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Lord Black Hat|Angel Dust

Black Hat did in fact hear that, he wasn't one for the porn industry but knew the New England, higher pitched accent from where he sat, every demon knew that voice at this point. But, he shook it from his mind, waving a claw in the air dismissively with his own thoughts and quarrels with the man.

"Yes indeed my Liege, I will call for there to be haste, until then I shall see you soon,' He chuckled, hanging up the phone and realizing in his chair, he had a day. He wanted to take the moment to enjoy this victory that felt so near his grasp. He took out a cigar and match, lighting the tabbaco encased item and taking a slow, euphoric exhale, letting it swim around his mouth and sloooowwly releasing the smog serpent. Yes, this was delicious. Simply, delicious.

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[Kirbyboo]

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The Underling

The second his clawed hand touched the fluffy white appendage it twitched and fluttered slightly.

It felt warm and thin from the cartilage, the fur soft as a newborn baby animal, not quiet the coarse, rough texture of deer fur like he was used to. The owner of the appendage didn't seem to awake at the feeling however, but a purr emitted from them when they felt him petting the ear. Whilst purring, their head in their sleep seemed to more closer to the touch, as if by instinct and their tail poking out from the sheets, feeling his hand gently of it's own accord. It wasn't curling itself, grabbing at him or anything, simply-resting on his hand, feeling the warmth whilst they emitted purrs.

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[Beleth]

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Amos

“Kind of you to see things from our perspective.” Amos’ tail around the spider’s leg tightened, the bottom tip of the heart pressing into the side of his leg, threatening to pierce flesh. “You will not be disappointed, Lucifer sir.”


“KING Lucifer,” the almighty one corrected abruptly after hanging up with Black Hat. While his mood wasn’t necessarily entirely dampered by the embarassing exchange, it still didn’t excuse the incubus’ overt demonstration of insubordination. “Angel Dust, do me a favor. Make sure your … assistant … here remembers his place. I’d hate for you to go back to being a solo act in Hell.” With a wave of his hand, the guards escorted the two males out.


“His lack of sexual indulgence is too clearly showing,” Amos commented under breath, “He almost spoiled his business exchange just now over the phone. Any longer and he’d have me kissing the grounds. Some powerful being he is.” His hands slid into his hoodie pockets, dragging black sneakers across the pavement with a certain stiffness. All this time and he hadn’t gotten a chance to change, either. “What show am I needed for now, Mr. Dust?”

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The Radio Demon

Reactions to his touch? How quaint. Alastor’s hand collapsed around the ear a little bit, squeezing the cartilage and taking in the bab-like features. He could most certainly use this in one of his stews if he so desired with how soft and delicate the strand was. Yes, it’d make for a fine add on into a sandwich or even a salad! Much akin to pig ears or tripe.


The Radio Demon took care to not stir the owner, watching to see what else would happen should he continue petting the hairs. For a moment, the purrs would have struck the stag as one of a feline nature, much rather than the deer like they themselves possessed to be. Deers were far more fun to work with over cats. Cats had a certain air about them that threatened to fight back if provoked. The princess’s lover … Vaggie, was it? She was most definitely a cat. His eyes flickered to the tail, trying to figure out what to make of it. Removing his hand, the stag returned to watching the being sleep.

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[Beleth]

Amos & Angel Dust --- TIME SKIP

 

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Lord Black Hat

Black Hat decided to stroll down to his trusted lackey....no..Assistant's room, knocking on the door with a light, rhythmic tuned tapping, cheery in demeanor almost.

"Flug, Good news. Find a suit and start packing, we have a business trip, then come find me in my chambers so we can discuss things,' He sounded to be in good spirits, almost as good as the time a mission of infiltrating the local animal adoption center to put spy devices into cats succeeded. "I have to give you the quick update on the situation and some tips of surviving terrain we will be traversing, meet me at my office as soon as you can'

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[Beleth]

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Dr. Kenning Flug Sylys

“No, nono, that isn’t right either…” Flug murmured to himself. His bag had been lifted considerably over his head, as if to focus closely at the personal experiment at hand. Even when work was finished, it never truly finished for a scientist; especially with so many solutions and resources at bay. He turned, scribbling some notes when a … cheerful..? Knocking notified him he was not alone.


“S...sir…!” The scientist jumps in place, oh so casually shoving his paper bag over his head to pivot around to find his boss grinning from ear to ear. He didn’t like it. From all of his time with Black Hat, the only time he’s ever been THAT happy was when he had ideas of his own — the most recent one involving cats and placing spy devices in areas he’d much rather not discuss. Once he’s calmed down and finished fussing with his lab coat, he tilted his head. “A suit? Packing? Sir, where are we going that might require us to …” Did he say SURVIVE? Where were they going, to Mars? Had his preposition for a space study finally been green-lighted!? If that were the case, far be it from him to argue.


Flug nodded rather enthusiastically, the next set of words dribbling out rather pathetically before he could even process it. “Does this mean I’m allowed to leave the manor to find a suit? I got rid of all of my good ones just a few years ago. I recall you telling me I’d never in my living days need one. In any case, I’ll be right over..!”

