A husk of a former self

An ask/rp blog for Husk, Husker (Overlord). blog run by Unofficialuser. 《Status: Living》 《Sexuality: Pansexual》 M!A: None. icons made by Mod Amethyst. nsfw and heavy topics is allowed here so i suggest minors to blacklist tags like "not sfw"

[nastrond-and-valhalla]

Event: Spreading Illness

*An angel falls into Hell. The denizens surrounds the impact Crater where the angel emerges. The Angel looked.....weird. Their usual pastel colors looked duller and faded, they had black spots around their body and they looked like they had the worst kind of flu this season. The doctors took the Angel to the hospital for examination due to the rarity of any illnesses in heaven. Little did they know, that this ailment would spread. Weeks later, sections of Pride have become quarantined off from the rest. The quarantine sections have sinners and hellborns alike suffering from the same illness as the angel that fell from heaven. Dulled colors, black spots around their body, and suffering from something similar the flue but worse. Things are looking bad. What can one do during such a pandemic?*

@thepersonaking56 @oddblogfullofoddmuses @bartender-husk

@little-miss-succubus @infernal-femicide @exorsinned

[bartender-husk]

Husk watched the news about the illness spreading quickly through Hell, his expression unreadable as he just drinks from a bottle of alcohol, downing it before grumbling and now shifted towards the window, checking the state of the area around the hotel. Cursing under his breath.

[kamon-of-hope]

Event: Victim

TW: Explores themes of SA, violence, and drug addiction.

*You were minding your own business as you walked down the empty city streets at night until someone ran past you.*

".......!!!" *The girl continues to run, not even to catch the breath she was clearly out of. Just then, you hear someone shout to you.*

???: "Stop her!" *A guy in gaudy clothes with some men in black running past you, one of them pushing you to the ground and nearly running over you. Just what was that about?*

@bbgbtch @ask-the-ultimate-cosplayer @bartender-husk @class-105 @tobys-multiverse-official

[bartender-husk]

Clearly confused at the situation, he stands back up to dust himself then looked at the guys chasing after her, oh no, not on his watch he thought to himself and runs after them in a hurry. It was obvious the girl was in danger and he was going to help.

"Hey! The hell is going on!?" He of course wanted answers too.

[kamon-of-hope]

Gaudy looking man: "Trying to stop her from getting herself killed!" *So he claims, but she didn't seem anymore suicidal than her pursuers looked untrustworthy.*

[bartender-husk]

"...Uh-huh." He didn't seem to trust what they were saying, at least is skeptical about it. "You're chasing her around for that? She doesn't look suicidal."

[kamon-of-hope]

Event: Victim

TW: Explores themes of SA, violence, and drug addiction.

*You were minding your own business as you walked down the empty city streets at night until someone ran past you.*

".......!!!" *The girl continues to run, not even to catch the breath she was clearly out of. Just then, you hear someone shout to you.*

???: "Stop her!" *A guy in gaudy clothes with some men in black running past you, one of them pushing you to the ground and nearly running over you. Just what was that about?*

@bbgbtch @ask-the-ultimate-cosplayer @bartender-husk @class-105 @tobys-multiverse-official

[bartender-husk]

Clearly confused at the situation, he stands back up to dust himself then looked at the guys chasing after her, oh no, not on his watch he thought to himself and runs after them in a hurry. It was obvious the girl was in danger and he was going to help.

"Hey! The hell is going on!?" He of course wanted answers too.

[bartender-husk]

If you had met Angel when you were still an overlord, do you think you would've had a soft spot for him, or do you think you would have just been another abuser?

"If i had still been an Overlord, huh? Hmm... That's a difficult question." He stared at an empty bottle. "Hard to say honestly but..." He trailed off for a moment. "I hope i'd still have had a soft spot for him, Angel wouldn't need another abuser in his life."

[stella-goetia]

Event: Slashers (The Purge)

Halloween wasn't the only fun the Goetia family celebrated. No, they had far more... ravenous appetites than just that of candy. It was a little-known fact that, in the Goetia territory, for one night a year, they could commit any crime they wished, without consequences. Not to mention, as descendants of fallen angels, they were expected to engage in the Exterminations as well, despite their immunity. Perks of being demon royalty, perhaps.

And that night had come, finally. Stella donned her beloved mask with the glowing pink accents, although it did little to hide who she was. She was awfully difficult to miss. But nevertheless, with her Carmine-tipped rifle in hand, she took her aim at a nearby sinner, just barely in her territory... and fired. The body fell to the floor, as though it had never been upright.

She took out a few more sinners and Hellborn alike. Okay, maybe they weren't ALL in her territory technically, but nothing a little bribery couldn't fix if she were ever to be caught, instead sending the servants to drag the corpses onto her property.

And unfortunately for you, you happened to just barely set foot in her territory... and she set her sights on you. She lifted her rifle, and took her aim...

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@bartender-husk (I'm soooo sorry I tagged you in literally all of these events but I haven't been in the rp community for a whileee...) @nastrond-and-valhalla

[bartender-husk]

Feeling the danger, his instincts immediately telling him he was in danger made him quickly take flight into the air and started flying around to make himself a harder target to hit, his eyes darting around to see if he could find the shooter trying to shoot him down.

[stella-goetia]

"Ohhh, eager to play, aren't we?" she taunts, deciding to instead come out of the palace as a whole. She's probably well aware of Husk is, both as a former overlord himself and as a companion to Alastor now, but... well, she's also wayyyyy more powerful than any overlord. So it isn't like she really has anything to fear there. "Hmm... Keen instincts, powerful wings... It's almost enough to make me want to keep you alive. Almost," she croons. But now that she's fully visible, that also gives Husk a decent enough chance to fight back or try to escape. She's just one woman after all... right?

[bartender-husk]

Husk realizing who she was knew she was very powerful, trying to think of his chances of escape.

"And a Happy Halloween to you too." His tone was sarcastic, he was hoping to at least find a way out of his perdicament knowing Alastor can't save him here. "What's with the sport of killings?" He hoped to get her distracted with talking, trying any strategy to escape.

