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towerofanimus2012-10-27 11:19 am
firstofthefallen) wrote in towerofanimus2012-10-27 11:19 am
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His Infernal Majesty
Characters: Lucifer and YOU!
Setting: Throughout the Tower and
Format: Whatever is good for you is good for me
Summary: Lucifer now looks like the spitting image of his very name, if the spitting image were a horribly mangled version of a little red imp. And he's out to do what the Devil's got to do: torment people and behave in the most cartoonish way possible.
Warnings: Slight body horror at Lucifer's appearance, dancing imp demons, getting stabbed in the butt with a plastic pitchfork.
[Floor 25]
[In the Tower there are few things quite as calm, or peaceful, as the meadow located on the twenty-fifth floor. True, it's rare that something is truly harmless in the Tower, or may not be concealing anything, but the sense of peace the floor can give off.
Well. That sense of peace is lost today as the area is engulfed in fire thanks to some handy application of magic. The flames burn close to the ground, engulfing what it can of the grass. In the middle of this mediocre inferno is an utterly hideous little creature. It's skin has apparently been removed, the body a red, swelling wound to give the mockery of it having red flesh. It sports a pair of horns on the top of it's head that don't seem to have been there quite right as they go sideways, and a long red tail follows him, although the tail looks like it could fall off at any moment. In it's hand the creature clasps a plastic pitchfork like you'd find for a dollar at a Halloween specialty store as he jumps and scampers oh so most sinisterly among the flames, cackling as evilly and overly dramatically as possible.
He is the Devil and this shall be his domain, dammit. He has work to do in torturing all the pathetic souls that wander the halls of this place. Of course in order to do his work he needs some fellow demons to follow his orders and has summoned them to him. Along with him in the flames are several little black imps who jump and squeal in the flames along with their master.
The imps are entirely harmless. A kindergartener with a good right hook could probably knock them out. But it's setting the scene that counts so much in striking fear in men's hearts, as far as the little "demon" is concerned.
If thisidiotic evil display isn't enough to strike fear into your heart, then surely the speech the little red creature gives will do the trick as he bellows and raves in front of the crowd of demons. It's hard to imagine something so small, the size of a ten year old, could be that loud.]
MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS IN INFERNALITY! COME! WE HAVE MUCH WORK TO DO AMONG THESE PATHETIC SOULS OF THE DAMNED! THESE PATHETIC, LACKLUSTER CHEWY SOULED FOOLS! LET US SPREAD PAIN, AND SUFFERING, AND SUCH MISERY THAT THEY SHALL LOOK UP AT THE SKY AND CRY OUT "WHY GOD WHY ME?!" AND FALL INTO DESPAIR WHEN THEY ARE GIVEN NO ANSWER!
COME! COME, LET US SPREAD TORMENT THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE WORLD!
[At least he's thinking big.]
[Around the Tower]
[Considering how many people are controlled by their costumes at this point, things are hectic enough around the Tower. Still things are about to get even more hectic.
Or at the very least more annoying.
It doesn't matter who you are or what you're doing. Doesn't matter if you're dressed as a hero with incredible powers or something simple and innocent. As you're walking around the Tower today there's going to be a moment where you're going to get a shock, like someone had just prodded you in the rear with a plastic pitchfork. Hard. Which is stupid of course because no one would do that.
Except someone just did. Behind you there's a mangled looking little creature, open red skin oozing and tail and horns ill-fitting, but smiling just the same as he holds his little pitchfork in both hands.
And then it starts screaming.]
Move! Move fool! To the lake of fire you will go!
Setting: Throughout the Tower and
Format: Whatever is good for you is good for me
Summary: Lucifer now looks like the spitting image of his very name, if the spitting image were a horribly mangled version of a little red imp. And he's out to do what the Devil's got to do: torment people and behave in the most cartoonish way possible.
Warnings: Slight body horror at Lucifer's appearance, dancing imp demons, getting stabbed in the butt with a plastic pitchfork.
[Floor 25]
[In the Tower there are few things quite as calm, or peaceful, as the meadow located on the twenty-fifth floor. True, it's rare that something is truly harmless in the Tower, or may not be concealing anything, but the sense of peace the floor can give off.
Well. That sense of peace is lost today as the area is engulfed in fire thanks to some handy application of magic. The flames burn close to the ground, engulfing what it can of the grass. In the middle of this mediocre inferno is an utterly hideous little creature. It's skin has apparently been removed, the body a red, swelling wound to give the mockery of it having red flesh. It sports a pair of horns on the top of it's head that don't seem to have been there quite right as they go sideways, and a long red tail follows him, although the tail looks like it could fall off at any moment. In it's hand the creature clasps a plastic pitchfork like you'd find for a dollar at a Halloween specialty store as he jumps and scampers oh so most sinisterly among the flames, cackling as evilly and overly dramatically as possible.
He is the Devil and this shall be his domain, dammit. He has work to do in torturing all the pathetic souls that wander the halls of this place. Of course in order to do his work he needs some fellow demons to follow his orders and has summoned them to him. Along with him in the flames are several little black imps who jump and squeal in the flames along with their master.
The imps are entirely harmless. A kindergartener with a good right hook could probably knock them out. But it's setting the scene that counts so much in striking fear in men's hearts, as far as the little "demon" is concerned.
If this
MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS IN INFERNALITY! COME! WE HAVE MUCH WORK TO DO AMONG THESE PATHETIC SOULS OF THE DAMNED! THESE PATHETIC, LACKLUSTER CHEWY SOULED FOOLS! LET US SPREAD PAIN, AND SUFFERING, AND SUCH MISERY THAT THEY SHALL LOOK UP AT THE SKY AND CRY OUT "WHY GOD WHY ME?!" AND FALL INTO DESPAIR WHEN THEY ARE GIVEN NO ANSWER!
COME! COME, LET US SPREAD TORMENT THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE WORLD!
[At least he's thinking big.]
[Around the Tower]
[Considering how many people are controlled by their costumes at this point, things are hectic enough around the Tower. Still things are about to get even more hectic.
Or at the very least more annoying.
It doesn't matter who you are or what you're doing. Doesn't matter if you're dressed as a hero with incredible powers or something simple and innocent. As you're walking around the Tower today there's going to be a moment where you're going to get a shock, like someone had just prodded you in the rear with a plastic pitchfork. Hard. Which is stupid of course because no one would do that.
Except someone just did. Behind you there's a mangled looking little creature, open red skin oozing and tail and horns ill-fitting, but smiling just the same as he holds his little pitchfork in both hands.
And then it starts screaming.]
Move! Move fool! To the lake of fire you will go!
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You did not.
You did not just burn the meadow.
Naoki is pretty sure this is due to the infliction everyone is having but dude that is the freakin' meadow! You can't just burn it even if you're under a spell! Especially if you are under a spell.
He is already marching over there, cracking his knuckles.]
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And so the Antichrist has arrived! Come, come my child! We have much work to do and the souls to stoke the fires won't come to us!
[Yeah. Just kind of either ignoring the knuckle cracking or misinterpreting it right now Naoki.]
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I mean, if the bright red devil costume didn't give him a clue something was wrong with you in the first place, right?]
...
[One of the imps comes too close to him and tries to poke at him, so he kicks it into the fire.]
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Lucifer claps his hands, cackling in delight at the sight of Naoki's "cruelty".]
Well done! Well done! Of all of them I knew you would understand most of all!
Come! You shall lead the charge as we grab all those here by the scruffs of their necks and drag them into everlasting hellfire!