Lucifer Morningstar

((I made a Loona.))

a cartoon character is laying on the floor looking at a cell phone . ALT: a cartoon character is laying on the floor looking at a cell phone .

"Yeah, this is I.M.P. Who the fuck do you want us to murder?"

((Which is why it's only going to be friends only, only friends can get in.))

((Imagine if I started a HH/HB VR Chat server for only friends so we didn't involve weird randos.))

"You can ask, I might not have an answer though."

"... It's only going to be a bit of mostly harmless fun. Sinners come back luckily so... no one should die."

He shrugs.

"... It's not something I do often."

"... I have my own tastes as well. Consent is... ehhhh. I think it just depends on where you are. A lot of bosses are assholes and if you sign a contract that's pretty much a 'you don't get consent because you signed yourself away' thing."

He stares at Blitz and follows through the portal, it closing behind him as the two emerge in the Doomsday District.

"... You are incredibly excited about me showing off."

((Fine. My Loona is soon. After work today probably.))

"... I don't know about the shared fetishes of you sinners, but considering the amount of varied movies a certain spider stars in... I wouldn't be surprised if it was a niche."

"Oh, please, if it was one of those two they would've already made themselves known."

He sighs and shakes his head.

"I don't know. Who would normally take your place?"

He shrugs, before looking back into the distance.

"There are certain things coming that I should be serious about. Mostly bad, if I'm being completely honest."

His cane manifests in his hand, as he leans on it slightly.

He stops for a moment.

"Are we discussing /that/ or not?"

"No. I'm sorry. I'm quite rooted in reality right now."

"... Wouldn't actually kill me."

He's still thinking to himself.

"I'm just thinking right now."

"Yes, King of Hell. Lucifer Morningstar. Charmed."

He gives a light chuckle.

"They could've all gotten together for that or... they share a fetish."

"... Then your boss has fooled you multiple times."

His hands go behind his back.

"Not surprised, this is hell."

"... Because some of you are really into certain kinks enough to name a day after them and call it a 'holiday'?"

((Hmmmm.

I do like grumbly accounts that might or might not be full of mostly rage.))

((ImpPutOnHold... but yes. I'm thinking about it.))

((I have a Loona on X, I know you've met her.))

He just stares blankly at her.

"... No, there's not, unless humans made it up. They make up a lot of Holidays for whatever reason. Or just lie about it."

((The urge to bring my Loona here is overwhelming.))

"... Hmm. I don't remember making that sort of day. I guess sinners took the initiative in that regard."

Time for the SUPER APPLE.

"... Why would Tuesday matter?"

He stops for a moment and takes a sigh, opening a red portal.

"Fine. Come. I'll show you chaos."

He stretches his neck out.

"We're going to the Doomsday District. And I'll show you a thing or two."

"... Why does your brand need /me/ to flip my shit?"

His eyes glance at the Imp.

"... And why do you?"

Soon.