[stella-goetia]

"Well, your kind aren't exactly useful for much, hm?" Stella croons. In truth, she just has... a lot of pent-up anger. She was a child bride with no control over her life, had to get pregnant and have a baby with a man she barely knew, let alone loved, and was expected to do it all while maintaining the image of perfection. Anybody would be angry. It doesn't justify her actions at all, but it's definitely an explanation for them. She asserts power over anyone she can because of how little she truly had over her own life. "Now then, are you going to be a good little kitty cat and take the bullet in the heart or the brain? Or... will I have to get more creative as a hunter?"

[bartender-husk]

He rolled his eyes at her words, he clearly wasn't just going to sit still and take a bullet, he isn't that suicidal. "Miss, do you maybe... Need someone to talk to? I can lend a listening ear if you need to vent." He offered as he could see there was a lot of pent up anger there. Her situation probably not fully known to everyone in Hell, had anyone ever just taken the time to hear her out he wondered.

[stella-goetia]

"'Vent'?" Stella scoffs. She doesn't know Husk, after all, and she wouldn't really feel comfortable sharing anything with him. "And why would I trust you with such information?" He's gotten her attention, at least... for now.

[bartender-husk]

"Okay that's... Fair." He can't blame her for being distrustful of sharing personal struggles with him considering they have never spoken once until now. "Well for one, i'm not the type to go around spilling secret, i can assure you it's safe with me." He is usually one who is good at keeping those things safe, he's a bartender so he got experience. "I'm a stranger but maybe... It wouldn't be so bad for someone to hear you out for once?"

[stella-goetia]

Stella thought for a moment, and sighed. "I suppose it wouldn't be the... worst thing. But not here. Definitely not here." She turns and starts heading back toward the palace, expecting Husk to follow her. Not that she'll really bother chasing if he doesn't. She'll probably just try and shoot him again.

[bartender-husk]

Husk sighed and followed behind her, his guard still up but maybe it was his chance to get to know what's going on with the royals.

"Fair enough, wouldn't want to take it out in the open."

[stella-goetia]

Stella leads Husk into the palace, and into a room absolutely full of angelic weapons of various kinds, hanging her rifle up as though it were normal. To her, this is a yearly sport, after all. She scoffs, turning to an imp carrying a silver tray. "Go fetch us some tea, Lydia. A nice chamomile will do," she orders, trying her best to seem both commanding and "perfect". The imp maid bows and scurries off to obey Stella's command.

She turns back to Husk, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. "I trust that that's to your liking? I wouldn't have any... catnip lying around," she taunts, her voice half mocking, a sign that even now, she still hasn't let her guard down completely. She's watching Husk's behavior closely for any signs of deceit, knowing full well Alastor's status can't save him should she decide to lash out, as she both outranks and outpowers him easily. She's a Goetia, after all.

"So why is it you really want to speak with me? Nobody would dare demand to be spoken to by a demon of my caliber unless they were desperate," she half-snarls, as though she sounds bitter because of it. But... girl, you were literally just holding him at gunpoint?

[bartender-husk]

"Sure, chamomile is fine." He wasn't going to argue with her for now, he prefered to keep himself at as good of a term he could get on with her. He watched the imp scurry off and noted her behaviour. "I don't need catnip to be satisfied. Though i prefer alcohol." He admits, this wasn't him requesting alcohol instead though, just a passing comment.

"Well for starters you were shooting at me so i was pretty desperate." Points for honesty at least. "And you seemed like you needed someone to talk to."

[gracebcrn]

Event: Slashers (Pet Sematary)

Art by @MI00M10 on Twitter! Not mine!

It had been mere days since the Angel of Joy fell. And not just from Heaven. While she had thrived on the joy in Heaven, the misery she now knew of Hell caused her strength to wane day by day, until eventually, the star went out, and could rise no more.

Sera had spared no liberties, of course. Emily was given the finest funeral Heaven could offer, with several crying and toasting to her inherent goodness, to the belief she had always had that people could be better than their circumstances. But there was also... something she didn't mention.

She knew of an ancient burial ground, once cursed by the Root Of All Evil, herself. It would bring the dead back... but at a cost. And most often found the price too high to pay.

But Sera was desperate to have her little sister back. And so, when Emily reappeared in Heaven as though nothing had happened, you could tell that something was chillingly off about the resurrected Angel of Joy. Something sinister. Something that clearly didn't belong.

Though Sera went about with Emily at her side like nothing had happened, preaching to all of Heaven about this "miracle". But truthfully... Emily looked mentally distant. Drained, even. Like she wasn't even paying attention, although she kept that same sweet smile on her face. Something wasn't right...

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@bartender-husk @nastrond-and-valhalla @unknown-ultimates

[bartender-husk]

As he went about his day, something felt wrong, eerie so... He couldn't quite put his finger on it as he stared up at the pentagram in the sky, almost like he could tell something was coming and it wasn't anything good.

[gracebcrn]

It didn't take long for Emily to make her way to Hell, returning to the misery that had first cost her her life. And there's just something... off, about her. No life behind her smile. But unlike Alastor or Valentino, who earn fear with their brutish actions, Emily just seems... creepy. Even her gait is weird, as though her body is just being puppeteered by someone— or something— else. "Hiiii~. Husk, right? Hehe... Nice to meet you," she says. There's nothing outwardly wrong with her words or tone, but something here just isn't right.

[bartender-husk]

Husk backed away slightly, as if put off by the strange eerie feeling she was giving off. "Yeah? That's me. Do i know you?" Right, he hasn't met Emily yet but she definitely knew him, he could gather that much. "Nice to meet you too."

[gracebcrn]

She smiles, but with Husk's time spent with Alastor, he would likely notice how strained it truly appeared. "I'm Emily. Charlie's... friend?" She takes a step closer for each step Husk takes back, like a predator stalking its prey. Not only that, she's giving off... a really foul smell that Husk, again due to working with not just Alastor, but Niffty, might recognize as the scent of decomposition. Death. "Charlie's told me soooo much about you." Not only that, her voice is super... monotone. Not at all like the joyful angel Charlie knew.

