of a sinner.

III. Heavenly Rulers

While they rarely venture among humans, the actions they take can affect life on Earth.

The Archangels

The Archangels have been given the monumental task of managing life in Heaven for humans and the travel between Heaven and Earth/Hell. Each one of them has a different area of expertise translated by the etymology of their name.

They take care of the “Common” Angels and Power's activities making sure everything goes accordingly. They make sure everyone follows the rules, arresting/killing those that don't, and assigning the proper sentence when ordered to by God or the Dominions. They can be sent to Earth to deliver very important messages and are responsible for miracles, you know, people magically getting their visions back or limbs suddenly growing back, yeah, it’s them.

Dominions

Dominions rule over the Angels under them in the hierarchy, they monitor their activities making sure everything is fine. They solve arguments and grant intelligence with their immense wisdom and, like judges, give verdicts and penalties to criminals often helping God himself when faced with dilemmas, they were the ones who proposed the flood and helped God make his 10 Commandments.

The Ophamins

They are eyed wheels inside eyed wheels that contain fire whiting them, don’t try to visualize that.

Whenever Gods ask for a place to be blessed they will take the fire from them and spread it around making mere earthly houses holy. When that happens Hellborns (imps, succubus, or else) cannot approach these areas, unless they wanna die. You see this fire doesn't just repel sin it cleanses it completely and since Hellborn creatures are physical manifestations of sins they die the second they get close to the fire.

The fire is used to make angelic weapons.

IV. God’s Attendance

They can get physically close to the Almighty and help Him by carrying His orders or even replacing Him in some cases.

The Cherubims

Cherubims are armed with a sword whose warmth rivals the sun, it’s directly made from the fire of the Ophamin. One became the Guardian of Eden after Adam and Eve ate the Defended fruits (A pomegranate in my rewrite) Two also stand beside Saint Peter protecting the gates of Heaven.

Their duty is to protect sacred places, If God sends them to Earth it’s to protect a zone, Noah was asked to build the status of two Cherubim on his arch to ensure its protection, The same goes for Solomon who built temples with sculptures of Cherubim inside.

The Sheraphim

The closest to God physically, Seraphim cover their body with one of their three pairs of wings to not blind people and avoid outshining the Heavenly Father. Their love is so grand they burn, it doesn’t hurt them.

They essentially have endless creativity, not unlimited like God but pretty close, they helped him when creating the universe and its rules.

The Seven Holly Virtues

Uriel, Raphael, Michael, Saraquel, Gabriel, and Remiel.

Also called the Council of Seven, these angels are the most powerful of their type and take charge of Heaven when God is unavailable. Each of them represents a Virtue and they are the ones you’ll see when you’re dead.

Each evaluates your entire life before your eyes and decides whether you go to Hell or not, the process lasts a few seconds from your perspective, hence why you feel like your life flashes before your eyes.

V. More informations

1. Angelic weapons:

Their making always involves the fire of the Ophamins, whether it’s a literal flaming sword or used to melt metals. Ophamins are the only ones able to touch this divine fire, they are literally made from it, Angels above them can be hurted by it but they are allowed to have flaming weapons because of their much more important status and their experiences. Those below are given metallic weapons melted with the fire to give a tier of its properties but it’s less powerful, nonetheless, it is still effective against low-tier demons.

→ A flaming sword kills Angels (fallen or not).

→ A simple blade can only kill the offspring of the Goetia (in my rewrite the 72 Goestia are Fallen Angels that had children in Hell), Hellborns, and sinners.

2. What are they made of?:

Angels were created the second God asked for Light, as they are part of it. They have free will and autonomy but choose to serve their Creator as it seems like the most logical thing to do. They are sinless beings living in another plane of existence. Usually, when angels fall off of grace they shapeshift because they don’t want to be associated with Heaven, only taking a more “holly” appearance to trick humans.

This shapeshifting ability is flawed for both species because their natural eye colors cannot change. You know what they said “Eyes are the window of the soul.”

3. Morality and the importance of ethics:

Angels are moral beings and have free wills, they know ultimately what is really good and what is really wrong and that’s how they base their judgment upon humans.

There’s one flaw in this system, however.

They live in an alien-perfect environment. Everyone knows their place and carries their very specific duties, they don’t question rules because why would a perfect God would create imperfect rules? The last time someone tried to drastically change everything they lost a tier of their friends and witnessing what they are doing now reinforces that feeling that their sense of morality is ultimately right.

Ethics is many things and I still struggle to fully grasp what it is despite the little research I made, what I understand is that it helps in understanding people's behavior and giving fair judgments in court. What is morally wrong can be ethically right, there’s a huge difference between robbing a bank because you want to get rich and being a pickpocket because you have children to feed. Angels don't understand that, they don't understand humans and that’s why so many people end up in Hell without really deserving it.

4. These have nothing to do with the rewrite:

The way I suffered to write this is unreal. I have a bad habit of doing research and writing at the same time! Don’t be like me… because the number of time I had ideas and decided to scrap them because the results of my research made more sense makes me want to cry. I didn't but I was close.

You can also count me not saving my progress and accidentally closing Tumblr so I had to rewrite paragraphs. Anyway, the pain is over and I‘m glad the final result.

[alkasden]

Verse starter thread!

This verse will be following Alkas choosing the Striker path! If you wish to follow it, keep an eye out for the tag: #alkasden [runaway runner] ! All current verses are listed in the pinned post!

@strikers-saloon

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Sitting outside of her den, Alkas did not expect a messenger to come up to her with... a letter? A rare form of communication for sure, but she gave the hellhound a little wave after he passed off the envelope.

"Coulda just called," she mutters under her breath, taking her cigarette to hold in her other hand while she ripped open the letter with little regard of keeping it pretty.

Her eyes scanned across the written words, quiet as she muttered it to herself as she read. Then she began to grow a smile and it grew with each pass of the short message.

"Oh fuck yeah!" She gives a nice hop up from her seat on the curb of the sidewalk. Stuffing the letter into her pocket, she made her way over to her parked motorcycle, already out and ready to go. With the rev of its engines, she was off out of the Entertainment District and towards Striker's Saloon.

It seemed she had some business with the imp.

[unknown--author]

Sewing Clothes and Drinking Tea

I apologize for being gone so long, life got busy. I finished this WIP while in science class because I hate science and decided to post it.

Feedback and criticism are welcome! Just please be nice about it.

QUICK SYNOPSIS or whatever it's called: Professor Crewel and Prefect Yuu bonding over sewing and tea because of a secret influence (you'll know by the end).

