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So, something to note, I've seen on the wiki that a Demon's Power can grow the more deals it makes.

Who in Worm made a lot of Deals like this?
 
ShieldCrown said:
So, something to note, I've seen on the wiki that a Demon's Power can grow the more deals it makes.

Who in Worm made a lot of Deals like this?
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Coil, probably. Also I think that his refusal to honor any of his deals could also add to his sin count, and Taylor meeting Coil again might just be a tiny bit concerning.
 
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    • Tithed_Verse said:
    So, @RavensDagger
    First: my feeling about the whole trap thing is unrelated to the mod decision.

    Second: I do not approve of of slurs, but people use them around me, and it's part of my job to listen to people. Frankly I wish I was allowed to tell people off for it. I'm not.

    Anyway I feel it's out of character for Vaggie.

    It's a fairly obscure term largely used on the internet. Vaggie doesn't really give off internet active vibes. She's also supposed to be Latina, and unsurprising the Latin community uses different slurs than the internet community.

    For this reason I feel like the slur Vaggie would be more likely to use is 'tranny' which is how I've actually heard Latinos refer to men with breasts. Especially in porn.

    Or possibly 'shemale' but I hear that slur much less frequently and I only ever hear the slur 'trap' online or in anime clubs.

    Angel dust, of course, is very much a man who happens to have acquired breasts, he uses male pronouns in the series.

    I just feel like it breaks my SOD a little for her to say 'Trap' as her slur of choice instead of 'Tranny'. That's all.

    Edit: Also I think Vaggie actually uses 'Tranny' as her slur of choice for angel dust in the actual series, and several other charcters also refer to him as 'Tranny'. So it's clear which is more in character for vizipop.
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    To make things clear to any potential future reporters, I think this is an allowable avenue of discussion if things don't devolve into relitigation of staff action or arguments about whether the term is/is not a slur. Carry on.
     
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    • Do you reckon Hell has Internet? I mean they have TV, and cell phones, so it's not a reach to think it has Internet.
     
    I wonder what music most listen to.

    K.I.S.S.? AC/ DC?

    Unless Hell is just bad acting and music..

    Alastor may have words to change that.
     
    RavensDagger said:
    My Internet speed at home is usually around 80kbps. And it disconnects frequently. I wish dialup was available.
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    80....kbps? Dude I am so sorry. My phone's net speed is 1-3 mbps on good days and I find that unbearably slow. How do you get anything done? Do you surf the net at work? I'd have ripped out my hair and thrown my pc out the window if I had 80kbps.
     
    Darth. said:
    80....kbps? Dude I am so sorry. My phone's net speed is 1-3 mbps on good days and I find that unbearably slow. How do you get anything done? Do you surf the net at work? I'd have ripped out my hair and thrown my pc out the window if I had 80kbps.
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    Why do you think I write so much? I can't exactly stream videos or play most online games (though my ping is generally really good, regardless of speed). Google Documents don't need good internet connections to open. Nor does Space Battles of Sufficient Velocity.
     
    This is wonderful, I love how Charlie's subconscious mind has clearly made the connection between Khepri and Beelzebub but her conscious mind is too busy being an adorable cinnamon roll to notice all the alarm sirens and neon warning signs her subconscious mind keeps waving around.
     
    RavensDagger said:
    Why do you think I write so much? I can't exactly stream videos or play most online games (though my ping is generally really good, regardless of speed). Google Documents don't need good internet connections to open. Nor does Space Battles of Sufficient Velocity.
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    What service *do* you use for internet? Just really slow/bad broadband? Hell, you might get better speeds tethering your phone.
     
    Neruz said:
    This is wonderful, I love how Charlie's subconscious mind has clearly made the connection between Khepri and Beelzebub but her conscious mind is too busy being an adorable cinnamon roll to notice all the alarm sirens and neon warning signs her subconscious mind keeps waving around.
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    I missed that. Can you point it out please?
     
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    Chapter Eight
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    • Chapter Eight

    Charlie turned to watch Khepri's face as their limo pulled up before the exhibit hall. If she was expecting wide-eyed awe, or gasping surprise, she was thoroughly disappointed. The only expression on her concierge's face was blank acceptance, an expression made worse by the two big red circles on her cheeks.