[bartender-husk]

He narrowed his eyes at her, catching the smell made him realize he might not be dealing with a living person any longer.

"Emily... She spoke about an angel friend before." There's no doubt Charlie would because Emily was the only one standing up beside her. "Oh has she now? Like what?" His guard still up, not taking his eyes off her even for a second.

[gracebcrn]

Emily nodded. "Hehe, that's me~..." She thinks for a moment about what to say, since there's probably a decent deal. "Like... that you love to drink... that you hate people... and that you're trapped in a soul deal, but that your owner is 'chill', if a little spooky..." Ah, right. Charlie would have no reason to believe Alastor is cruel toward Husk, she wasn't around to see it. And "hate people" is likely a reference to Husk's usual gruffness, but even then, likely not Charlie's exact words.

[bartender-husk]

"Well i wouldn't call it hate exactly but... Maybe grumpy?" At least he's self aware of his own gruff behaviour towards others. "Uuhh... Right, chill... Let's call it that. What are you doing down here exactly?" He's curious about what Emily could possibilly want down here. Especially if he's truly dealing with someone already dead.

[gracebcrn]

"Isn't it the same?" Emily asks, her voice almost mockingly sweet. Then she lets out a dull giggle, a fly landing literally on the surface of her eye before she blinks it away, yet another sign of something... rotting. Flies are decomposers, after all. "I wanted to meet you all... After so long, we can be friends..." she insists, although instantly the idea of what it might mean to be her "friend" is a little alarming...

[bartender-husk]

He's definitely starting to get really creeped out as the hair on his body started standing up when a cat puff themselves up. "Uh... That's nice." He was trying to keep himself calm for now. "What does being your friend come with?" He knows to ask of course.

[morningstar-eclipsed]

Event: Slashers (Carrie)

It was no secret that the Princess of Hell was a laughingstock. Nobody believed in her, in redemption... not even her own father. But finally, she found a glimmer of hope, when Katie Killjoy invited her back onto the show to discuss her project in full.

She was overjoyed! Practically buzzing, she invited you! She had also invited Vaggie, Husk, Alastor, Niffty, Angel Dust, Cherri... but each had their own plans, with the exception of one familiar "this face was made for radio". But that did nothing to dull her excitement!

As she stepped into the frame, she sat down at the chair with you behind the scenes to cheer her on and act as emotional support, clutching her script close. She had barely gotten out a full sentence. when it happened. "Hello, everyone! I'm Charlie Morningstar, and I'm back to discuss the Hazbin Hotel and my plans for redemptio-"

SPLAT!

The Princess found herself soaked in blood, her eyes widening with shock and horror, along with clear revulsion. She looked like she would either pass out or throw up, and Katie Killjoy began laughing. Laughing at her.

Tears fell down Charlie's face as she fought to keep her composure, but you, frozen in horror, could see her slowly breaking down... as Katie Killjoy began broadcasting her humiliation over the room as well. Bad enough that it was on live television, but now? Charlie had to see it. And so could everyone watching.

"Dove's blood for such a heavenly widdle pwincess," Katie crooned. And you could see in real time as something inside Charlie snapped.

"ENOUGH!" she roared, and a light fell from the ceiling, smacking Katie Killjoy. As Tom Trench ran to check her pulse, he was appalled to find nothing. Charlie is half-angel, after all. Enough for her rage to prove lethal now that she's lost it.

She turned to the audience. "You all think I'm just some naive little fool, don't you?! Some jolly, happy idiot?!" she screamed, her horns starting to emerge as her eyes shifted to appear more demonic.

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@unknown-ultimates @nastrond-and-valhalla @bartender-husk

[bartender-husk]

Husk in desperation as he saw the whole thing happen in horror, he flew over to try calming Charlie with a clear worried expression on his face, etched in concern for the Princess.

"Charlie, look at me. Hey." His tone was a bit panicked. "Don't let them get to you. It's going to be alright."

[morningstar-eclipsed]

"YOU! Did you know about this?!" Charlie demands, her rapidly fracturing mind desperately trying to make sense of this. In her mind right now, the entire world is against her, and are therefore the enemy. But once Husk started talking, she seemed to relax at least a little.

"I-I just... why...?" she pleaded, desperate to understand why someone would want to do this to her, when all she wants is to help others.

[bartender-husk]

Husk took a deep breath and carefully approached her with a grim expression.

"No i had no idea... If i did i would had been here sooner." He sighed and tried to think of how to word things. "Sometimes... People are cruel, you didn't do anything wrong."

[morningstar-eclipsed]

"Maybe... Maybe this is a sign there's no redemption waiting here..." Oh dear. This is especially tragic when you realize that she knows Pentious is in Heaven now. But now, she's... giving up? On everything?

[bartender-husk]

"Woah woah, what?" This obviously shocked the guy, she was just giving up? Just like that? "You... Can't just give up Charlie, not now that you have come this far."

[morningstar-eclipsed]

"Why can't I, if it was all for nothing?" Charlie snaps, her tone much more... short with Husk than she normally would be. But then again, she's already been pushed to her breaking point. "If nobody will ever see me as anything more than a happy little fairytale addict, then maybe it's time I started acting like the Princess of Hell they want to see."

[bartender-husk]

"Alright... Let's take a deep breath. You don't have to go that far, you can... Prove them wrong." He was trying to find ways to help her gain her faith back but knew it wasn't going to be easy. "I know you aren't just a happy go-lucky girl but you have seen changes in Angel, haven't you?"

[morningstar-eclipsed]

"...You think I can still salvage this?" she manages to grit out, her tone wary, clearly searching for any sign of insincerity. "And Angel? What if Angel is acting? He's so insistent that he's an 'actor'." Oh wow. No hiding the disdain even for her friends, since after all, Angel is very vocal about not believing in her plans.

[bartender-husk]

"Angel may be an actor but he's a good guy deep down." Of course he wants to believe in Angel. "I think you can salvage it." He was being honest but knew Charlie was currently feeling on edge.