CW: Yuu is anxious (probably, it's just my thought process, they might just come off as nervous), I don't know how to describe tea or sewing, this takes place before Book 5 (VDC is referenced but Yuu doesn't know what it is)

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

It's the day of my people :D

Yuu trudged toward the school store, their messenger bag shrugged over their shoulder. Ace and Deuce had torn holes into their uniforms by getting into a scrap with Octavinelle students (read: Floyd). Not only that, but Grim had a spat with Leona, tearing his bow.

Now the trio was employing the prefect to fix their clothes. Yuu sighed and pinched the bridge of their nose. They were going to end up in debt because of their idiots.

As soon as they entered the store, Mr. S was at their side, an apologetic look on his face. “I’m sorry, little devil. We just ran out.”

Yuu had learned not to question how he knew these things. Though, they suspected the shadows had something to do with it. “Really?” Sam always had what they needed in stock. “Did a delivery not come in?”

He shook his head. “No, Divus bought the last of the sewing materials. From how much he got, he’s either working on a new project or a large group of imps wrecked their clothes.”

“Oh.” The prefect clicked their tongue. Dammit, tomorrow was Monday. If Grim didn’t have his bow fixed, Crowley wouldn’t be pleased with them. And while Ace and Deuce weren’t in Ramshackle and, technically, weren’t their responsibility, Yuu would rather not let their friends down. Also, hearing Ace whine about a collar for a week sounded like hell.

“Well, little devil, I’m sure if you asked politely enough, Divus would lend you some.” Sam had obviously noticed their downcast expression.

Yuu perked up. “Do you think?”

“Yes, yes.” Sam went back to stocking behind the counter.

“Wait.” They deflated a bit. “Won’t Professor Crewel be at home? It is the weekend, Mr. S.”

"He keeps all his projects and sewing materials at his school office."

"Why?"

Sam shot a small smile their way. "He works on them in between classes and after school."

"Doesn't he have paperwork to do during those times?" Yuu asked, feeling bemused.

His small smile turned into a cheeky one. "Maybe," he shrugged.

They shook their head in amusement. "Thank you, Mr. S." They turned to leave. "I'll tell you how it goes!"

"There's no need; I'll know," Sam chuckled.

~~~~~~~~~~~

As Yuu walked through the desolate halls, some doubts filled their mind. What if Professor Crewel wasn't there? And if he was, would he listen to them? Would he help? Or would he turn them away with the flick of his wrist? The prefect was quite intimidated by the fur-coat-wearing teacher. And for good reason!

Divus Crewel had a strict way of teaching. He never stood for tardiness or horsing around. Any student who went against him would be punished severely. He taught with a whip and a terrifying glare. And last but not least, he reminded Yuu of Cruella De Vil. She had scared them shitless as a kid. With her freaky design and her intent to kill puppies and skin them for their coats, how could she not have?

They hesitated outside the alchemy classroom door. If they wanted, they could turn back now. They could buy a new bow for Grim. Ace and Deuce aren't precisely their problems, the duo have a housewarden and should know how to care for themselves.

A voice cut off their thoughts. "Come in, pup!" It called through the door.

Yuu creaked the door open at the invitation. The infamous Professor Crewel sat at a desk at the front of the room. He had a needle in his hand while fabric floated around him. "Hello, professor."

"Sam told me you were coming." The shadows seemed to dance when he said that. "What is it that you need?"

"Um, well..." Yuu looked at his forehead, avoiding eye contact. "Uh, you see, Grim and my friends tore a few stitches in their clothing and asked me to fix it up, again. I ran out of the thread and patches I needed, so I went to Mr. S's shop. And, well, you got the last of it.

"Mr. S then said that you maybe, probably, might let me borrow some of the materials?" Their rambling got quicker and quieter the more they went on.

Divus quirked an eyebrow. It was obvious that the prefect was nervous around him. It was no wonder considering his reputation with the student body. "Let me take a look at the damage those pups have done."

Yuu fumbled with their bag before pulling the torn clothing out. They walked over and handed it over to the teacher. He inspected the tears.

Most of Grim's vow was now shredded ribbons, Leona had got him good. Ace had gotten the brunt of Floyd's attack; Deuce's uniform wasn't as bad. Their clothes were torn from a force pulling at them and there were claw marks here and there.

Divus sighed. These pups were always so reckless. "I'll mend these. Pull up a chair." He waved his hand to the side, gesturing toward a seat.

Yuu immediately grabbed one, bringing it over to the side of the teacher's desk. They sat down, watching Professor Crewel work silently.

Some of the black fabric overhead floated down and scissors cut patches out of it. Magic threaded the needle for Divus. He grabbed it out of the air and began sewing the uniforms back into their proper form. The Ramshackle prefect watched in awe at the teacher's skill, but they felt a bit confused.

"Professor," they said, pulling his concentration away from his work. "Why don't you just use magic to sew?"

He sighed, expecting this question. "I don't want to build up too much blot."

"But you're making the fabrics and material float?"

"It's easier to organize them if they're not all dumped on my desk," he answered, a loud snip coming from his scissors. One patch down.

The prefect was about to ask another question but Crewel interrupted them. "Would you like some tea, pup?"

Yuu, caught off-guard by the sudden question, takes a moment to answer. "Um, yes please." After the whole Azul fiasco, they were suspicious of any free things offered to them.

Divus opened one of his desk drawers and pulled out a teapot and two teacups seemingly out of nowhere. From Yuu's perspective, the drawer looked like a void. "How did you do that?" they blurted out, amazement on their face.

The teacher stifled a chuckle. "It's an enchantment so the drawer has unlimited space. I cast it back when I started teaching here." He poured tea into the two cups and pushed one toward the teen.

The smell wafted up to their nostrils. They could've died happy then and there; it smelt so wonderful. They couldn't quite put their finger on it even though it was familiar. "What type of tea is this? It smells fantastic!"

"It's a walnut and almond green tea. I had it imported from the Queendom of Roses," Divus said proudly, taking a sip before going back to work.

Yuu took a sip as well, humming in delight. "Is it specially made there?"

He nods, focusing on the needle in his hand. "It's said that the Mad Hatter drank it at his unbirthday parties. Only the people of the queendom know how to brew it."

They muttered something about Riddle and his mother before speaking again. "Hmm, green tea's quite common back home. It's easy to get; you don't need to import it from another country."

"How interesting, pup." Two more loud snips sounded through the room. Two more patches done.

After his indifferent response, Yuu goes quiet. They take a sip of their tea and inspect the cup for something to do. It was plain white with little green leaves attached to thin vines. Each leaf was different in shape and size, but still similar. As they examined the teacup, they realized it looked authentic.

"Professor Crewel, is this handmade?" They held the teacup up so he knew what they were talking about.

Snip. Snip. Snip. Three patches and two uniforms done. "Yes, this set was handmade by an old friend of mine," he said as he grabbed his magic pen. The black fabric floated back up into the air. In its place, strips of grey and white fabric dropped onto the professor's desk.

Yuu watched with fascination as Divus lined up the material meticulously. "Who was the friend?"

"A friend from college, Ansel. He actually went to RSA. We met when I was in my second year and he was in his first." He sounded nostalgic as he spoke. "We met at that year's VDC. Ansel was performing for his team while I was a costume for mine. We went all out that year," he chuckled, now sewing the strips together.

"VDC?" the prefect mumbled before shaking their head. They'll ask about what that is later. "Were you good friends with him? Do you both still talk?"

The man sighed. "Yes, we were good friends. No, I don't talk with him much anymore, pup. We still text every once in a while. Before you ask, the last time we actually talked was at his wedding." He had finished fashioning the strips into a grey and white striped ribbon. Instead of fixing Grim's old bow, he had made a new one.

Yuu quickly downed the rest of their tea before they were handed the new and improved school uniforms. "Ah, thank you, sir."

Divus nodded curtly. "You're welcome, pup. Now run along." He got right back to work mending other clothing articles.

The prefect was about to walk out the door when he called out to them. "Pu- Prefect Yuu?"

They turned around to face him. "Yeah?"

"My door is always open if you need anything." He shot them a small, warm smile.

"Okay, thank you," they said, smiling brightly back at him before leaving.

Unbeknownst to the two, a certain shadow darted out of the room.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Sam was closing up shop when a shadow appeared next to him. It looked lively as it waved its arms around and seemingly danced.

Same glanced at it every now and then, wiping the store's front counter as he "heard" what took place in the alchemy teacher's classroom.

He chuckled afterward. "I knew they'd get along!"

The shadow shook its head in response.

"Look, I know it was bad to lie to the little devil, but hey, it ended up benefitting them. Now they have someone responsible that they can rely on." The shopkeeper bent under his counter and pulled out sewing materials.

"I better go put these back now, huh?"

