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Clown isn’t scared of the other life members, why would he be? After all they all got themselves trapped in this demonic immortality game, meanwhile he was quite literally in charge of it, and there for his own entertainment.
Mmmmm, death, the thrill of watching his enemies life drain out in front of him. Clown almost started licking his lips at the thought of the blood splattering across his mask.
He also couldn’t help but feel like the others were a bit lacking in the intelligence department. They signed their souls away, to various different demons, for immortality. It’s the oldest trick in the book.
Though, most of the demons that got them into this mess weren’t a lot better. At least the ones sticking around in the the game with himself for entertainment.
He wasn’t telling people who he was but he certainly wasn’t hiding it. Yet his own servants hadn’t figured out they were attempting to play death games with their master.
Sure, he wasn’t wearing his ornamental mask, instead opting for his hunting mask, but the two were nearly identical.
They both had the same face peace, a white porcelain looking face, (in reality the mask was made of a far more durable material,) with a black painted on smile stretching uncannily far. Two, four pointed star eyes, and red cheek circles. The entire face was see-through from Clowns perspective so eye holes weren’t necessary. A red and black jester hat was attached to both hats, the only difference being that his ornamental mask had three points on the hat whereas the other one only had two. An extra gold point right down the middle, the ornamental mask also had bells on the end.
But other then those two differences they were identical, yet only one person in this game new who he actually was, Parrot, the demon who originally made this game, and Clown had to hand it two him, it was a fantastic form of entertainment.
However clown would be lying if he said it wasn’t a tad bit boring that no one knew who he was.
But two new victims had just been brought into the game, maybe they would be more interesting. Though neither of them were demons, so he highly doubted either of them would recognize him.
He was heading over to his first chance to see the new people up close, the two players new team were throwing some sort of banquet/party to celebrate the new arrivals. It was most definitely trapped, but Clown didn’t particularly care.
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Clown entered the big stone castle were the party was being held scanning his surroundings for traps, he didn’t see any, yet. And that was definitely a yet. 90% of the players were here, Clown was surprised that so many people were there, hearts would be exchanged tonight.
Clown did however spot the main player he was looking for. The tall brown haired man that had managed to figure out someone was stalking him. He didn’t realize it was Clown of course but it still peaked his interest.
Clown scanned the man over, one of the benefits of a mask, no one could see were his eyes were. The man was tall, broad shoulders tanned skin, deep blue eyes. He was very obviously built for running and Clown was fairly confident he was a fighter based off of watching him train. He was also sickly sweet, Clown could tell that by the way he talked to guests around him. This man would be interesting.
Would you look at that He was heading his way.
“Hi there, I’m Rek. Nice to meet you! This is the pail that I accidentally dragged into this death game with me.”
Rek pointed behind him at the other new player, who was currently occupied staring down Reddoons, couldn’t blame the guy. But other then that Clown was far less interested in him until he looked up at Clown.
Clown watched his eyes slowly work up Clown, growing more and more concerned as he went up. Understandable Clown was very intimidating, and very tall.
But then the man’s eyes landed on his mask, he paused, only for a second, Clown could practically see the gears turning in his head. Then the man’s face widened from concern and confusion, to pure horror. His mouth hung open slightly face twitching.
Clown licked his lips using every bit of his willpower not to let out an excited laugh as he looked down at this man and one thought filled his head.
“This man knew who he was. He knew he was the king of hell.”
Clown could barely hold back his excitement, “but how?” He thought. This guy definitely wasn’t a demon, Clown would know if he was.
“Maybe a Fae? He looked like a Fae.”
There was a pretty easy way to test that, and to communicate that he didn’t particularly want that information public.
“My name is Clownpierce, May I have yours?”
He bowed when asking keeping his eyes fixed on the man.
He could see his face sort of contort in response to the shear audacity to use the oldest Fae trick in the book, of course Clown couldn’t actually use the trick. He was a demon, he couldn’t use Fae magic.
“You can’t have my name but it’s Branzy, BranzyCraft.” Branzy responded clearly annoyed at the trick but very clearly still terrified.
“Yeah same, my name’s Rek!” Rek piped in the trick going straight over his head as clown raised himself up. He could see Branzy looking at the guy in disbelief.
“BranzyCraft.” Clown didn’t say it out loud but he rolled the name over in his mind. He was licking his lips that would be a very fun name to roll of his tongue.