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The Underling

Their voice sounded of purrs softly for a while as they slept, tail gently laid still, a few tosses and turns here and there, but for the most part throughout the night they slept soundly for about 3-4 hours. The mewls and whimpers started up again at around 7 in the morning or so, their hand shivering and curling into an even tighter ball, tail wagging in a fervor, this lasted rather quickly, and a sharp, stiff movement of their legs, tail and even lamb ears could be seen. They laid there, their breath hyperventilating and they seemed to lay there still for a bit, muttering to themself softly.

"I-I where....o..oh-oh right,' They sat up, feet dangling from the bed and their tail holding their forehead, muttering softly as if collecting themself. "Man, never can go a night without a nightmare can I,' They got up, not seeming to notice Alastor and exiting the room, headed to use the facilities rubbing their eyes.

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The Radio Demon

It has been approximately 4 hours since Alastor sat down by their bedside. Quite some time for a cheeky little joke, he must admit, but it would certainly be worth it. 4 hours of the Author tossing and turning, as if running from something — in this case, themself. Having a night terrors the first 8 months in hell was typically the norm. For some, it may even last a life time!~ To worry about a demon having nightmares was about as logical as wondering if a fish will breathe water.


After a period of time, they fell lifeless, their breathing becoming more frequent and deeper. Had they finally woken up? The murmurs and whispers to themself confirmed the stag demon’s suspicions, taking in delight at their vulnerable state. Now how, pray tell, could he make this evermore delightful? The Radio Demon’s waited thus far for a good prank and by golly was he going to get it.


Alastor’s eyes flickered lightly with an idea, waiting for them to leave and taking his own towards the oversized wardrobe. Once he was tucked inside, lanky legs fitted into the surprisingly tight space, the stag closed the door but not before snapping his fingers lightly, the radio suddenly turning on in the living room without any physical presence of someone doing so.

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The Mastermind

The demonic debonair waves his hand at the notion of Mars, letting out a hearty, sinister chuckle. Oh the man thinks his little Mars fantasy was coming to fruition? No no the future had so much more to offer than a simple mound of rock billions of miles away. "Oh no no, there is a far better place that we are going. Well, better in terms of business opportunity-' His thought had been then interrupted by the notion of a suit-he did have a point.

His slivered pupil gave his assistant a one-over, seeing the atrocious state of clothing he bore. Indeed, a much more suitable attire for an occasion was needed, he took note of the doctors' due diligence, putting a clawed-index finger under his chin in thought. He does indeed remember saying that, perhaps he was a bit brash with the concept of never needing formal attire. Ah-no matter he could easily help the man find an outfit befitting an evil scientist...however the paper-bag on his head, well that could be saved for their discussion.

"We will discuss semantics and such involving your attire indeed, for now let's go to my chambers to discuss the matter,' He then starts to saunter towards his living quarters, hands behind his back and whistling 'Dancing in the Rain,' jovially.

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The Underling

They come out a couple of minutes later, mostly dried hands from washing and see the radio, tilting their head. They go to turn it off and chirp, squeaking. "Odd, must be a malfunction,' they murmur, looking about. "Huh, Mr. Radio Demon must have gone to work or something..I should ask him his name but I don't wanna seem rude, if he hasn't told me by now he probably has a reason' they noted the lack of his presence to themself while in front of the radio, struggling to figure out how to turn it off for a few moments, then headed back into the room., squeaking out a yawn.

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[Beleth]

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Dr. Kenning Flug Sylys

“A far better place?” Flug echoed, closing his edition of ‘Demonic Anatomy for Contracted Losers 101’. “Well, the only planet I could think of that’s better than Mars is perhaps Jupiter or Uranus but those two are FAR too advanced even with our technology!”


Nonetheless, he rose to his feet with an obedient salute, a palm reaching backward to shut the draw that possessed his recent source of inspiration. The smoke drifted from the cracks in protest but were quickly silenced as the drawer came to a close.


Black Hat’s never asked him to come into his chambers. Typically when an employee was told to come over, they were rarely seen coming back out. Though, given his joyous demeanor and talks of big plans, that could hardly be the case.


Without a second thought, Flug followed his lordship, red converse at refined shoes keeping a good few feet away from him.

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The Radio Demon

The radio flickers back on again as soon as they turn it off. Alastor took the microseconds to slip out of their room and into the shadows where their back faced. An everloving grin plastered onto his face, the radio seemed to have grown louder, the door to their bedroom growing further and further away.


If Ace were to look into the room itself, shifts and flickers of images resembling glitches, voodoo symbolism and white noise of a radio emitted from the region. A shadow escaped from behind them, only to stretch over, large claws hovering on either side of them.


They were finally awake. It was far too soon for them to even remotely consider going back to bed. No, no this wouldn’t do at all! Not only did they have work but they also had training that was going to take them the rest of the day. The early bird DID get the worm, after all~


And this bird was going to need more than a few worms.

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