~~~~~~~~~~~

Thank you for reading! I'm sorry for any OOC behavior and anything I get wrong about the slight mention of VDC. I haven't made it past book 4 yet. This is my second time writing an actual fic for this fandom and my first time actually posting one! On Sunday, I might post a drawing/painting that goes with this fic. I don't have my sketchbook on me right now.

Belongs to @unknown--author

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST ON TUMBLR, AO3, WATTPAD, OR ANY OTHER SITES (yes, I'm this cocky that my work could be stolen)

[bleucaesura]

STOLITZØ - FIFTY NINE

Stolas and Asmodeus wandered down the hall to the private waiting room.

“Tea?”

Asmodeus raised an eyebrow. “More of a coffee man myself.”

Stolas nodded.

“I’ll boil the water,” Asmodeus wrapped an arm around Stolas’s shoulders and pulled him in for a squeeze. “And you can grab the mugs and accouterments.”

Stolas smiled sheepishly up at Asmodeus and nodded. Asmodeus laughed heartily, gave Stolas a light noogie and released him.

Stolas stood there looking like a confused cockatiel, and Asmodeus tried very hard to cover his laughter (suddenly remembering the hour of night) when a wiry baphomet nurse shyly came up to address them.

“Your Majesties. I’m sorry to intrude…”

“What is it?” Stolas snapped. He cringed.

Damn. Be nice. She’s just a messenger…

Asmodeus looked at him like “Mmmooookaaaay, girl! You tell HER!”

Stolas shot him a look. Asmodeus snickered.

The nurse rubbed her hands nervously.

“Prince Stolas? Your presence is required in-”

“Yes, yes.” Stolas waved his hand, interrupting the nurse. “I understand.”

He swept past her and headed toward the hospital administrator’s office. He’d spent a lot of time there the last two weeks. He’d also gotten to know the board of directors quite well.

Asmodeus slid up beside him and matched his fast pace.

“What are you doing?” Stolas gave Asmodeus the side-eye. He didn’t slow his pace.

“Giving you some back-up.” Asmodeus grinned at him.. “You may be great with contracts, speed-reading and words. But I’m the Sin with the gift for gab, persuasion and seduction of all kinds.”

Beguiling charm oozed off of Asmodeus’s final words and Stolas felt a warm, euphoric shiver run down his spine. He couldn’t stop his feathers from fluffing.

Asmodeus chuckled. “See? I have my uses.” He waggled his eyebrows.

Stolas blushed.

“Yes. Quite.” He cleared his throat. “Thank you. I appreciate the support.”

The two stepped into an elevator.

Asmodeus clapped him on the back. “That’s the spirit!”

***

“I’m sure you can understand the dilemma we find ourselves in, your Highness.” The hospital’s head administrator folded his hands on the table in front of him.

Stolas and Asmodeus stood across a great table from the six hospital board members and head administrator.

Stolas had begun to liken the group with a collective of hospital mafia Dons. Three sharks, an incubus, an imp hybrid (that reminded him a lot of Striker) and the baphomet head administrator, sat in expensive business suits at the far end of the table. They all gave off an air of menace, ambivalence and power.

That didn’t matter though. Stolas was done being f*cked with.

“Your father has tremendous power.” The administrator continued. “And we wish to remain on his good side. For obvious reasons.”

The other board members nodded in agreement.

“Smug mother-f*ckers,” Asmodeus muttered under his breath. He clenched his fists, his flames growing, ready for a fight.

Without looking over, Stolas touched the back of Asmodeus’s hand lightly, as if to say “I’ve got this.”

Asmodeus looked over at Stolas, surprised.

“I understand all too well the dilemma you are in, Members of the Board. But, respectfully? You have NO legal grounds to refuse treatment.”

Stolas pointedly looked at each member before continuing.

“Cowardice is NOT a legal leg to stand on.” Stolas slammed his fist down onto the table, splintering and breaking off the last eight inches of the table.

The room erupted in shouted threats from the board members.

Asmodeus could feel the power and rage rising off of Stolas.

“Daaaaamn,” he mumbled. “Stolas! Babe! F*ck. Their. Sh*t. UP!” He quietly cheered him on.

The board members snarled and snapped from across the room.

“How DARE you speak to us this way!”

“We can eject any patient we wish at any moment!”

“You may be a Prince, but”

Stolas’s eyes shone a radioactive red, and waves of heat and power licked off his body.

“Yes. My father has great power.” Stolas’s words hung in the air like a cloud of acid. The board members stood still as stone, afraid they might be burned.

“But,” The lights in the room dimmed and flickered and a great monstrous shadow grew on the wall behind Stolas. “You have NO idea the TRUE power I wield.”

The board members huddled together, cowering at the sight of Stolas and his demonic shadow.

“Yes. Well.” Asmodeus cleared his throat. He stepped up next to Stolas, placing a hand lightly on his mid-back so the others couldn’t see.