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All different types of food was rolled out on the table, roast chicken, mashed potatoes, turkey cake, steak cut to perfection, pork chops, mutton, pumpkin pie. You name it it was cooked and on that table. He could see his teammates, Parrot, Ro and Spoke, their mouths were watering. Clown didn’t particularly care, couldn’t eat with his mask on after all, but he was far more occupied staring at Branzy. Though no one could see that. Too everyone else, it seemed like he was just looking at Vitalasy listening to his speech.
Clown couldn’t care less about the speech, honestly it was dragging on and on, but he was entertained watching Branzy attempt to look at him without looking at him. Why? Clown had no clue, what he wouldn’t give to poke around his head and find out what he was thinking. Alas, Fae minds were incredibly difficult to break into requiring physical touch.
Branzy was unfortunately on the other side of the table.
A couple players required Clown to do skin to skin to read there minds. That’s why only his pointer and middle finger were exposed, and that was the only peace of skin visible to anyone.
So Clown would just have to settle for staring.
It occurred to Clown that he wasn’t actually aware why Branzy looked like a Fae.
Fae’s were known to look, innocent, otherworldly, and obviously, stunning. If you were to describe Branzy with those words you wouldn’t be incorrect, but it definitely wouldn’t be your first choice.
Though Clown wasn’t sure what word he would use to describe Branzy, probably jittery, but that wasn’t really about appearance.
Clown decided it was probably the hair, it was milky white with purple tips, of course you would assume it was dyed however that would need to be a very good dye job.
Maybe it was his eyes the same shade as purple as his hair. Mesmerizing, Clown wanted to swim in the purple sea, maybe drown in it…
“Huh? What was- never mind.” Clown tried to shake the thought from his head.
It definitely wasn’t his clothes. He wore a purple t-shirt with a black vest on top and black fingerless gloves and gray cargo pants with a million pockets. Clown could appreciate a cohesive outfit, though it did kinda clash with his tattoo, a red and black arm sleeve of generic flowers. However Branzy was coated with Redstone dust, so maybe the clash was intentional.
Clown wasn’t the only one who noticed Branzys ink though.
“Heya nice tattoo. Looks good.” Reddoons said, the words slightly slurred. Clearly Red had drunk quite a bit of alcohol.
“Oh thanks.” Branzy replied staring down at it.
“Bit generic, no?” Clown chimed in. Hoping to get a little bit of a story out of him.
Branzy visibly swallowed. “Y-yeah… I got it when I was pretty young, I’ve considered getting it covered up with playing cards and poker chips, but just not realistic, ya know?” Branzy nervously smiled.
Clown could feel his heart flutter a little, wtf?
He ignored it the best he could and decided now was a good time to show off a little.
“Can I see?” clown said.
Branzy obliged, lifting his arm up clearly a bit confused.
Clown raised his hand up and started playing with his fingers, he saw Branzy suddenly jump and start squirming, staring down at his tattoo, eyes wide with confusion and a bit of fear as the ink on his arm started moving.
Clown played with the ink underneath Branzys arm for a little before letting it set in a new design.
A stack of cards in the front two facing outwards, the front an ace of arts and behind it a joker.
Poker chips flying in all different directions.
“Gee thanks…” Branzy practically whispers clearly in mild horror.
“Ohhhhh fancy pants wanted to show off some demonic magic huh?” Reddoons called out. “Yeah Clowns a demon if you couldn’t guess, So am I, a pretty powerful one too! Clown likes to keep his rank quiet but I probably out rank him! Pretty fun party trick huh?”
Clown was viscerally embarrassed about how this moron was somehow in his ranks, Manipulating ink was not something just any demon could do, that was another power reserved for the king of hell.
Though, he could barely hold in a snicker seeing the way Branzy looked at Reddoons. Complete and total disbelief mixed with a look Clown could only describe as something reserved for gum stuck on the bottom of your shoe.
Clown could feel his heart flutter again, why does it keep doing that?!
“Well,” Vitalasy stated. “I’m glad we could all meet our new players…”
Ah here it is, here’s the trap. Clown looked at his teammates.
Ro and Spoke were cramming food in their mouths as quickly as physically possible. Parrot looked back at him waiting for the up coming fight.
Clown put his hand on his scythe bracing himself.
“But I’m afraid I have to cut this short!” Vitalasy continued pulling a string on his chair. Suddenly TNT rained down from the ceiling.
Clown licked his lips as everyone jumped into action.
“Oh this is going to fun.”