    "This is an event that's held every year," she explained as she squished her cheek against the window. Khepri might not be excited, but that only meant that Charlie had to be twice as excited to make up for it. "It's kind of a big deal. Sorta. Lots of important people. But not my parents or anyone like that. It's like... for the important people that still need to go around and show off that they're important. Not the ones that are so important that them showing up would ruin everything. You know what I mean, right?"

    Khepri blinked, her eyelashes fluttering because Charlie was the best at makeup. "It's like Alexandria showing up to give someone a parking ticket?" she asked.

    "I don't know who that is," Charlie said. "So the answer is maybe!"

    She giggled at Khepri's expression and turned to Vaggie who was rolling her eye. "It's going to be a few hours of us shmoozing and being schmoozed by some wanna-be big-wigs," Vaggie said.

    "That sounds rather dull, but I have participated in PR events before. What do you want me to do?" Khepri asked.

    "Just follow me," Charlie said. "I'll keep you safe."

    "Because you so obviously need us to keep you safe," Vaggie said with another roll of her eye.

    Charlie patted her girlfriend's leg. Vaggie always got extra snippy when she was nervous. Next she would start threatening people with conjured swords. It was best to reassure her early and increase her daily dose of hugs. "I'll be doing most of the talking. Or, well, people will be talking to me a lot. At me. Talking at me a lot. My dad's a bit of a big deal."

    The limo slowed down, and a bit of twisting around had her ready to stick her head out of the window to see up ahead. Khepri shook her head. "There are other cars unloading passengers ahead. We're almost there," she said.

    Charlie beamed at her. "You are useful to have around. Thanks!"

    Khepri shrugged the thanks away. "I'll do my best to stop any assassins and the like," she said.

    "Oh, no, assassins are a big faux-pas at events like these. If one of them gets caught and people learn that you sent them you'll be in pretty deep shit," Charlie said.

    "That's... good to know," Khepri said

    Charlie was bouncing in her seat by the time the limo came to a full stop and a valet opened the door for her. Khepri was the first out, bending almost double to step out into the flash of a dozen cameras that went off a little early. Then she turned around and gave Charlie a hand to help her out and did the same for Vaggie who smiled in thanks. "You're falling into the role really well," Vaggie said.

    "Thank you."

    Charlie smiled and waved at the news people and cameras and reporters and rabid fans, all of whom were barely held back by poles with velvet ropes strung between them. The flash-flash of flash bulbs and the screamed questions of 'who are you wearing?' and 'are they still alive?' made her ears buzz even as she looped her arm with Vaggie's and tried to keep her pace unhurried and dignified.

    The exhibit hall was a grandiose building. Three stories tall, with glass walls around the top two floors surrounded by balconies and a roof that rose into a pair of giant spikes that hovered on either side of an eye the size of a small car. It would occasionally turn around and stare at the people swarming around the building's entrance in a sort of weird metaphor about the observational qualities of art. It also liked spying through the windows of the brothel across the street. That was probably a metaphor too.

    They made it to the top of the short staircase at the front of the hall where a pair of burly men in too-tight suits glared at them before opening the doors.

    The moment they were within, the noise of the outside world was swallowed up and masked by a pair of traditional fiddlers in one corner and the low thrum of chatter from the guests walking around aimlessly across the hall. A few of the art pieces were making some noise too, but those were easy to ignore.

    "What kind of art is being exhibited here?" Khepri asked.

    "Oh?" Charlie said. She looked around, eyeing the beautiful oil paintings of people on racks, and the actual people on racks next to them. "I think it's called 'the joy of torture.' Don't worry about the people on the torture devices. They're orphans."

    Khepri looked less than reassured so Charlie explained.

    "A small fraction of a portion of the proceeds from the event will go to the owner of the local orphanages... Anyway. We should find a nice place to stand before we..."

    Charlie let her words sink into a low murmur even as her heart sank. She felt her smile go rather brittle as the first person who wanted to greet her came up and stood before her.

    He was huge, easily taller than even Khepri, and so burly as to have no neck and arms that were more like tree trunks than proper limbs. "Little Hell Princess!" he roared into her face, his one eye filled with an emotion she could only call angry glee. He buzzed his wings behind him and his lower body, which was little more than a long serpentine tail, slithered across the cold marble.

    "H-hey, Angry Ron," she said.

    The man roared and slammed a fist into the side of a passing waiter. The waiter squeaked and tumbled across the floor and into a waiting iron maiden which snapped shut. "What did I tell you about my name?!" he roared. "You can call me Uncle Angry Ron!"

    "Right, right," she said. She extended a hand to shake. "How are you, Uncle Angry Ron?"

    He grabbed her by the wrist and shook her entire body up and down a few times. "I am absolutely livid!"

    "So, nothing unusual, haha." She looked around for something to distract the man with, but everyone else was, perhaps sensibly, giving the cyclops plenty of room. "Where's Corn?" she asked. Angry Ron's lieutenant was a bit more level-headed sometimes.

    "He is getting skulls for my chair! It was insufficiently skull-y or throne like! This made me angry!"

    Charlie pressed her hair back down. "That's great! Maybe we can chat more later? I need to get something to drink."

    "Not some sissy drink I hope?!" He screamed.

    "No, no, proper, proper blood-mead is what I'll be drinking," she lied.

    Angry Ron smacked her shoulder hard enough to make tears spring into her eyes. "Good girl child! This makes me less angry than the other options! I will talk to you more later!" With that, he spun around, tail almost scything through her head, and slithered off back towards the tables at the far end of the room.

    "Well, he was in a good mood," Vaggie said.

    Charlie rubbed at her shoulder. "Yeah. I'm so glad I got to talk to him about the Hotel," she sulked. "Come on, I really do need a drink."

    "Who was he?" Khepri asked.

    Charlie sighed as they approached the punch table. She noticed a few more people aiming to talk to her. "He's Angry Ron. Not actually an uncle. And he's one of the biggest providers of alcohol in the Pentagram. He's actually kinda nice under all the murderous anger and hyperviolence."

    "I see," Khepri said. "Are you sure that assassination is wrong?"

    Charlie pat Khepri on the shoulder, then noticed someone braver than the others just nonchalantly walking over to them, a sly smile in her eyes. "Hello Charlie, Vaggie."

    "Hey Longshot," Charlie said with a genuine smile. The girl before her was nearly a head shorter than her, but carried a rifle as tall at Vaggie across her back, the barrel glowing and the scope flashing with high-tech displays. It would have looked high-tech if it wasn't also partially fleshy and maybe breathing a little. "How are you doing? I didn't think I would see you here."

    "Ah well, it's about to be the Purge, you know how it is. Lots of business all of a sudden, then nothing. I'm trying to drum up post-Purge work." She shrugged one shoulder casually. "How's your new friend?" She was eyeing Khepri, eyes glowing yellow under thick black bangs.

    "Oh, this is Khepri! She's my new concierge at the Happy Hotel," she said with a grin.

    Longshot's eyebrows rose up. "No shit? Nice to meet you, Khepri," she said with a nod, not even trying to shake hands. "Usually this is the part where I'd try to poach you for the Milkmen, but, ah, I'm afraid you don't have what it takes.

    "Hello," Khepri said. "What do you mean?"

    Charlie's smile grew a little fixed. "Longshot here runs a mercenary group that also sells milk. Milk that comes from the mercenaries. It's, um, an interesting business strategy."

    "Hottest milk in Hell," Longshot said before making finger guns at Khepri whose head was tilted to the side as if trying to make sense of the otherwise normal girl.

    "It's nice to see you again, Longshot," Charlie said. "You should stop by the Happy. Maybe stay for a bit. I just know that you're ripe for redemption!"

    Longshot laughed and shook her head. "You're cute Charlie. Call me when you need someone to keep the ruffians off your lawn." She reached out and pat Charlie on the head.

    She couldn't resist pouting at the woman's back as she walked off towards the buffet tables.