The small touch grounded Stolas, reigning in his rage. The lights stopped flickering and his demon shadow slid down the wall, shrinking back into his own. But the waves of power still licked off of him, keeping the board members sufficiently frightened.

“If this is a matter of money and losing Goetian favour.” Asmodeus continued, addressing the cowering board members. “You don’t need to worry about that. You have my personal guarantee as the Sin of Lust and an Ars Goetia King, that your hospital will not lose funding or favour in the Goetian courts.”

The board members looked at Asmodeus. Then at Stolas. Then back at Asmodeus.

Stolas reigned in his power and stood tall so as to look down his beak at the board members.

“If my father was truly going to threaten your hospital simply because of who I’ve asked you to care for, he would make the threats in person. Not through middlemen, lawyers, and” Stolas snapped his fingers and a pile of papers on the table went up in flames “Memos.”

“Ye… Yes of course, your Highness.” The head administrator stammered.

“Great!” Asmodeus clapped his hands together loudly, startling the board members and sending them cowering again. “Everything’s settled then! Care will continue for Mr. Blitzø - no expense spared. You all no longer bother Prince Stolas with this frivolousness. And we’re all hunkydory!”

He grinned and looked between Stolas and the board members. “Right?”

The board members nodded emphatically while cowering behind their chairs.

“Fabulous!” He turned heel, threw open the door and walked out of the room. “Let’s go, Stolas! Better places to be!”

Stolas turned to leave. He paused at the door.

“Do NOT waste my time again.”

The lights flickered, a few bulbs burst in their sockets.

Stolas waved a hand over his shoulder as he left the room, slamming the door with a very satisfying and frame splintering ‘bang’.

*****

[alice-the-demon]

It came to me earlier...

Some time ago I said that Pizzelle, from Sugary Spire, would become an Angel if they were in Hell Tower, but now I'm revaluating the whole thing...

If Sugary Spire, which is basically the Underswap of Pizza Tower, takes the same ideas of Hell Tower AU... Becoming something like "Heavenly Spire".

But instead of a tower built by Demons to destroy Heaven to start the Apocalypse, here the tower spire was built by a bunch of rebel Angels who want to destroy Hell in order to, in their words, eliminate all the bad and sins on humanity.

Pizzelle, a Gluttony Imp, finds out what that bunch of Angels are planning and tries to warn the people in Hell and, of course, nobody believes them, except for Roselle, an Envy Imp and Piz's girlfriend.

So, Pizzelle, Roselle and Marble the domestic Leviathan (basically a dragon-like monster from various Hebrew Bible books) head to the Heavenly Spire to stop those so-called God's messengers.

Yeah, that sounds good enough. What do you think, folks?

[vylad243]

Prompt: Vox is an angel who is one of Heaven's messengers. He is technically a human turned angel, like Adam was and like Adam usually wears a mask--(however his mask is just a regular bank robber's mask with slots where one Blue and one green eye peer out, and it covers his soft black hair.) He is also one of the few angels Lucifer genuinely likes and can come and go from Hell any time he pleases, and One Charlie knows very well. Unfortunately for Vox, over the years visiting and delivering messages for the Morningstars, he's attracted a bit of a stalker in the radio demon. Which leads the overlord to becoming Charlie's sponsor when she opens her hotel in an attempt to actually meet the angel that accompanies his mind, that makes his heart flutter when he sees him in the sky. When Vox comes by to see the hotel and give his thoughts on redemption, Alastor is ready. He's in a brand new suit, a new coat, and he's sharpened his antlers. He also unconsciously attempts to scent the angel--not that Vox minds, he's used to Charlie rubbing up against his wings at times too. It's fine if her friends do it too.

Husker immediately knows what's going on and attempts to warn Angel Dust not to flirt with Charlie's angel uncle, not because he's Charlie's uncle, but because Alastor's in love with him, and Alastor DOESN'T share.

Charlie, being the sweetheart that she is immediately offers Vox a room and he say yes, and gets the room across from Alastor's. He of course changes it to his preferences, so now the final floor of the upstairs only has 2 large rooms, and a warring color scheme of blues and reds.

Alastor of course just gets worse and worse now consciously scenting the angel when he can, and bringing Vix gifts (and paying I.M.P ridiculous amounts of money to get fruits seeds and coco seeds so he can start garden just so he doesn't have to keep paying said Imps for said fruits and treats!)

Vox of course doesn't realize Alastor's attempting to woo him. He thinks they're great friends and that friends obviously have eskimo kisses (scenting) around 5-6 times a day, and they help each other with grooming/preening (Alastor with Vox's wings and feathers by plucking out the broken feathers and massaging oil in them, and Vox by helping getting rid of any stuck velvet.) And obviously friends share beds, cuddling together, Alastor being the big spoon during the night. They're friends. Obviously.

Husker snickers as Vox and Alastor share another eskimo kiss in front of the bar.

Hi! While I greatly appreciate this prompt, sadly I don't really have the motivation to work on this and I don't want to leave it rotting in my inbox while you wonder if anything has happened to it! It's a lovely idea and I hope to he able to write it out one day when I have the motivation to do so!

[bendysinitiation]

(A timeline of events from an outsider’s perspective, based on @bendyredrawn ‘s very own timeline! In this world, JDS’s growth is much like Fleischer Studios, with some things from Disney.)

1919 - Drew-Stein Studios is created by Joey Drew and Henry Stein. They also release their first short, “Little Devil Darlin'“. It stars a misunderstood little imp that tries to keep a job in turning people to sin. It becomes a hit with minority groups, such as immigrants, as escapism from the riots of the time, and conservative whites of New York find it blasphemous.

1920 - “Imp from the Inkwell“ Is released. In this story, the imp, now named Bendy, gets into antics with a live action Henry Stein. The production of short comics also start, introducing an unnamed hellhound into the picture.

1922 - More cartoons and comics are made. Notably, Boris makes his entrance in “Boorish Beasts”. He is Bendy’s acquaintance and foil, being quiet and calculative, but warm-hearted.

1925 - The Bendy film “Tombstone Picnic” makes a breakthrough by becoming the first ever animated “talkie” through vitaphone. The titular character is voiced by none other than Joey himself. Drew-Stein Studios hits the top of the charts for animation in America.

1926 - Another series, Telltale Trio, is introduced into the catalogue. It is not focused on the well-known imp from hell, but instead a trio of ghastly animals haunting a small town. Drew-Stein Studios changes its name to Joey Drew Studios.

1927-1930 - Countless other comics and talkies are released. The idea of angels are also introduced to the Bendy series. JDS grows exponentially in young employees during the start of the Great Depression.