[morningstar-eclipsed]

She looks around at the corpses now strewn about the floor of the station, now looking more... sad than anything. Not out of remorse, no. These people had made her suffer for what felt like forever, they deserved every bit of the torment she inflicted on them. Rather, from the truth of the knowledge that no one in Hell had ever truly believed in her. "...Let's go back to the hotel," she says simply, her eyes glowing faintly.

[bartender-husk]

"You-" He looked a bit unsure of how to deal with this situation, one wrong word and he could very well be the next body. "...Alright. Let's go, no need to stay around here."

[smiling-cervidae]

Event: Slashers (Smile)

TW: This event WILL contain graphic writings of suicide and mental health topics!!! Please interact at your own risk!!

Some sort of plague, disease, a blight of the mind was spreading. Every day, a new headline. "Woman jumps in front of train", "Man jumps off building", "Girl puts gun in mouth, pulls trigger in front of crowd", the list went on.

But one thing remained the same: the victim always died with a wide, unnatural smile.

And now? You would be forced to confront that terror too, as a disheveled, terrified sinner ran up to you, her hair and mess with dark bags underneath her eyes. She desperately shook you, pleading for assistance you couldn't provide. "Help me! Please fucking help me, he's gonna kill me!" she sobbed. And yet... you couldn't see anything coming. Or anyone. She was... fine.

What will you do?

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@unknown-ultimates @bartender-husk

[bartender-husk]

Husk was obviously confused, what was she even running from? He needed a moment to think. "What? Can you calm down miss and tell me what's going on? Who is going to kill you?" He can't provide help if he doesn't know what he's dealing with here.

[smiling-cervidae]

"I-I can't- I can't-! FUCK! NO! NO, PLEASE! NO! STOP!" the woman collapses to the ground, seeming like she's fighting against some unseen force. But since Husk is affiliated with the demon in question himself, he's also able to see an eerie familiar shadow lurking mere feet away. Well, that explains... a lot.

[bartender-husk]

Husk now trailing his eyes at the shadow let out a soft long drawn sigh. "Al... What are you doing? Where are you?" He called out, knowing full well who it was now.

[smiling-cervidae]

Alastor steps out of his shadow, meaning he wasn't there originally, but was summoned by Husk calling for him. A common way overlords can communicate with their thralls is to heed their summons, after all. "What now?" he asks calmly, before his eyes land on the corpse of the woman. "Oh my. Did you stumble upon this gorey sight, Husk? Or did you... witness it happen?" In Smile, if you witness the suicide, the demon will induce hallucinations and pure terror for about a week before you succumb and end up killing yourself the same way, spreading it to yet another host. So it's important that Alastor knows whether or not he has to try and reverse the curse or not.

[bartender-husk]

Husk raising a suspicious eyebrow at him yet still figured it was better he was honest to Alastor. "I saw it happen." He said flat out like it wasn't a problem but this means Alastor had to try to reverse it if he didn't want Husk to be the next victim. "What about it?"

[smiling-cervidae]

"Oh? Well, congratulations, my dear! You have seven days, give or take, to live!" Alastor exclaims. Despite his admittedly not terrible intentions in saying it, though, that sentence was VERY poorly worded. It just sounds like he doesn't intend to help.

[bartender-husk]

"What?" He was clearly distressed about this, the wording didn't help on his shock. "So wait, what do i do?" His tone clearly panicked because... Why wouldn't it be? He still had something to live for.

[smiling-cervidae]

Alastor cocked an eyebrow. "My advice? Lock yourself in a padded room for the rest of your existence, of course!" Alastor explains semi-cheerfully. In truth, he's mentally weighing his options. To reverse the curse as a whole, it'll likely require... going through Roo. And as one might imagine, he isn't exactly keen on the idea of confronting the owner of his soul.

[bartender-husk]

Husk snarled, he was obviously not happy at all with that response. "You gotta be joking, that can't be the only way to get out of this alive."

[smiling-cervidae]

Alastor's eyes narrow in clear displeasure, though he makes no move to become violent... yet. "You do have a nasty habit of acting as though you would rather be dead than chained to me. Perhaps I should give you exactly what you desire," he threatens. He knows he's being cruel, but in truth? He's probably terrified. Most sinners whose souls are owned by another aren't treated very kindly, if kindly at all. Alastor is no exception. He isn't certain his pride could handle being brought so low, so helpless in front of one of his thralls. And while, yes, Alastor is making efforts to be kinder, at the end of the day, he will still try to cling to whatever makes him feel powerful, even when his only real option is to be powerless.

Sighing, he turns away, mentally debating with himself over Husk's fate, before luckily giving in. "...Let me make one thing perfectly clear, darling: you are not to speak a word of what you see in these next moments, not even to your beloved Angel Dust. If I hear otherwise, I will teach you the meaning of 'blood eagle'... personally." The blood eagle is a medieval torture form where someone's ribs are exposed and bent backwards to be akin to angel wings. Yikes! But well, all things considered, this is as much mercy as Alastor will ever truly give.

[bartender-husk]

Husk's ears pinned down, his instincts kicking in alongside his fear, he knew that wasn't something he should challenge Alastor in obviously and nodded in understanding. "Yes, sir... Understood. I won't say a word to anyone about this. I swear." He was most likely going to obey this time.

[slutty-spider-polka-pop]

Event: Slashers (Heart Eyes)

Halloween wasn't a time many would describe as "romantic". And for most, it wasn't. But others?

Others idolized it. Halloween weddings, couples costumes... Everything under the sun. And it was fun, for most people involved.

Until the killings started happening.

Couples, throuples, polycules, fuck-buddies. Anyone who would happen to be intimate in any way with one another would be found dead, brutally slaughtered in the streets. Some with limbs removed. Some beheaded. Some so mangled, they were unrecognizable.

But one thing always remained the same: those who dared to love were in danger. On CCTV footage broadcasted throughout Hell of the killer, they always appeared to don a mask with hearts for eyes reflecting the beaming light, earning them the apt nickname of "Heart Eyes".

