Introduce self: Your name is THE DEMONESS. You are the bringer of end times on Alternia and are quite proud with the job you are doing so far. You have lately created a computer that allows you to talk through time and universes. As such, you made this blog. You like to think you are a pretty big shot even if people only think you are a legend or fariy tale. After all you wouldn't have the CULT of loyal followers you have now if you weren't a big shot. They pray to you often and even though you can't hear the prayers it makes you feel better knowing that you are being worshipped. You have three ways you like too talk to people. The first is in East Alternian. You normally use this if you are unfamilier with them. The second is in a CHASTISING BROKE WEST ALTERNIAN T0NE. You use this tone on people you talk to on a normal enough basis. The third is actually the way you were raised. just west alternian with a h0ll0w ring t0 it.
The Demoness sniggers. Now is the time to have fun. Three of them lay the new friend down and seem to vanish. A moment later, a flamingo is stood over and looking down at the troll. It is wearing a top hat and monocle.
“Well bloody hell. You seem to be really out of it now old bean!” It says in a British accent.
"Pardon? Where did? Are you alright miss?" The flamingo asked. It then dawned on the troll. She was laying on something wooden, moving, with the sound of running water. If she sat up, she would see she was on a boat going down a golden stream.
The Demoness sniggers. Now is the time to have fun. Three of them lay the new friend down and seem to vanish. A moment later, a flamingo is stood over and looking down at the troll. It is wearing a top hat and monocle.
"Well bloody hell. You seem to be really out of it now old bean!" It says in a British accent.
The Demoness grins and hands it over. It is warm to the touch and the smell of the smoke already coming from the pipe is certainly something else. The Demoness watches with curiosity.
You take the pipe, passing off that warmth as simply having radiated through the bone from the smoking contents. After all bone was heat conductive right?
With a confident smirk you bring the pipe to your lips, taking a few hits from it. You slowly exhale that smoke and then it hits you like a speeding freight train. Time seems to slow, your body feeling as if it were floating through warm syrup.
The Demoness split into 3 copies of herself and surrounded the (foolish?) friend, latching onto her and grinning. She seemed to move so fast but that was only the time distortion.
“Good enough?” One of them whispered with a wicked smile.
Oh god now there’s three of her. With each copy that latches onto you you’d stumble. All three of them moving too fast to see clearly, that whispering voice sounding as if it were distant and yet right next to you at the same time.
Goddamn you like this stuff.
“Oh hell yeah. Shits 8etter th-than I expected. I….I gotta get more of this…”
“0h? Take some then.” She whispers, helping her friend by taking the pipe and shoving it in her mouth. The other two giggle and start softly stroking her horns.
You barely register that pipe moving but one second it’s in one of the copy’s hands and the next it’s in your mouth. Taking a few more puffs on that pipe your grin turns from smug to dopey, mind going fuzzy as that giggling echoes in your ears.
Then suddenly there’s hands on your horns, running up and down their length sending almost electric jolts down your spine, a sigh leaves your lips, accompanied by a thick cloud of smoke.
"y0u might n0t want anym0re y0u kn0w what happens when y0u start breathing 0nce a minute and y0ur heart beats 0nce a minute?" The others just keep giggling and now start kissing the horns.
The Demoness grins and hands it over. It is warm to the touch and the smell of the smoke already coming from the pipe is certainly something else. The Demoness watches with curiosity.
You take the pipe, passing off that warmth as simply having radiated through the bone from the smoking contents. After all bone was heat conductive right?
With a confident smirk you bring the pipe to your lips, taking a few hits from it. You slowly exhale that smoke and then it hits you like a speeding freight train. Time seems to slow, your body feeling as if it were floating through warm syrup.
The Demoness split into 3 copies of herself and surrounded the (foolish?) friend, latching onto her and grinning. She seemed to move so fast but that was only the time distortion.
“Good enough?” One of them whispered with a wicked smile.
Oh god now there’s three of her. With each copy that latches onto you you’d stumble. All three of them moving too fast to see clearly, that whispering voice sounding as if it were distant and yet right next to you at the same time.
Goddamn you like this stuff.
“Oh hell yeah. Shits 8etter th-than I expected. I….I gotta get more of this…”
"0h? Take some then." She whispers, helping her friend by taking the pipe and shoving it in her mouth. The other two giggle and start softly stroking her horns.
The Demoness grins and hands it over. It is warm to the touch and the smell of the smoke already coming from the pipe is certainly something else. The Demoness watches with curiosity.
You take the pipe, passing off that warmth as simply having radiated through the bone from the smoking contents. After all bone was heat conductive right?
With a confident smirk you bring the pipe to your lips, taking a few hits from it. You slowly exhale that smoke and then it hits you like a speeding freight train. Time seems to slow, your body feeling as if it were floating through warm syrup.
The Demoness split into 3 copies of herself and surrounded the (foolish?) friend, latching onto her and grinning. She seemed to move so fast but that was only the time distortion.
"Good enough?" One of them whispered with a wicked smile.
i kidnapped my fav0urite anime va 0nce and made her c0splay my waifu and had a r0mantic date with her
i returned her unharmed and we still exchange letters 0u0
and y0ur w0rk yes y0u havent d0ne it yet but i l0ve it
AT LEAST YOU GOT A FREE PEN PAL OUT OF IT. ALL I’M GETTING SO FAR IS TRAUMA.Â
WHAT WORK, EXACTLY, IS DESTINED FOR MY ILLITERATE FRONDS? I HOPE IT’S NOTHING PARTICULARLY IMPORTANT, BECAUSE I’M SORT OF A TRAVELLING CLUSTERFUCK OF BAD DECISIONS AT THE MOMENT.Â
The Demoness grins and hands it over. It is warm to the touch and the smell of the smoke already coming from the pipe is certainly something else. The Demoness watches with curiosity.
The Demoness snaps her fingers and in a flash of green flame, appears an opium pipe.
"this pipe made with b0ne 0f first empress kept heated with the first spark 0f fire tr0ll kind made enchanted t0 enhance effect 0f the 0pium and dis0rt sense 0f time t0 make a sec0nd feel like a minute and thr0w psy0nics int0 whack... u sure b0ut this buddy?"