1932-1933 - One year of mostly comics. Rumors go around that JDS is buying out a new studio in the Brooklyn area to house all its new departments. Joey Drew mentions big things are coming, but keeps it a surprise.

1933 - Construction finishes on the new studio and production moves in. Several female singers, musicians, and foley artists are also hired around this time. Alice Angel is introduced: a trigger-happy messenger that’s ended up in Hell. This also marks the year of JDS’s first color film.

1934 - With the addition of the Hays code, JDS holds back on all the violence, and produces less Bendy cartoons. Strangely enough, its reputation and income is barely effected. Alice Angel becomes the darling of the show around this time.

1936 - JDS releases a feature-length on the return of Bendy. It becomes extremely popular. But at the same time an endemic of sickness spreads throughout New York for a few days. There are also reports of some theatres receiving completely corrupted canisters that have whole minutes blacked out, melting, or incomprehensible.

1937- Henry Stein leaves the company because of “creative differences”. The studio’s growth comes to a halt.

1937-1940 - Production slows on more Bendy cartoons, instead focusing on other series again. Employees start protesting for better treatment outside the studio.

1940-1943 - Employees of the studio start to go missing, along with other employees leaving in droves. All report sickness.

1944-1945 - The studio, again, advertises a new breakthrough. A few more cartoons come out, all focusing on Bendy. People near the studio report cold chills and auditory hallucinations for months upon end.

1946 - After a mass plunge into hysteria from people in the near vicinity of JDS for 3 hours, The studio goes completely silent. All people employed go missing. Many investigations are taken out under these disappearances, but all become cold cases. People that go in don’t come out. Eventually, the studio is demolished.

1963 - New animation released. Henry is told by Joey to record the old studio. Game events.

[stray-tori]

"Mastermind" Thoughts

hmm i think this finally broke the "this episode is the new best episode!" streak that S2 has had thus far.

Critic points:

Ice Boy's plan was weird - what would he get from Blitz being executed? He should have ensured Stolas would show up, his original plan made no sense considering his goal? I understand he didn't want Stolas to be there during the testimonies but he should have definitely arranged to have him show up, right???

(more of a question) How does Stella know so much about Stolas?? Why does she know about the book deal, and why does she know they had a fight?? HUH (but ig Verosika knew abt Full Moon too somehow so. WHO KNOWS. maybe Stolas is in all the magazines)

A little bit rushed. Was hoping for things to be subdued a bit before we go back into Stolitz territory, but I trust that this will not magically fix them.

I think this episode would have benefited a lot from having a break between releases with shorts releasing. Even though the shorts we have were kind of ret-conned by Blitz moping around post-apology-tour and apology tour being the next day from full moon so they can't have happened there either; I still think this needed some time to breathe. Some time for Blitz to function again (we do have the hint that he has been functioning) and to show them existing on their own.

I know that Blitz was under stress but Stolas did say "less than legally" irt their deal, so I kind of thought Blitz knew that it was somewhat illegal -- I'm surprised he didn't try to go "Why would I steal the book, I have a crystal bro". This episode feels written as if the crystal didn't exist - they could have used it to escape to the mortal realm, and Blitz could have at least attempted to "hide" the book usage. It's likely that Ozzie has records on when his crystals were officially handed out and it probably would have been refuted, but idk... feels weird that it didn't come up.

Why did they believe the assassin's testimony just like that, come on now.

Also I'm GENUINELY surprised the angelic weapon they got from Striker in S1 didn't come up here. I was like, super convinced they'd show it during the hiding segment or it would come up here as sort of evidence that Blitz was plotting to kill Stolas?

But also why was this needed, wouldn't it have been enough to be like "yeah. i gave him the book, it was illegal" - like why make your crime seem unnecessarily big? This feels more like a plot thread towards pilot Stolas, who was using Blitz to enact power moves on earth, seemingly.

Generally it just feels like there's some missed potential to bring together various plot threads here and it makes me a bit sad. (Maybe I just missed what happened to it)

edit: IMO the easy fix here would be to just have Andrealphus ENSURE that Stolas shows up by sending him a messenger or something of the sort.

If I was to give my own pitch, I think you can still hit a lot of the same plot beats by doing the reverse. Stolas being accused of lending his book out and Blitz trying to take the fall for him by saying he stole it, he forced Stolas, etc. (i.e. trying to STOP him ruining Stolas' life even more than he already has in his eyes) - but ultimately failing and then Stolas gets banished just like in the episode proper.

Loved:

Blitz screaming for Stolas, ugh the DESPAIR!!! My beloved

Stolas being a dramatic lil bitch

IMP found family :((((( Blitz would take the fall for them every time!!!

Domestic/Hurt-Comfort Stolitz despite my gripes is very cute, i can't be too bitter. It still feels weird seeing it happen, because I've seen this a lot in fan-works and I'm simply not used to a work actually being this fanfic-y (and I mean this in the best way possible).

STOLAS SAW THE PICTURES WITH BLITZ' FACE SCRIBBLED, i doubt this season has space for this but PLEASE S3,,,,

And a joke I did during the watch that I thought was funny:

"get ready for a life on the run gang" (Blitz crashes the car)

Me: "Well it's a life on the RUN, not a life on the DRIVE"

[doublejango]

continued for @botanikos from here--

Blitz had been gone for the last week on a job--although he had still managed to sneak home and set up Stolas's birthday heart--and had been out of contact. The moment he set foot back in the Avernus, however, something felt wrong, as if it set his skin buzzing. He froze in place, eyes wide, trying to pinpoint exactly what it was, but he couldn't tell. Back twitching, tail already starting to lash, Blitz looked around himself, studying the trees, looking for answers there. It was early morning, beautiful and cool--high time to get in bed--and the sunlight was slanting down so enticingly through the trees. Once upon a time, Blitz had been sure he would never be able to find such a thing beautiful again...

And that thought was what did it. Stomach tightening, he stood up straight, claws digging into the bloody sack he carried. When a tiny little goblin, a type that did quite well disguising itself as slime mold, crept out of the cracks in a tree, Blitz looked at it. It wasn't just his skin that felt like it was vibrating with warning now, it was his entire damned body, with barely repressed aggression.

"You want to tell me something," he purred, struggling to make his voice sweet and enticing.

The little goblin chittered and opened its maw. Obligingly, Blitz reached into the sack and tore a strip of flesh away. He held it out, pierced on the tip of a claw, and let a single drop of blood drip down onto the slimy thing. It immediately lunged for the rest of it--and his hand--but he moved it out of reach.

"Tastes good, huh? Tell me what you're all so fucking worried about." Because maybe Blitz never really talked to the higher orders of faeries, but these little ones, the lowly, he felt them.

When the answer came, it was just one word. A garbled word, babbled over and over and over again, but clear enough to the imp's ears.

Treachery.

Well. That was just fucking great.

-

Once home, Blitz went first to his own private chambers. He scrubbed most of the blood away--although he left a few in choices places for Stolas to lick, if he was so inclined; blood under the chin and down the neck and chest was always nice--and cleaned his weapons, then pinned his latest trophies to the wall to let them rest a while, before he did what he needed to with them. All of this felt familiar, but at the same time, he was distracted.

Treachery?

Maybe the little slimeling hadn't really understood what was happening, but other creatures had whispered it too, in confirmation, on his entire journey here. Mushrooms and mold, tiny predators disguised as leaves, a jealous little razor-beaked bird who had been trying to flirt with the wind when the messengers traveled. They all thought something was wrong--just not with Stolas. That much was clear. If something had happened to Stolas, all of this would be different. Painfully different.

Blitz changed into clean clothes, dressing down for once. Loose trousers, wide-legged but gathered at the ankles, in black. A spider-silk wrap draped artfully in a passing imitation of a shirt, but it kept his back-spines exposed. Barefoot, trying to be calm, trying not to wonder why everything felt like it was about to collapse, Blitz made his way to his lover's side.

Walking up, he didn't hesitate to wrap his claws around their throat and, slowly, gently, bend them down just enough to give a long, deep, possessive kiss to.

"Missed you, pretty bird."

What is happening? he wanted to demand. But love and affection for Stolas came first. If there was murder to be done, Stolas would tell him soon enough.

[mrstinderstauf]

this is not a mistake i'm sending 3 separate ones bc i want to see that many ∞ ∞ ∞

put a "∞" in my ask box and I'll shuffle my music player and give you my favorite lyrics from the song that comes up.

1: Do It All The Time by iDKHOW!

We're taking over the world; a little victim-less crime And when I'm taking your innocence, I'll be corrupting your mind No need to cry I'm only doing anything I want to do because I do it all the time

2: GUY.exe by Superfruit!

I need a man who don't get jealous 'less I want him to A gentleman to take care of me in the bedroom Romantic love, but keep it rough Am I asking too much?

3: SAYONARA HUMAN by Pinocchio-P feat. Hatsune Miku!

'Goodbye' and 'See you tomorrow' Those are great when you're a human being... aren't they? I can't see you ever again, but I remember your words "Even if you get really sick of being a human, don't stop yet, okay?"

[hopepetal]

Part Seven pog! I have about two or three more parts planned out after this, so... we're almost at the end!! Woo!

Masterlist

@applestruda @stiffyck

As the winged messenger fluttered down from the sky, a hand shot up to grab it. Hurriedly unfolding the intricate origami, Impulse scanned the message with a sigh before turning around and heading inside, his footsteps heavy against the floor. 

Going down a flight of stairs and turning right, Impulse opened the door to the room Mumbo had set himself up in. He was still examining the map he had spread out on the table with a furrowed brow, completely focused on his work. So much so that he didn’t notice Impulse’s arrival and jumped when the other cleared his throat. “Oh! Impulse! I didn’t-”

“-notice me come in. Yeah, I figured.” Impulse held out the parchment, shaking it slightly when Mumbo didn’t immediately take it. “It’s a message from Pearl,” he clarified upon seeing Mumbo’s confusion. “She found them, apparently.”

Mumbo’s shoulders slumped as he sighed in relief. “Did she say anything else?” he asked, turning the note over to check the back for anything else she might have written.

“Nope.” Impulse popped the ‘p’ on the word. “That’s all we got.”

Mumbo chuckled wearily, shaking his head slightly. “Of course she didn’t.”

When Pearl had first come to Impulse and Mumbo, holding Jellie and insisting that something was wrong, the two had been skeptical. But seeing Jellie on her own away from Scar had given them pause. They hadn’t known it was even possible, if they were being honest. But then Pearl pulled out a very familiar bracelet- a simple purple thread with three hand carved hearts on it. One green, one yellow, and one red. Grian’s cherished bracelet, one he was never seen without. Jellie had given it to her, Pearl explained, and that’s how she knew something was up. Mumbo and Impulse believed her after that, and watched her don her red cloak as she promised to keep in touch before leaving. 

In the meantime, Mumbo had been doing his best to figure out where Scar and Grian could’ve gone- where they could’ve been taken. Pearl had sent a few messages that had helped him rule out a few areas, but there was still too much he didn’t know. She had told them to wait until she had found out more and gave them the “signal”. This had left Mumbo with a lot of time to be alone with his thoughts- an unfortunate situation for him. 

Left without any clue as to where his friends were, without any way to help them, Mumbo couldn’t help but feel the guilt sink deep into his bones. He had let Grian go. He had stood there and watched as one of his closest friends smiled and assured him everything would be alright, and now things weren’t. He should’ve done more to stop Grian; but if he had, what would’ve happened to Scar? Would he be alone, trapped in the belief that the knights hated him? 

Was there anything Mumbo could’ve done to make things better?

No, no. He knew placing the blame would do him no good. It wouldn’t help him find his friends. Still, he was disappointed in himself. He could’ve done better. He should’ve done better.

While Mumbo had busied himself with the map, Impulse had been preparing for the inevitable trip they’d soon be taking. All the supplies they would need, plus a few ‘just-in-case’ things, were swiftly packed and readied. The horses had been fed and given water, their saddles cleaned and hung nearby, ready for a swift departure should it be needed. Impulse had checked, double checked, then checked once again to make sure everything was ready. This trip would be an important one- he and Mumbo would be going to save their friends. It was not simply something he could just say “oops, I forgot something, we need to turn back” on. 

If anything went wrong, if there came a moment they were unprepared for, if something happened and it cost them the mission, Impulse would never forgive himself.

Now, left with two simple words and a slightly crumpled piece of parchment, Mumbo and Impulse were… uncertain of what to do. Anxious and impatient, they were really hoping Pearl would’ve given them something more than two simple words and a magic moth.

As they tried to figure out what to do, the parchment seemed to be blown out of Mumbo’s hands. Landing on the map, it dissolved into misty magic before condensing into a point on the map. Mumbo’s eyes widened, and he quickly grabbed a quill to circle the area and jot down the coordinates. 

Impulse leaned forward, gazing at the map. “You think that’s our signal?” he asked, scanning the area surrounding the magic point. 

Mumbo shrugged. “As far as I’m concerned, yes.” He rolled up the map and picked it up, tucking the quill away. “I assume we’re set to ride out now?”

Impulse grinned, feeling for the first time in a while a rush of hope and excitement. “Oh, you know it. Let’s go get our friends back.”

Mumbo smiled back, nodding. “And give them a good scolding while we’re at it,” he added, chuckling when Impulse’s grin widened.