    There were others that looked ready to corner her into boring conversations, but Charlie had spotted someone nearby. "Look Vaggie, it's Bedlamb!" She turned to Khepri. "Do you want to grab us something to drink, I'm going to run over to talk to an old friend!"

    "Oh, joy," Vaggie said.

    She dragged her girlfriend over to the one person not walking around or sitting and chatting. Bedlamb had his horny head stuffed into a pile of fluffy white pillows that were well camouflaged against the fluffy white cotton covering his entire body.

    "Hello Bedlamb!" she said as she got up to her tippy toes and clasped her hands together over her heart.

    The sheep demon blinked a few times and raised his head. He inspected first her, then Vaggie, then dropped his head back into the pillows.

    "The boss is a bit tired," a reedy voice said off to their side. Charlie found herself looking at a demon so thin that his limbs might as well have been sticks, with a head absolutely covered in fluffy white hair that clashed with is green outfit. "I'm Spindle Lion. But my friends call me Dandy. But you, you my dear, can call me the farmer, because I want to plow your field."

    Vaggie was immediately between her and Spindle. "Watch it, you overgrown weed," she growled.

    "Oh hoh!" Spindle said. "How cruel. Shouldn't you treat Bedlamb's number one assistant with more respect. My dear boss donated those beds to your so called Happy Hotel for free if you'll recall," he said.

    Vaggle growled. "Don't you have any idea who you're talking to?"

    "A woman that ought to be sucking my reed, if you know what I mean!"

    Vaggie was saved from jumping at the demon's throat by Khepri's arrival with a tray covered in fizzy drinks. "What is going on here?" she asked.

    "Nothing," Charlie said. "I just wanted to say hi to Bedlamb, but he's... busy. We were just leaving."

    "Now now, don't leave yet," Spindel said as he eyed Khepri up and down. He smiled and wobbled closer to Charlie's concierge. "You're a cute little bug. Did you know that blowing a dandelion gets all your wishes to come true?"

    "Touch me and my bugs will consume you," Khepri said. Spindel laughed, then paused as the entire room darkened and a palpable sense of foreboding crawled across the room, as if every demon suddenly felt a spider clinging to the back of their necks. A deep, awful scent of death skittered in from every corner and the lights overhead twitched and flickered as if they were being circled by a swarm of moths.

    Khepri turned back to Charlie and Vaggie. "I have drinks," she announced.

    "Thank you, Khepri!" Charlie said even as she picked a cup from the platter Khepri was holding. She could sense all the eyes turning their way even as the oppressive feeling ebbed away. Most were fixed on her and the demon that was shaking like a leaf while backing away from them.

    She was going to have to talk to Khepri about the faux-pas of unleashing devilish powers in polite company. Though that Spindle person was very rude. She wasn't going to complain about the small break.

    At least, she hoped for a break. A presence smoothly slid up next to their little group and bowed. "Bonjours, mademoiselle," he said, voice tainted by a faint accent. Like French, but worse.

    "Um, hi," she said as she looked up at him. The first thing that caught her attention wasn't his appearance, but the scent in the air around him. It was a strong perfume, but enticing and sweet, like flowers in full bloom. Maybe, she thought, it came from the lily pinned to his smoking tuxedo's lapel.

    He was tall and rather plump. Black fur covered his entire body except for a white streak that was combed back along his head and that continued along his bushy tail. "Tu dois être Charlie," he said. "I 'ave 'eard much about you."

    He was very nice, very polite. Attractive even. She shook her head and smiled back. But of course, he didn't hold a candle to her Vaggie.

    "It's a pleasure to meet you," she said with her most welcoming smile. "And yes, I am Charlie. This is my girlfriend Vaggie, and our Hotel's best employee and concierge Khepri."

    "Enchenté," he replied with a short bow. "The damels 'ere are so different than those in my native country. But I am being impolite in not introducing myself. I am Heartbreaker. Truly, the pleasure is all mine."

    ***
    Look, a friend from the past!

    Some OCs provided by the Black Birds

    A huge thank-you to my Patreons for helping bounce ideas on the Discord and for encouraging me to post this monstrosity!
     
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