And now? You didn't even know this person. You barely happened to bump into them. But apparently, Heart Eyes had set his sights on you, and had begun stalking closer, wielding a large angelic machete. Possibly someone with power or enough influence to acquire angelic weaponry...

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@bartender-husk @nastrond-and-valhalla

[bartender-husk]

Husk putting his paws up in surrender stared at the person in front of him, he was clearly unarmed and defenseless currently.

"Uh... Hey there. Can we... Talk about this?" He was trying to negotiate obviously, to find a way out of danger he currently was in.

[slutty-spider-polka-pop]

Heart Eyes doesn't answer directly yet, plunging the machete through the chest of the person Husk had bumped into with a growl. His voice is so familiar, Husk can't possibly miss it. "I fuckin' hate Halloween..." Angel???

[bartender-husk]

He looked utterly shocked alright, then at the corpse beside himself, then back at Angel with an expression of confusion then he seemed to calm down.

"Angel? What's all of..." He motioned at the body and Angel's get up. "This about?"

[slutty-spider-polka-pop]

"I told ya, hun, I hate this fuckin' holiday." No effort to hide who he is from his boyfriend, huh? But there's got to be a reason someone usually pretty non-violent is suddenly so aggressive. "This time'a year, Val's got me doin' all the disturbing fetishes. Like... puttin' me on snuff duty, or makin' me act in those really taboo or violent kinks... Got my hand sawed off the other night," he says nonchalantly, as though it's a regular occurrence for him. Violent kinks like dismemberment and death-related ones, probably, and Angel just unfortunately has to suffer them. Needless to say, he'd be envious and even angry at people who don't have to suffer what he does during this time of year.

[bartender-husk]

Husk's expression turned to one of horror for a moment, no wonder with what Angel was telling him before he let out a sigh.

"Oh... Fuck, i'm sorry you have to go through all that, i... Is there anything i can do to help you feel better?" He was offering some kind of comfort to his boyfriend, which should mean a lot considering he isn't usually the cuddly type, only ever with Angel. He wanted the spider to feel better.

[slutty-spider-polka-pop]

"Just... Just don't fuckin' touch me, capisce?" he asks. It makes sense. When he has to suffer such vile pains this time of year, any touch would seem dangerous. Which is likely why he's killing, too. Intimacy as a whole lately would naturally give him the feeling of being in danger, even if it isn't his own.

[bartender-husk]

He sighed and nodded in understanding, he was going to respect Angel's boundaries as he didn't want to upset the guy further. Accidentally killing Husk would probably send Angel into a very bad state too. "Got it." He sat down by the pavement and patted the space beside him. "Come sit with me, let's just relax a bit." Asking him to join, it was clear he was still trying to comfort his boyfriend even if he was just told to not touch.

[slutty-spider-polka-pop]

Angel raises an eyebrow, sitting beside Husk despite everything, but looking back at the corpse. "Shouldn't we get away from the crime scene?" he asks. Though honestly, being under Valentino, or any of the Vees really, buys him a lot of protection and privilege in Hell. Plus, he's still INCREDIBLY famous. Anyone under a really powerful overlord would often be afforded more protection than someone without such connections. Because who really wants to risk pissing off the Vees?

[bartender-husk]

Husk looked back at the corpses then shrugged to himself. "Eeehhh, naaah." He wasn't worried it seems. "So... Shitty day, right?" He glances at Angel with clear concern in his tone.

[slutty-spider-polka-pop]

He sighs and nods, curling up a little bit, an instinctive gesture from someone desperately seeking a way to feel safe and to be secure. "Yeah... Today wasn't as rough as normal this time'a year, but still not great. I think I've got enough drugs in m'system to tranq an elephant. Fuck, I'm higher than the fuckin' ozone," he says as though it's an average experience. Sadly, this time of year, consensual kinks for shoots are likely not a priority. He's even got a ring of thinner fur around his neck by this point, implying strangulation regular and severe enough to prevent regular fur growth.

He groans. "Literally feels like I'm dyin' all over again. Same excruciatin' pain and all," he comments. His body in Hell has a much higher tolerance to drugs than when he was alive, also due in part to dying of an overdose, which is why he doesn't always "appear" high, even if he's on a whole bunch of drugs. Sadly, that also means this kind of suffering can easily fly under the radar for him.

[bartender-husk]

Husk sighed and gave Angel an expression of worry for a moment. He wanted to do more to comfort him but will keep his promise to not touch. "That sounds rough... I can't believe you have to deal with that each year." He hated to know that his boyfriend was suffering and that he could do nothing to help currently. He took note of the fur being thinner which only made the feeling of guilt worse, talk about feeling useless and powerless.

"Angel..." He looked unsure of how to åroceed here, it was clearly something that was hurting Angel but how could he make it better when Val was still alive? "I know it can feel like you're dying but know that i'm here for you. If there's anything i can do to help, let me know."

[bartender-husk]

So it has been a few months since Mash and co have done something together and it was the Halloween season...so Kurama and Hiei thought about bringing some of there friends to Hell for a bit of a Halloween treat! So they bring Mash, Luluco, Ban, Wadanohara, Gojo Satoru, Kagura, Yuma Kokohead, Shinigami, and there new friends Takumi, Nozomi, Darumi, Eito, Kyoshika and Tsukasa for a trip to the Hazbin Hotel just for a bit of fun and also to visit the demons.

Shinigami, who were more than happy about this quickly floated over to the hotel, pointing at it excitedly for Yuma to knock on the door.

Yuma sighed and soon knocked, it didn't take long before Husk opened the door looking confused.

"Oh, it's you guys, come on in." He paused at the new people. "New friends?"

[oddblogfullofoddmuses]

Hiei: "Yeah they are new friends..."

Kurama: "There name's are Takumi, Nozomi, Darumi, Eito, Kyoshika and Tsukasa..."

Mash: "We met them not too long ago...there nice people..." Mash said rubbing the back of hisown head. "Hope you don't mind us visiting the hotel for the Halloween Season...this was Kurama and Hiei's idea with a lot of backing from Shinigami...she has been the most happy about this."

[bartender-husk]

"How could we NOT go here? I'm a death god but i haven't actually been to Hell before! I'm suuper excited!"