The journey to save their friends began.

[archer-kacey]

Joey Drew is Gay and there's no way around it (Pt 1)

I want to immediately preface this by saying I never want to assume that a character is gay, straight, bi, etc. Usually the creator will confirm this type of thing, or it will end up being confirmed or implied later down the line. Joey, however, has something unique in comparison to the rest of the cast- we have his autobiography. This paired with information found in the games themselves and additional novels already give us a pretty big library of information to draw from. We have most of his life story given to us on a silver platter, and in my opinion, the non-heteronormativity speaks for itself.

Let's start with Dark Revival, because it's an easy starting point to offshoot from.

Memory Joey tells Audrey this: for Joey Drew, a family was something he always wanted, but could never have. For most people, this probably translates as Joey being too absorbed in his work, himself, and the studio to raise a family. While Joey did have a big ego and undoubtedly had his hands full, I struggle to believe that this would prevent him outright from even trying.

First off, if Joey's end goal was "a family," then there are a million questions that immediately come up. What kind of "family" was Joey striving for? Dark Revival seems to at least confirm that he wanted a child of his own, and to be fair, solely having Audrey seemed to complete him.

When Joey was alive, there were some pretty easy ways to accomplish having a family. One would be the heterosexual route, marrying a woman and having a child, and arguably this would be the easiest. He could have also adopted, especially if he was Ace, or if there was a possibility he was just an infertile man.

Here's the thing, though- he didn't do either of those.

Now, I fully understand that if Joey were a mouse stuck in a maze, he would take the longest possible route to get to the cheese. He's a bit stubborn and childish, and developed his god complex faster than a Polaroid camera photo. BUT, his two brain cells kick in whenever there's something he truly wants.

Joey doesn't operate on brute force. He outsources absolutely everything. He'll wrap up an entire web of people into doing his dirty work, but he himself wants to take the path of least resistance. So, when dealing with a personal matter that can be very easily tended to...why the hell ignore the entire thing? Having a kid would have worked pretty smoothly with his self-interests.

The way Joey goes about actually "having" kids is very strange. Firstly, there's Bendy, born via Ink Machine. Secondly, there's Audrey, also born via Ink Machine.

Hey Joey, quick question...why are all your kids birthed via giant metal box?

Oh, I'm not kidding about Bendy being Joey's child, either.

In Illusion of Living, Joey states that he views Bendy as his son, and this is specified to not be a hyperbolic statement. Nathan also volunteers the information that Joey felt the same way about Bendy as he did about his own son (Nathan Jr.) Joey also describes Bendy as his muse and his messenger. Joey's philosophy, The Illusion of Living, is the belief that fiction and reality are the same thing, which feeds into a heavy insistence that Bendy is real, and he scoffs at the idea that people would dare think he isn't.

Illusion of Living was released in 1942. So, starting in at least 1942 (though I suspect earlier,) Joey was very protective of the image of this character, and convinced himself that this creation was his own son.

In short, he was already attempting to fill a childless void with a fictional substitute.

However, the sad fact is that Bendy was ultimately a filler child that still couldn't satisfy him. But when Audrey came into being, that was it. Joey wanted a human child, and Audrey was the closest thing to that, hence why she was his last attempt. So he settled down and raised her until his passing.

But we’re not done talking about Bendy yet. Joey's intense connection to Bendy has far-reaching implications.

PART 2>>

[proxylynn]

How strong is Adam actually?

[Power scaling is hard due to Heaven not having been fully fleshed out yet. The most influential Catholic angelic hierarchy was that put forward by Pseudo-Dionysius the Areopagite in the 5th or 6th century in his book De Coelesti Hierarchia (On the Celestial Hierarchy). Dionysius described nine levels of spiritual beings which he grouped into three orders:

Highest orders: Seraphim, Cherubim, Ophanim (thrones)

Middle orders: Dominions, Virtues, Powers

Lowest orders: Principalities, Archangels, Angels

During the Middle Ages, various schemes were proposed, some drawing on and expanding on Pseudo-Dionysius, others suggesting completely different classifications.

Now, with what we know of Vivz's lore shown so far, Angels have their own hierarchy, with certain groups and tiers of angels dictating the degrees of authority in their government, such as the high-ranking Seraphim. It has also been stated that the powers angels possess are distinct from the powers that demons possess, with the former inherently holding dominion over the latter. Seraphim are still up high on the power dynamic but we're told there are "Elders" and Sera herself answers to these beings who can outrank/outpower her, hinting they have the power to make an angel "Fallen". We saw the Cherubs in Helluva Boss but, like they are in modern media, they aren't like their biblical source as badass warrior enforcement, but cute baby-like messengers that appear near on par with Imps (this might have been just the ones in the episode or the joke due to both groups being parallels for the bit). Ophanim are also present and have been since the start (the many-eyed wheel heads) but we don't know their role or if they are still up there with Seraphim but likely so. In the episode "Overture", Adam mentions a sexual encounter with a "Virtue chick". The term "Virtue" is also often the angelic counterpart of the Seven Deadly Sins, each one being a direct inverse of the respective sin. It is unknown which use of "Virtue" Adam was referring to.

Which now brings me to Adam and the Exorcists. Adam is a human soul that went to Heaven and for being an ordained mortal soul, the dude is fucking OP, on par with Overlords, which I think is hilarious considering I believe mortal souls being angels are the bottom bitches of Heaven's citizens which shows just how insane divinity can be when compared to the demonic powers. Now for the hard part, because Adam hints at making the Exorcists. We don't know if they are former human souls like him or if he himself made them, as he even gave Vaggie her name and Carmilla refers to the other Exorcists as Vaggie's sisters. Now this could mean they are all creations, and it does fit with Adam's ego to make a group of women who are subordinates under his command, but they also could've easily been recruited by Adam and he merely gave them new names upon being Exorcists. I also think Exorcists are even weaker than basic angels and are as barebones as an angel could be possible. Exorcists rely heavily on their weapons and lack defense, wielding no shields and having little armor, very much brutal crusaders that live for the slaughter of the damned under the guise of a holy mission...They're pawns. They also appear to lack abilities other than flight and making portals to traverse realms. Exorcists are very bloodthirsty and love violence. They seem to take sadistic joy in killing demons. Their loyalty is a core staple of their character, even so, Exorcists don't tolerate betrayal of any kind, and express hatred for Vaggie and the desire to gleefully kill her when offered the chance to go after her, becoming even more eager to do so when Adam offered a reward to the Exorcist who successfully brings him Vaggie's head.]

{So after all that, to answer your question of how strong is Adam...The dude was fucking strong. As the first human soul to go to Heaven and with millennia of training under his belt, his strength was up there to possibly archangel level and he was a threat to take seriously.}

Abilities

Flight - Adam had a set of wings that he could use to fly at great speed. He could also remove a feather from his wings to use as a quill pen.

Nephokinesis - He could control clouds he creates and make them into steps.

Cloud creation - With a flap of his wings, he can create a gust of clouds around him.

Immense strength - He was shown to be able to smash a light projector in front of him with brute strength in a moment of rage, and later shatter Alastor's barrier with a single punch. He was also shown to be strong enough to physically overpower Charlie, despite the latter assuming her full demon form. However, Charlie managed to use more of her demonic powers to stop him from punching Lucifer, utterly overpowering him and confusing him, indicating that he is only stronger than Charlie if she doesn't focus on all her power.

Enhanced endurance - Despite having not experienced pain for likely millennia, Adam was able to easily shrug off getting stabbed by Charlie with her trident despite saying that it hurt and he quickly retaliate after being repeatedly punched in the face by Lucifer.

Angelic power - As an angel, he most likely possessed high angelic power, especially as the leader of the Exorcists. His strength was proven to be immense, surpassing all but the strongest of Demons and Sinners as he was able to easily overwhelm both Alastor and later Charlie, who had assumed her full demon form and could have won had Lucifer not interfered.

Portal creation - Adam could create portals for other Angels to use, notably to transport himself and his Exorcist army to Hell at the start of each annual extermination. He also opened a portal to banish Charlie and Vaggie back to Hell in "Welcome to Heaven".

Conjuration - Adam could summon objects as he pleased, summoning his guitar and physical Exorcist copies during Hell is Forever, a golden scroll informing Charlie of Heaven's decision to move up the next Extermination, and a piece of golden paper to write on in court.

Alteration - Adam also showed he could alter the objects he created, such as when he made his axe guitar larger while fighting Alastor.

Photokinesis - Adam could fire blasts of holy light strong enough to vaporize Sir Pentious and his war machine in one small blast and slice tall buildings in half. He also showed he could channel his light through his guitar/axe to create powerful blades of light that were able to cut through Alastor's cane and through his fist to destroy demonic barriers. In "Overture", he created a giant bright orb of light above him while he was singing Hell is Forever.

Skillset

Musical talent - He was capable of singing and in "Overture" was implied to have been part of a band.

Guitar-playing - Adam was talented at playing the guitar and did so seemingly whenever he could.

Axe proficiency - Adam wielded his guitar-axe with amazing skill as he could fight out and seriously wound Alastor during their duel.

Leadership - Adam appeared to be a competent and capable leader of the Exorcists, often personally leading them into battle. Additionally, Adam appears to genuinely care for his subordinates.

Strategic mind - In both "Overture" and "The Show Must Go On", Adam demonstrates sound and logical thinking both in and out of combat; in the former, Adam waits to begin the next extermination so as not to prematurely reveal his plan, while in the latter, Adam personally attacks high-threat targets to even the odds for his Exorcists, as seen with his battle with Alastor, since he recognized him as the conjurer of the hotel's barrier.

[greeenchrysanthemums]

Dear Lord Danny of Dawn,

(Que stuff that is formal and they say in letters)

I have a question for you.

Can you please info dump about anything in your GG rivals au?

Sincerely,

Lady Marabelle of Eiren (A fantasy town I made up pronounced ear-in)

PS. I hope you have a nice day

PSS. I thought this would be a funny joke writing a letter because you have the messenger pigeon. :)

This is the cutest ask I've ever received and everything I could have hoped for when I made my inbox say messenger pigeon XD

Dear Lady Marabelle of Eiren,

I humbly accept your request to infodump; here is some world building that I have never found the opportunity to share until this point.

Today we will be talking about hybrids and magical beings!

So, the citizens of this world are not too unfamiliar with those with non-human traits. It is very common to meet a person with, say, horns like Impulse, or sharp teeth and earfins like Scott, and even dog ears like the king. This is because while magic has died out in the recent years, the beings who wielded that magic are all very much still around. Think of it a bit like the world from the movie Onward. A magical world without magic.

However, there are some species/races who, for the most part, have also died out along with the magic. For example, full avians like Grian are very rare. Most people who have avian features now are hybrids, like Skizz, who only has wings and the sharp talon-like fingers.

There are also beings who still have magic, as was mentioned in the first chapter. It is very weak, though. Whereas magic users of old used to be able to create fire larger than buildings, most people who possess magic now are only able to make a flame no bigger than the wick of a candle, or even more rarely, something the size of a fist.

Because this magic is so weak and often takes a lot of energy to create in the first place, it is not often sought after and rarely, if ever, used in combat. It is thought of with the same amazement as someone being able to lick their elbow. Cool, but nothing super extraordinary.

In this age, seeing someone who has full magical capabilities is unheard of. People like that are basically legend. There are people alive who knew a world of magic, of course, since it began to fade around 60 years ago and had almost entirely died out only 25-30 years ago; Still, it is a mostly distant memory now. Anyone who previously had magic abilities in their youth have also lost it over the years or it has become incredibly weak.

Hybrid traits such as dog ears or bull horns and tails (like what Ren and Jimmy have) are a result of past magic genetic tampering that the older generations dabbled with. It was said back in the day that mixing ones soul with that of an animal would alter and strengthen ones own magic abilities. Like the idea of a familiar, but if you were to become one with them rather than work beside them.

These hybrid features are usually a good indicator that magical blood used to run in the families veins since these features were typically passed down through birth after they were obtained.

These traits are not to be confused with hybrids who are truly a mix of two races created through mating, like Skizz. It is usually easy to tell which is the case, since some traits have no non-human to originate from. When that is not the case, there is no way of knowing other than to ask, and this is usually frowned upon. It is a rude thing to ask a person.

Some classifications for our main cast:

Human = Gem, Pearl, Cleo, Mumbo, Bigb, Etho(?), Bdubs (?)

Siren/Mers = Joel, Lizzy, Scott

Imp = Impulse, Tango

Avian = Grian

General Hybrids = Skizz (avian), Martyn (mer/siren)

Magic Born Hybrids = Ren (wolf/dog), Jimmy (bull)

(Note: I could not think of a name to distinguish the two different kinds of hybrids. If you can think of one, please do share.)

It is worthy to mention that although the inhabitants of Coral Crest are descendent from sea dwellers, they themselves do not live within the ocean anymore. Their ability to breath underwater, much like their magic, has since died out for the most part. There is a portion of the Coral Crest population that have retained this ability and the gills needed to do it, but they are a minority. They are all still brilliant swimmers though.

I hope you have enjoyed this semi-incoherent info dump on the inner workings of the GG world.

With kind regards,

Lord Danny of Dawn

PS. You have a wonderful day as well, you have made mine X)