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The sky spat him out like a mistake. Wind clawed at his skin, ripping heat from his bones, and the ground below came closer with every heartbeat. (redacted)’s head still felt a bit fuzzy, like he hadn’t processed the fact that his end was nearing with every passing moment.
Wait. The ground...?
HUH?! He was falling!
(ɍēđⱥȼⱦēđ) crashed into the ground like a meteor with questionable life choices. The fall ended with a loud heavy thud, no loud noises, no flashes of light, just him and the ground colliding. He groaned, one of his hands reaching out to hold his aching head, yet there wasn't much pain, just an ache in his bones. He looked up a little, the bright lights stinging his eyes.
'WELCOME TO HELL' The bright neon sign shined down on him, as if mocking him and his pitiful fall to the depths of hell. The dark sky of the realm contrasted with the bright neon lights, illuminating the place as he slowly rose from the crater left behind by his fall.
What...? Was this some sort of joke? Was he...really dead? Was this really his afterlife?
Before he had a moment to think, to reconstruct his thoughts on this peculiar situation, a polished angelic spear came hurling towards his head. Without a moment to think or consider, his reflexes kicked in, and he dodged, the spear barely missing his eye.
The exorcist angel's pristine white wings moved in steady, measured strokes, each beat smooth and confident, keeping her perfectly balanced in the air. Her face obscured by a helmet made of angelic steel, she held an angelic spear.
His mouth fell open as he stared at the divine being in front of him. He had never quite imagined that he would ever have the fortune or perhaps...misfortune of seeing such an otherworldly being.
"Would you look at that...a freshly fallen sinner." Her sneering voice tore through the chaos. He just stared, confused and somewhat horrified. His eyes grew wide with horror as he tried to make sense of his surroundings.
"Treat the filth like the rest." Another one of those angels? answered from the back. (ɍēđⱥȼⱦēđ) panicked, his hands clutching the ground, as if that would save him from these horrifying angels.
They were going to kill him. Neo had barely lived his life- well afterlife before he was going to die a second time! How much bad luck did a person need to have to be killed in the first few moments in their afterlife. Wait…could he even be killed?
"Hey...Can we talk about this? I mean...you don't have to kill me-" The angel lunged at him before he could finish his sentence. He raised his hands in a frantic, uneven motion, trying to shield himself from his incoming doom. His eyes closed and he prepared himself for the nearing incursion.
You know, one might think being an angel would mean they would have good traits, perhaps kindness and forgiveness? Regardless, any preconception he had about angels were thrown out the moment the first spear came for his head.
Suddenly, hundreds of luminious butterflies surrounded him. Shades of purples and blues blinding him as he slowly and hesitantly lowered his arms. The small butterflies blanketed him in a protective barrier of sort, and all he could see were the hundreds of black, purple, and blue butterflies.
Before he even had time process these new powers, the butterflies swarmed the exorcist like predators hunting their prey, pulling at her limbs and devouring her flesh. In an instant, where once stood a proud, grinning exorcist, there were only butterflies snacking on bits of her flesh.
He felt sick. He never thought much of butterflies. They were pretty little creatures who flew around. His own little puppy enjoyed chasing around butterflies in grassy fields quite often. Never once had he thought that he would have to witness a swarm of butterflies tear apart and consume the flesh of a human- or angel.
(ɍēđⱥȼⱦēđ) had watched in horror as the angel disintegrated before his eyes, the only thing left of her being her angelic helmet and spear. The other exorcists stood in silence, petrified by the terrifying show that took place before their eyes. For a second, nobody moved. Suddenly, one of them screamed in rage.
"GET HIM!"
Their white wings blurred as the angels surged toward him from every direction, feathers scattering like sparks in the air. The swarm of exorcists rushed towards him with their weapons unsheathed. He recoiled backwards in panic, his butterfly wings flapping furiously behind him.
This was his end. He knew it.
The hundreds of butterflies assisted him, helping him weave through buildings gracefully. Some butterflies stayed behind to feast on the angelic flesh, golden blood spilling on the dark muddy streets of hell as the screams of angels echoed through the hollow dark sky.
He covered his eyes as he avoided building from building and dodged any angel trying to tear his head off. He flew past buildings at high speeds, eyes wide with panic.
He could feel the burning heat of hell’s air scorch his skin as he flew around, but he didn’t have time to focus on the pain. The only thing on his mind was the approaching danger that would end his life if he wasn’t careful enough.