"Uh... I hope she's not too much, she gets like this sometimes."

"Hmm... Interesting." He poked at Husk, who quickly swatted his hands away which made him chuckle in turn. "My bad. It's my first time seeing a real demon."

"I can tell. I don't mind you spending timd here, come on in." He stepped aside to let them in. "Nice to meet you all, i don't often get a full group of visitors here."

[oddblogfullofoddmuses]

Kurama: "Well we figured if we wanted to spend the halloween season...why not at the hotel?"

Hiei: "Yeah..." Hiei said as everyone entered into the Hazbin Hotel. Ban and Luluco look around the hotel having never been here before while Kurama, Hiei and Mash all have.

Ban: "Wow...so this is the Hazbin Hotel huh?"

Luluco: "It is so nice in here!"

[bartender-husk]

Shinigami quickly followed, floating around the hotel as if she owned the place.

"Sure, make yourselves at home i guess." Seeing three of them was already doing son̈ he wasn't going to stop them. "I forgot it was Halloween already, time sure flies."

"This place is huge! It got so many things too!" She eagerly explored for tech.

Gojo: "Aand off she goes" He chuckled. "Yeah, it seemed like the perfect place to crash and party."

[oddblogfullofoddmuses]

Kurama: "That's why we suggested it...place is nice and good for relaxing and partying..."

Mash: "This hotel is for rehabilitating sinners...so it makes sense..." Mash said pulling put out a cream puff and eating it.

Ban: "Rehabilitating sinners? What for?"

Hiei: "Overpopulation...city here in hell is fucking huge...can't have too many people in it."

[bartender-husk]

"Yeah, Charlie is trying to redeem Sinners to hopefully put a stop to the exterminations." He explained.

"What?! Exterminations? That doesn't sound good at all."

[oddblogfullofoddmuses]

Hiei: "It is for the same reason too...trying to stop overpopulation in hell...so this is the more...not killing way doing it...and it is working...well."

Luluco: "So i been meaning to ask...why does Husk look like a cat?"

Kurama: "Well how it works is that when a person dies they become a sinner...and when they are sent to hell there appearance and abilities correspond with there human self's aspects. They are high on Hell's hierarchy..."

Ban: "Hell's hierarchy? They have a hierarchy?"

Hiei: "Yep Hell's hierarchy goes Sinners, Succubi, Imps and Hellhounds...Imps are like the working class of hell...so...they don't get along well with sinners...they have to do things...some of the IMPS just...do things differently then most would."

[bartender-husk]

"Yeah there's those guys too. Imps are the lowest on the ladder but they do a lot of different things." He paused for a moment. "When you die your appearance change like Kurama said, some based on how you died while others gets their personality reflected in what they become, like me in some ways."

"Sounds complicated, i had no idea Hell had such a system up."

[oddblogfullofoddmuses]

Kurama: "Hell is very much a city of itsown even hell here has rules and law enforcement...."

Hiei: "Speaking of...is Charlie around? I am sure she would be happy meeting new people..."

[bartender-husk]

"Charlie? Haven't seen her today but maybe she will come back soon."

"A shame, i would love to have a... Personal chat with the princess of Hell."

Gojo: "Charlie is very kind so she'd love to talk to anyone."

[bartender-husk]

So it has been a few months since Mash and co have done something together and it was the Halloween season...so Kurama and Hiei thought about bringing some of there friends to Hell for a bit of a Halloween treat! So they bring Mash, Luluco, Ban, Wadanohara, Gojo Satoru, Kagura, Yuma Kokohead, Shinigami, and there new friends Takumi, Nozomi, Darumi, Eito, Kyoshika and Tsukasa for a trip to the Hazbin Hotel just for a bit of fun and also to visit the demons.

Shinigami, who were more than happy about this quickly floated over to the hotel, pointing at it excitedly for Yuma to knock on the door.

Yuma sighed and soon knocked, it didn't take long before Husk opened the door looking confused.

"Oh, it's you guys, come on in." He paused at the new people. "New friends?"

[oddblogfullofoddmuses]

Hiei: "Yeah they are new friends..."

Kurama: "There name's are Takumi, Nozomi, Darumi, Eito, Kyoshika and Tsukasa..."

Mash: "We met them not too long ago...there nice people..." Mash said rubbing the back of hisown head. "Hope you don't mind us visiting the hotel for the Halloween Season...this was Kurama and Hiei's idea with a lot of backing from Shinigami...she has been the most happy about this."

[bartender-husk]

"How could we NOT go here? I'm a death god but i haven't actually been to Hell before! I'm suuper excited!"

"Uh... I hope she's not too much, she gets like this sometimes."

"Hmm... Interesting." He poked at Husk, who quickly swatted his hands away which made him chuckle in turn. "My bad. It's my first time seeing a real demon."

"I can tell. I don't mind you spending timd here, come on in." He stepped aside to let them in. "Nice to meet you all, i don't often get a full group of visitors here."

[oddblogfullofoddmuses]

Kurama: "Well we figured if we wanted to spend the halloween season...why not at the hotel?"

Hiei: "Yeah..." Hiei said as everyone entered into the Hazbin Hotel. Ban and Luluco look around the hotel having never been here before while Kurama, Hiei and Mash all have.

Ban: "Wow...so this is the Hazbin Hotel huh?"

Luluco: "It is so nice in here!"

[bartender-husk]

Shinigami quickly followed, floating around the hotel as if she owned the place.

"Sure, make yourselves at home i guess." Seeing three of them was already doing son̈ he wasn't going to stop them. "I forgot it was Halloween already, time sure flies."

"This place is huge! It got so many things too!" She eagerly explored for tech.

Gojo: "Aand off she goes" He chuckled. "Yeah, it seemed like the perfect place to crash and party."

[oddblogfullofoddmuses]

Kurama: "That's why we suggested it...place is nice and good for relaxing and partying..."

Mash: "This hotel is for rehabilitating sinners...so it makes sense..." Mash said pulling put out a cream puff and eating it.

Ban: "Rehabilitating sinners? What for?"

Hiei: "Overpopulation...city here in hell is fucking huge...can't have too many people in it."

[bartender-husk]

"Yeah, Charlie is trying to redeem Sinners to hopefully put a stop to the exterminations." He explained.

"What?! Exterminations? That doesn't sound good at all."

[oddblogfullofoddmuses]

Hiei: "It is for the same reason too...trying to stop overpopulation in hell...so this is the more...not killing way doing it...and it is working...well."

Luluco: "So i been meaning to ask...why does Husk look like a cat?"

Kurama: "Well how it works is that when a person dies they become a sinner...and when they are sent to hell there appearance and abilities correspond with there human self's aspects. They are high on Hell's hierarchy..."

Ban: "Hell's hierarchy? They have a hierarchy?"

Hiei: "Yep Hell's hierarchy goes Sinners, Succubi, Imps and Hellhounds...Imps are like the working class of hell...so...they don't get along well with sinners...they have to do things...some of the IMPS just...do things differently then most would."

[bartender-husk]

"Yeah there's those guys too. Imps are the lowest on the ladder but they do a lot of different things." He paused for a moment. "When you die your appearance change like Kurama said, some based on how you died while others gets their personality reflected in what they become, like me in some ways."

"Sounds complicated, i had no idea Hell had such a system up."

[stella-goetia]

Event: Slashers (The Purge)

Halloween wasn't the only fun the Goetia family celebrated. No, they had far more... ravenous appetites than just that of candy. It was a little-known fact that, in the Goetia territory, for one night a year, they could commit any crime they wished, without consequences. Not to mention, as descendants of fallen angels, they were expected to engage in the Exterminations as well, despite their immunity. Perks of being demon royalty, perhaps.

And that night had come, finally. Stella donned her beloved mask with the glowing pink accents, although it did little to hide who she was. She was awfully difficult to miss. But nevertheless, with her Carmine-tipped rifle in hand, she took her aim at a nearby sinner, just barely in her territory... and fired. The body fell to the floor, as though it had never been upright.

She took out a few more sinners and Hellborn alike. Okay, maybe they weren't ALL in her territory technically, but nothing a little bribery couldn't fix if she were ever to be caught, instead sending the servants to drag the corpses onto her property.

And unfortunately for you, you happened to just barely set foot in her territory... and she set her sights on you. She lifted her rifle, and took her aim...

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[bartender-husk]

Feeling the danger, his instincts immediately telling him he was in danger made him quickly take flight into the air and started flying around to make himself a harder target to hit, his eyes darting around to see if he could find the shooter trying to shoot him down.

[stella-goetia]

"Ohhh, eager to play, aren't we?" she taunts, deciding to instead come out of the palace as a whole. She's probably well aware of Husk is, both as a former overlord himself and as a companion to Alastor now, but... well, she's also wayyyyy more powerful than any overlord. So it isn't like she really has anything to fear there. "Hmm... Keen instincts, powerful wings... It's almost enough to make me want to keep you alive. Almost," she croons. But now that she's fully visible, that also gives Husk a decent enough chance to fight back or try to escape. She's just one woman after all... right?

[bartender-husk]

Husk realizing who she was knew she was very powerful, trying to think of his chances of escape.

"And a Happy Halloween to you too." His tone was sarcastic, he was hoping to at least find a way out of his perdicament knowing Alastor can't save him here. "What's with the sport of killings?" He hoped to get her distracted with talking, trying any strategy to escape.

[stella-goetia]

"Well, your kind aren't exactly useful for much, hm?" Stella croons. In truth, she just has... a lot of pent-up anger. She was a child bride with no control over her life, had to get pregnant and have a baby with a man she barely knew, let alone loved, and was expected to do it all while maintaining the image of perfection. Anybody would be angry. It doesn't justify her actions at all, but it's definitely an explanation for them. She asserts power over anyone she can because of how little she truly had over her own life. "Now then, are you going to be a good little kitty cat and take the bullet in the heart or the brain? Or... will I have to get more creative as a hunter?"

[bartender-husk]

He rolled his eyes at her words, he clearly wasn't just going to sit still and take a bullet, he isn't that suicidal. "Miss, do you maybe... Need someone to talk to? I can lend a listening ear if you need to vent." He offered as he could see there was a lot of pent up anger there. Her situation probably not fully known to everyone in Hell, had anyone ever just taken the time to hear her out he wondered.

[stella-goetia]

"'Vent'?" Stella scoffs. She doesn't know Husk, after all, and she wouldn't really feel comfortable sharing anything with him. "And why would I trust you with such information?" He's gotten her attention, at least... for now.

[bartender-husk]

"Okay that's... Fair." He can't blame her for being distrustful of sharing personal struggles with him considering they have never spoken once until now. "Well for one, i'm not the type to go around spilling secret, i can assure you it's safe with me." He is usually one who is good at keeping those things safe, he's a bartender so he got experience. "I'm a stranger but maybe... It wouldn't be so bad for someone to hear you out for once?"

[stella-goetia]

Stella thought for a moment, and sighed. "I suppose it wouldn't be the... worst thing. But not here. Definitely not here." She turns and starts heading back toward the palace, expecting Husk to follow her. Not that she'll really bother chasing if he doesn't. She'll probably just try and shoot him again.

[bartender-husk]

Husk sighed and followed behind her, his guard still up but maybe it was his chance to get to know what's going on with the royals.

"Fair enough, wouldn't want to take it out in the open."

[gracebcrn]

Event: Slashers (Pet Sematary)

Art by @MI00M10 on Twitter! Not mine!

It had been mere days since the Angel of Joy fell. And not just from Heaven. While she had thrived on the joy in Heaven, the misery she now knew of Hell caused her strength to wane day by day, until eventually, the star went out, and could rise no more.

Sera had spared no liberties, of course. Emily was given the finest funeral Heaven could offer, with several crying and toasting to her inherent goodness, to the belief she had always had that people could be better than their circumstances. But there was also... something she didn't mention.

She knew of an ancient burial ground, once cursed by the Root Of All Evil, herself. It would bring the dead back... but at a cost. And most often found the price too high to pay.

But Sera was desperate to have her little sister back. And so, when Emily reappeared in Heaven as though nothing had happened, you could tell that something was chillingly off about the resurrected Angel of Joy. Something sinister. Something that clearly didn't belong.

Though Sera went about with Emily at her side like nothing had happened, preaching to all of Heaven about this "miracle". But truthfully... Emily looked mentally distant. Drained, even. Like she wasn't even paying attention, although she kept that same sweet smile on her face. Something wasn't right...

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[bartender-husk]

As he went about his day, something felt wrong, eerie so... He couldn't quite put his finger on it as he stared up at the pentagram in the sky, almost like he could tell something was coming and it wasn't anything good.

[gracebcrn]

It didn't take long for Emily to make her way to Hell, returning to the misery that had first cost her her life. And there's just something... off, about her. No life behind her smile. But unlike Alastor or Valentino, who earn fear with their brutish actions, Emily just seems... creepy. Even her gait is weird, as though her body is just being puppeteered by someone— or something— else. "Hiiii~. Husk, right? Hehe... Nice to meet you," she says. There's nothing outwardly wrong with her words or tone, but something here just isn't right.

[bartender-husk]

Husk backed away slightly, as if put off by the strange eerie feeling she was giving off. "Yeah? That's me. Do i know you?" Right, he hasn't met Emily yet but she definitely knew him, he could gather that much. "Nice to meet you too."

[gracebcrn]

She smiles, but with Husk's time spent with Alastor, he would likely notice how strained it truly appeared. "I'm Emily. Charlie's... friend?" She takes a step closer for each step Husk takes back, like a predator stalking its prey. Not only that, she's giving off... a really foul smell that Husk, again due to working with not just Alastor, but Niffty, might recognize as the scent of decomposition. Death. "Charlie's told me soooo much about you." Not only that, her voice is super... monotone. Not at all like the joyful angel Charlie knew.

[bartender-husk]

He narrowed his eyes at her, catching the smell made him realize he might not be dealing with a living person any longer.

"Emily... She spoke about an angel friend before." There's no doubt Charlie would because Emily was the only one standing up beside her. "Oh has she now? Like what?" His guard still up, not taking his eyes off her even for a second.

[gracebcrn]

Emily nodded. "Hehe, that's me~..." She thinks for a moment about what to say, since there's probably a decent deal. "Like... that you love to drink... that you hate people... and that you're trapped in a soul deal, but that your owner is 'chill', if a little spooky..." Ah, right. Charlie would have no reason to believe Alastor is cruel toward Husk, she wasn't around to see it. And "hate people" is likely a reference to Husk's usual gruffness, but even then, likely not Charlie's exact words.

[bartender-husk]

"Well i wouldn't call it hate exactly but... Maybe grumpy?" At least he's self aware of his own gruff behaviour towards others. "Uuhh... Right, chill... Let's call it that. What are you doing down here exactly?" He's curious about what Emily could possibilly want down here. Especially if he's truly dealing with someone already dead.

[morningstar-eclipsed]

Event: Slashers (Carrie)

It was no secret that the Princess of Hell was a laughingstock. Nobody believed in her, in redemption... not even her own father. But finally, she found a glimmer of hope, when Katie Killjoy invited her back onto the show to discuss her project in full.

She was overjoyed! Practically buzzing, she invited you! She had also invited Vaggie, Husk, Alastor, Niffty, Angel Dust, Cherri... but each had their own plans, with the exception of one familiar "this face was made for radio". But that did nothing to dull her excitement!

As she stepped into the frame, she sat down at the chair with you behind the scenes to cheer her on and act as emotional support, clutching her script close. She had barely gotten out a full sentence. when it happened. "Hello, everyone! I'm Charlie Morningstar, and I'm back to discuss the Hazbin Hotel and my plans for redemptio-"

SPLAT!

The Princess found herself soaked in blood, her eyes widening with shock and horror, along with clear revulsion. She looked like she would either pass out or throw up, and Katie Killjoy began laughing. Laughing at her.

Tears fell down Charlie's face as she fought to keep her composure, but you, frozen in horror, could see her slowly breaking down... as Katie Killjoy began broadcasting her humiliation over the room as well. Bad enough that it was on live television, but now? Charlie had to see it. And so could everyone watching.

"Dove's blood for such a heavenly widdle pwincess," Katie crooned. And you could see in real time as something inside Charlie snapped.

"ENOUGH!" she roared, and a light fell from the ceiling, smacking Katie Killjoy. As Tom Trench ran to check her pulse, he was appalled to find nothing. Charlie is half-angel, after all. Enough for her rage to prove lethal now that she's lost it.

She turned to the audience. "You all think I'm just some naive little fool, don't you?! Some jolly, happy idiot?!" she screamed, her horns starting to emerge as her eyes shifted to appear more demonic.

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[bartender-husk]

Husk in desperation as he saw the whole thing happen in horror, he flew over to try calming Charlie with a clear worried expression on his face, etched in concern for the Princess.

"Charlie, look at me. Hey." His tone was a bit panicked. "Don't let them get to you. It's going to be alright."

[morningstar-eclipsed]

"YOU! Did you know about this?!" Charlie demands, her rapidly fracturing mind desperately trying to make sense of this. In her mind right now, the entire world is against her, and are therefore the enemy. But once Husk started talking, she seemed to relax at least a little.

"I-I just... why...?" she pleaded, desperate to understand why someone would want to do this to her, when all she wants is to help others.

[bartender-husk]

Husk took a deep breath and carefully approached her with a grim expression.

"No i had no idea... If i did i would had been here sooner." He sighed and tried to think of how to word things. "Sometimes... People are cruel, you didn't do anything wrong."

[morningstar-eclipsed]

"Maybe... Maybe this is a sign there's no redemption waiting here..." Oh dear. This is especially tragic when you realize that she knows Pentious is in Heaven now. But now, she's... giving up? On everything?

[bartender-husk]

"Woah woah, what?" This obviously shocked the guy, she was just giving up? Just like that? "You... