starbear
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Assiah wasn’t so bad, he guessed.
The food here was better. There was music instead of the eternal screams of the damned, which was fun. And really, humans were just as nasty and evil as most of the demons in Gehenna, so it was kind of like being at home most of the time. He’d been here long enough that he’d mostly gotten used to it, and had largely assumed that he’d been forgotten by the upper echelons of Hell.
Until a messenger arrived.
The crow landed neatly on the balcony railing of his apartment, interrupting his nightly smoke break (the smell of cigarettes was another thing that reminded him of home, and he’d gotten really good at encouraging the habit in humans, too). It squawked noisily, then dropped a piece of paper in front of him and flew away in a feathery black flurry. He picked the paper up and scanned the demonic speech scrawled there: a promise of a warm welcome back to Gehenna, along with orders and a human name.
Well. That ought to be interesting.
It’d be fun to flex his corruption skills after so long languishing here - oh sure, he’d swindled his way into a comfortable life for a human, and he had no problem tempting whoever caught his eye into bed when the fancy struck him, but it had been a while since he’d really done a good old fashioned soul tainting. Maybe he’d gotten too complacent after so long here - maybe it’d be good to prove he still had it.
Oh, this was so on.
He’d settled on a human male for his form here on Assiah - tall, with dark eyes and hair that he wore stylishly long. His own name being unpronounceable by a human tongue, he’d settled on a human name at random and had come up with Tony Wolfe - ‘Tony’ after a human that he’d had a particularly amusing time with, and ‘Wolfe’ because the animals reminded him of a lesser demon he’d once kept as a pet in Gehenna. He walked with a casual, self-assured air as he headed out the next morning in search of the hapless human that was his ticket out of this realm.
The food here was better. There was music instead of the eternal screams of the damned, which was fun. And really, humans were just as nasty and evil as most of the demons in Gehenna, so it was kind of like being at home most of the time. He’d been here long enough that he’d mostly gotten used to it, and had largely assumed that he’d been forgotten by the upper echelons of Hell.
Until a messenger arrived.
The crow landed neatly on the balcony railing of his apartment, interrupting his nightly smoke break (the smell of cigarettes was another thing that reminded him of home, and he’d gotten really good at encouraging the habit in humans, too). It squawked noisily, then dropped a piece of paper in front of him and flew away in a feathery black flurry. He picked the paper up and scanned the demonic speech scrawled there: a promise of a warm welcome back to Gehenna, along with orders and a human name.
Well. That ought to be interesting.
It’d be fun to flex his corruption skills after so long languishing here - oh sure, he’d swindled his way into a comfortable life for a human, and he had no problem tempting whoever caught his eye into bed when the fancy struck him, but it had been a while since he’d really done a good old fashioned soul tainting. Maybe he’d gotten too complacent after so long here - maybe it’d be good to prove he still had it.
Oh, this was so on.
He’d settled on a human male for his form here on Assiah - tall, with dark eyes and hair that he wore stylishly long. His own name being unpronounceable by a human tongue, he’d settled on a human name at random and had come up with Tony Wolfe - ‘Tony’ after a human that he’d had a particularly amusing time with, and ‘Wolfe’ because the animals reminded him of a lesser demon he’d once kept as a pet in Gehenna. He walked with a casual, self-assured air as he headed out the next morning in search of the hapless human that was his ticket out of this realm.