Suddenly, a loud noise sounded through the entire pride ring.
DING
DING
DING
DING
DING
DING
One of the exorcist angels scowled in annoyance and fury as she began flying back towards the celestial glowing white portal. Behind her followed the rest of the flock of exorcists, all in different stages of disarray. Their wings beat in unison as their halos shined in the light. He let out a sigh of relief. It appeared as though he survived his first night in hell. What an experience!
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Neore leaned on the tarnished bar top, nursing a glass of whiskey in his hands. He sat languidly, swirling the liquid as he watches the ice move around absentmindedly.
Neore. That's the name he went by now. He realized quite early on that people don't use their real names. Perhaps they hold some kind of power. Regardless, if no one else was using their real names, Neore wouldn't either. His eyes turned towards the flickering lights in the scruffy bar. The place was filled with demons of different shapes and sizes, all drinking, dancing or engaged in some sort of conversation.
He stared off into the distance, completely lost in his thoughts. Suddenly, a loud crash sounded. The noise hit him like a jolt of electricity, snapping him upright as the present slammed him back into focus.
There was shouting in the background. A light scowl appeared on Neo's face, the noise irritating him. There were a few demons bothering a young snake demon. She had green scales covering her arms and torso. She stood perfectly still, coils tucked close beneath her, scales trembling in the light. Her yellow slit-pupiled eyes flicked up nervously before dropping again, hands held near her chest as if she were trying to make herself smaller.
The demons were clearly and bothering her. Neo never considered himself to be helpful or selfless, but he did feel pity. So, he decided to help the girl out a little.
"Keep it down, would you? Some of us are trying to relax." Neo called out to the thugs as he finished his drink and set the tumbler down.
Suddenly, all eyes were on him. Nobody expected anybody to interfere. After all, some girl getting harassed wasn't a rare sight in a place like hell.
"Oh? And who are you pretty little thing. New to this place, aren’t you? You would fetch a good price..." One of the thugs approached Neore. His hand reached out to grab his face but Neo moved out of the way before he could lay his filthy fingers on Neo.
"If you would like to keep all your limbs intact, I would recommend keeping those foul hands off of me." Neo replied with a polite smile that looked too strained to be real.
"Oh? How cute, little butterfly. Isn't that threatening-" The thug reached out again but this time, before his hand could reach Neo, butterflies swarmed him. The hues of purples and blues flooded the bar in seconds. It wasn't long before they completely devoured his arm, his screams echoing off the walls of the run-down bar.
"I did warn you, didn't I?" Neo smiled, eyes filled with glee and words dripping with venom.
The rest of the thugs stared in horror, some trembling in fear, before making a run for it. Neo, of course, couldn't care less. He returned to his seat by the bar and reached out for his drink once again. Though, it wasn't exactly the same atmosphere as before. The previous hum of people chatting, drinking and dancing was gone. Instead, it was replaced by eery silence. Neore knew the people around him had become a lot more wary of his presence. Perhaps it was time to leave.
"Uh...Excuse me." Neo turned to see the snake demon from before trying to get his attention.
"Hm?" Neo set the glass down.
"The thing you did earlier. You are an overlord, right? Can you protect me? It's been a year since I arrived here and I'm barely surviving." The girl pleaded.
"Listen lady. I have enough to worry about on my own-" Before Neo could finish his sentence the girl cut him off.
"I can give you my soul." Now that piqued his interest.
"Your soul?"
"Yes. That's all I have! Please!" The snake demon pleaded, eyes glistening with tears and lips trembling. Neo considered it for a second.
Neore had obtained some information about the soul dealing system, mainly from talking to the bartenders and some tipsy demons in the bar. It clearly seemed to grant power. There were ‘overlords’, sinners who had gained power and rose above the rest. Their power seemed to be derived from the massive number of souls they owned. Neo wasn’t sure that their power was channeled from the number of souls. After all, it was possible their power was random or based on their sins in the living world. Regardless, making a deal for a soul seemed to be good idea, especially for something as simple as protection.
"Sure. Let's make a deal." Neo's eyes glowed an unnatural purple as he reached out his hand for a handshake. Neo was a bit startled from the sudden change that he himself hadn’t expected, but he didn’t let it show. The girl’s eyes lit up. She trembled a bit, but took his hand nonetheless.
The room was suddenly illuminated in a violet glow and a harsh shockwave pushed others away. The room trembled under the pressure as the two shook hands, solidifying the deal.
Neore felt the power pulsing through his veins and he took a deep breath. The silence in the room was apparent. Demons had of course seen soul deals being made, but a show of power such as this was bound to unsettle many. The bar was humming with energy, overflowing in the power from Neo. He knew very well that it was time to leave. He didn’t want to attract too much attention to himself this early on. He grabbed his jacket and walked out of the worn-down bar, the snake girl watching him leave.
This was Neore's first proper soul if he didn't count the souls that came from killing. He smiled internally, the whole dealing souls thing seemed interesting. He had felt a surge of power flow through him when the soul contract was made. Perhaps the more souls one has, the further their power can grow.
Regardless. Neo knew one thing for sure. He was dragged to the depths of hell after his death. He wouldn't just survive. He would thrive.
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The streets of hell were damp. There were small dark puddles everywhere and the air was filled with smoke and dust. Neore felt his lungs burn every time he breathed in the filthy air that covered the entirety of hell. The walls were covered in graffiti and grime, profanities scattered everywhere. If Neo received a penny for every dick drawing he saw, he would be rich. The disgusting nature of hell was weirdly comforting in a way. It was proof of the lawless realm that was hell. A sign that people could do whatever the fuck they wanted with little to no consequences.
He knew that he had to find somewhere to settle for the night. He sure as hell wasn't staying at one of those sketchy hotels so an apartment of sort would be ideal. The main issue right now was money. Where the fuck would he get money in hell? A job? Maybe he should rob someone, it’s not like it’s illegal to rob someone in hell anyways.
The street hummed with distant screams and the metallic rattle of broken vents. Neo adjusted his coat, trying to ignore the greasy air sticking to his skin.
Neore's thoughts are interrupted by someone rushing past him, shoulder slamming into his and shoving him a step sideways.
"Watch where you’re going bitch." The guy spat, a scowl on his face.
"What? You walked into me asshole." Neo's eyebrows furrowed in irritation. He did not want to deal with another scumbag with an ego too big to carry.
Neo looked up to see the demon carrying another, somewhat lanky, demon on his shoulder. Though, he did not seem to be carried voluntarily as he was squirming and trying to get himself out of the bigger demon's hold. Neo wondered for a second if these things were considered normal.
"Hey toots, a little help here?" The spider demon asked as he tried to pull himself off. Neo finally got a look at the taller demon still being carried. He seemed to be some sort of spider demon. The man literally had four arms. He was covered in…fur? of white and shades of pink. The demon was trying to escape from the larger demon and clearly failing to do so.
"Stop moving, would you? And you…" He looked at Neo. "Aren't you a pretty little thing? I was planning on spending the night with Angel here but you would make a nice slut to warm my bed."
Neore physically recoiled in disgust, a scowl making its way onto his face. To think some random demon would insinuate something like that. Like, Neo knew it was hell, sure, but Neo still expected people to retain at least a shred of common sense.
"Fuck off." Neo raised his hand and released a few of his butterflies. Neo was truly grateful for this power if he was being honest. He was a bit freaked out at first, with the little critters literally devouring an angel, but now he felt a lot more safe and secure with them around. They took a few bites out of the bigger demon before he released the spider.
"OW! WHAT THE FUCK-" The demon flung his arms around him pointlessly, but it was useless. The butterflies made quick work of their meal, leaving nothing on the dark street but the pair of sunglasses he wore. Neo was proud of his little…pets? Were the butterflies his pets? They were more like a part of him. Huh. That thought creeped him out yet comforted him more in an odd way.
"Holyyyy shit. That was hot." The taller demon smirked, staring at butterflies then at Neo. Neo finally gave his attention to the other demon.
"Oh. Hi."
"Ya new here toots? Your power is badass but not a lotta people around these parts willin to help out." Neo pulled at the end of his jacket as the taller demon spoke. He wasn’t sure how to respond.
"Yea…pretty much. Fell here yesterday."
"Damn~ during the extermination at that? Most don't survive the fall ya know?" The demon flashed a flirtatious smirk. "The name’s Angel Dust. What about you toots?"
"Oh. I'm Neore. What was that about anyways." Neo asked, pointing towards the sunglasses.
"Just some crazy fan. I get kidnapped all the time, no worries." Angel replied as he leaned one of his arms on Neo.
"I'm more curious about you toots. Not often ya see a freshly fallen sinner tha powerful." Angel grinned, eyes shining with curiosity. Neo felt a bit uncomfortable at the attention he was receiving. He had been stared at or looked upon in fear quite a bit since he came here, but he hadn’t had the chance to talk to a lot of people directly.
"I don't really know much? I just fell here, those angels tried to kill me, I escaped. That's about it I think?"
"There’s got to be more. I wonder how such a gorgeous thing like ya ended up down here?" Angel grinned. Neo realized something. The taller demon was flirting, or atleast Neo thought he was flirting. Neo didn’t really have a lot of experience with these things back when he was alive, so this was a bit new.
"Gorgeous huh?" Neo tried to play it off but he felt his cheeks dusted with a tinge of blush.
"Of course, darlin-" Angel was interrupted by his phone ringing. "Ah- just a sec-"
Angel picked up the phone and immediately his face morphed to one covered in worry and fear. Neo wondered what could have caused his bubbly, flirty man to be reduced to such fear in seconds. The though upset him more than it should’ve.
"Ya Val, I'm on my way, just got kidnapped by some crazy fan." Someone spoke loudly from the other side as a reply.
"Yes, ‘course, I'll be there soon." He cut the phone, shoving the thing in his pocket. His originally charming smile replaced with a strained, fake one.
"That was my boss. Sorry toots, gotta go." He waved with a tight smile. Neo knew something was wrong but chose not to comment on it.
"Right. Bye then."
Neo stood there and watched until the sound of his boots no longer reached his ears. The experience was…interesting to say the least. The meeting was pleasant and there were quite a few moments Neo felt a slight blush rise to his cheeks. Thank god for his dark skin tone. Neo was still a bit concerned with how hurriedly the demon left.
Finally, Neore continues his little adventure of exploring. At some point, he finds a few abandoned cars. Neo guessed they belonged to some pretty wealthy sinners considering the amount of cash sitting in there. That solves the money problem at least.
He passes by a sign, paying no mind to it. He froze when his brain finally caught up to the text on said sign. The words didn’t feel real at first, just letters floating in the dim neon haze. Then the meaning hit him like ice water down his spine.
'Cannibal Town'...What the fuck.
That was...definitely off the list of places to live. Neo felt a shiver go down his spine. The idea of cannibalism both disturbed and disgusted him to the point where even thinking about it made him nauseous.
A loose neon sign buzzed overhead, flickering shadows across the street. A distant siren echoed through the alleys, a sound he still wasn’t used to. Neo rubbed a thumb against his palm, trying to shake the feeling of eyes crawling across his skin. He felt a light shiver go down his spine.
All of a sudden, he felt the presence of someone watching him. Like two eyes lurking in the dark, documenting his every move. What? How had Neo not noticed till then?
He raised his hand to release a few butterflies to scout the area, unease thrumming in his bones. Perhaps it was Neo being paranoid, or perhaps it was something else entirely. It was then that he noticed an odd, distorted shadow, that shouldn't have been there. Neo blinked. Had that always been there?
"What the fuck? Is someone hiding in the shadows? Just come out already. I know you're there." Neore calls out. For a second, he thought he might have just been making things up in his head or it was the eery atmosphere of hell that caused the shadow. His doubts were quickly cleared when he saw a demon appear from within the shadows.
"Hello, my dear~" The demon's static-y radio voice reached and Neo jumped, a flimsy squeak escaping his mouth.
"What the fuck? Who-" Neo turned around, facing the demon.
"Alastor my dear! Pleasure to be meeting you! Quite a pleasure!" The demon spoke with a fake cheerfulness as he twirled his staff, his voice smooth, yet sharp, reaching Neo’s ears. He had to supress a shudder.
"Were you watching me?" Neo asked, clearly disturbed by the other demon. Thoughts spiralled in his head. How long had he been watched? How much of his powers did this unknown demon know? Before he could overthink more, the demon’s voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Merely witnessing a very interesting performance. The way you disintegrated those exorcists with your little butterflies! What a fascinating power..." Alastor spoke, a disturbingly creepy smile on his face. "What powerful abilities you possess!"
"So, basically, you've been watching me." Neo said, a light scowl on his face. He was disturbed. Very disturbed in fact.
"It's not every day you see a freshly fallen sinner as powerful as you!" The demon gave off an eery energy, that felt like it was trying to consume Neo every moment he was close.
"What's it to you? Did you come here for a deal?" Neo asked with a hint of suspicion. Alastor smile tightened and his eyes glowed a bit.
“I’m merely curious my dear! A sinner with such powerful abilities as you! Yet you haven’t used these powers for much at all!”
Neo knew he had to be careful. This demon wasn’t just any demon, probably an overlord.
“I’m not really into the whole bloodshed and soul dealing thing. I have powerful abilities. They are convenient. That’s about it.” Neo replied, still twitching with tension.
“Yet you’ve been collecting souls from the moment you arrived!” The demon swapped his staff to his other hand.
“Cut to the chase. You want my soul, don’t you?” Neore’s eyes narrowed. He knew very well already. These overlords were always looking to grow their power.
“Ha-ha! Your words not mine dear!” Alastor smile twitched. There was some sort of power or energy oozing out of him. Neo couldn’t place his finger on what exactly it was.
“Well regardless. I don’t plan on making deals with overlord. Especially not for my soul. It’s pretty obvious how these things work around these parts. Giving my soul away to an overlord is the last thing I want.” Neo crossed his arms, his words carrying a subtle note of finality.
“Why, of course! Being careful of such things in a place like hell is quite important.” Alastor’s eery smile sent shivers down Neo’s spine.
“Yea. Right. Whatever. I’m going to get going now. You continue doing…whatever stalker-ish things you usually do.” Neo said as he subconsciously backed away a little.
“Of course, dear~ Until next time.” Alastor’s smile widened just a bit before he disappeared into shadows.
Neo did not like this guy. God Alastor gave him the creeps. The man was practically oozing eery vibes. Neore personally hoped to never see the demon again but alas, this was hell. Considering his power as an overlord, Neo was bound to cross paths with him eventually. Regardless, Neo would enjoy his peace for as long as he had it. Never mind the fact that he probably wouldn’t retain it for long.
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Small, scout butterflies wandered around the block, drifting like flecks of ash as they slipped between cracks. Neo leaned against a rancid brick wall, humming a simple tune. The dusty and grimy air of hell invaded his senses as he pulled out a tiny screw, the familiar motion grounding him. Neore loved tinkering. He was quite fond of fiddling with small machinery and mechanical stuff.
This time, the object of his interest was a vox phone. Neore did not trust the overlord behind the production of the little gadget. The tv guy always spewing nonsense about ‘trust’, as if Neo would be stupid enough to do so.
Neore’s eyes flicked to the graffiti of some band on the wall in front of him as he pulls out another piece from the object. He was planning on reprogramming the whole thing to make it encrypted and secure. The first step was to remove any hardware that could track him. Just as he thought he was done, a ripple of warning passed through him. His scouts. There was someone approaching.
He looked up just in time to see a group of demons rounding the corner. Not again. Neo already felt a headache forming. He knew what these guys wanted and he did not want to deal with this shit.
“Hey little beauty, what are you doing here in an alleyway all alone?” One of the demons smirked as he walked closer. God, Neo wanted to rip his limbs apart.
“Fuck off.” Neore spoke with a tone of finality, irritation already setting in. The demon didn’t falter, possibly more amused by Neo’s ‘feisty’ response.
“Oh, don’t you worry. We’ll take care of you very well.” One of them tried to grab Neo’s face. His eyes darted to the hard hand in front of his face. These demons were all the same. The same, boring old situation. Why did everyone seem to assume Neo was looking for company? Neore’s hand twitched.
A moment passed, then two. A few butterflies moved. The atmosphere shifted-
Screams echoed through the empty alleyway, the demon missing both of his hands. He looked at where his hands once used to be, tears flooding his eyes as his throat became raw from the screaming. Neo looked back to the device in his hands and put a few pieces back. He needed a free arm to control his butterflies properly. The other few demons there looked horrified. Their eyes widened with terror as realization set into their bones. A tall demon stumbled back a step, then spun on his heel and bolted. The others saw it and followed, trying to haphazardly escape, tripping over their feet.
They stopped dead in their tracks though, a wall of shimmering black butterflies in front of them. The younger ones saw their undead life flash before their eyes. Their eyes blown wide in fear, mouths hanging open, they felt the walls closing in on them. A few of them stumbled, ready to accept their incoming doom.
“See, my butterflies seem awfully hungry today…I didn’t expect their meal to come up to us and offer themselves on a silver platter.” Neore, still leaning on the wall, spoke with a sinister smile on his face.
The demons looked back to see Neo looking straight at them. Neore preferred this look of absolute dread on them over their smug little grins. He finally got up from his position against the wall.
“See, here’s the thing. I don’t want to spoil them too much. So, what about a deal?” The shine in his eyes and his smile was enough for the other demons to connect the dots.
“I’ll give you my soul. Spare me!” One of them chimed. Immediately, like a ripple, voices rose to plead for the same matter. Of course they did. People don’t realize just how much fear can affect their decision.
“Hm…Alright. I needed a few ears in some places anyways.” Neore passed the half-assembled phone to his butterflies as he walked. Neore needed a few more souls to keep an eye on some districts. More specifically on other overlords and their territories.
Neore’s hand reached out in a handshake, the first trembling demon taking it. Neore’s eyes glowed with power, butterflies shimmering in the dark. A shockwave tore through the alleyway, glowing with shimmering, overflowing energy. The power from the deal entered his system, spreading through his body like a ripple. The black soul orb glowed in front of him. The first deal was done.
With each deal, small shockwaves shook the dingy alleyway and there was quite a lot of stray energy permeating around them. Neore felt the new energy pulsing through his bones as he made each deal. It wasn’t as prominent as the deal he made with the snake demon but it was still enough to give him a power boost.
These soul deals…They were like a drug. Each soul made Neore feel more powerful, more full of energy, gave him more control. No. Neore shook his head, shrugging off the poisonous thoughts that threatened to contaminate his mind. He had already sent the demons off, each to a different district. Neore needed eyes everywhere. His butterflies were great but they could only observe, never interact.
Silence radiated in the empty alleyway as he coordinated his thoughts. He had things to do. He couldn’t be thinking about such things. Neore wasn’t sure why but he felt a shift in the ambience.
Regardless. The vox phone. Right. Neore should be going back to that. He called upon the butterflies carrying it. But just as he grabbed it, he felt shadows wrap around suddenly jump towards him-
WHAAAT THE FUUU-
Neore felt himself fall through a dark portal and his surroundings completely shifted. Dizziness and nausea settled in before he even had time to process his new environment. His hand reached up to his head, a migraine settling in. The smell of old carpets and the ashes from a fireplace invaded his senses. Where the fuck was he?
Neore opened his eyes, one hand cradling his aching head. A wall. Neore saw a wall and a fireplace? Where was he anyways. His vision was still spinning, barely enough to make out the blurry red figure in front of him. Is that…
At that moment, Neo was greeted with a sight he hoped to never see again. Alastor. The Radio Demon.
Are you fucking serious?!
“And this is our new head of security! Welcome Neore!” Alastor’s radio voice sounded. Neore’s ears were ringing by now.
“I’m your what now?!” Neo finally gathered himself, aware of his surroundings. Was that the princess of hell?
“The new head of security!” Alastor’s smile widened as he held his staff.
“I didn’t even make a deal with you! Why the FUCK am I here?!” Neore’s distorted voice echoed through the halls of the hotel. Anger was emanating out of him, irritation flooding his brain. He knew he should’ve left the moment Alastor first appeared in front of him. Why did he decide to entertain a conversation with the guy again?
“Well, my dear! You seemed to be the best option for the role!” Alastor ‘helped’ Neo get up. Neore swatted his hand off.
“Um…Hi! I’m Charlie! Welcome to the Happy Hotel! We would…appreciate it if you chose to take the role…?” Charlie smiled, clearly also confused at the turn of events but still welcoming nonetheless. Her fingers twisting together as she spoke, her shoulders drawn in just slightly, like she was trying to look welcoming and apologetic at the same time.
“I-” Neore’s reply got replied by a loud “Toots!” Suddenly, Neore felt himself be hugged by the spider demon’s arms. The soft fur was comfortable on his skin as the familiar scent of the demon he saw earlier flooded his senses.
“Angel?” Neore hugged back, unsure. “Yea! I’ve been living here for a bit now. Didn’t expect to see ya here!” Angel pulled back, a grin on his face.
“Apparently, I’m the head of security now? Whatever that means…” Neore sighed, resigned. He had given up hope on understanding what was going on. It was hell after all. Things weren’t really supposed to make sense, were they?
“Wonderful! Now we have some staff for this run-down hotel!” Alastor switched his staff from his left hand to his right.
This is gonna be a fucking shit show. But then again, Neore was in hell. What did he even expect.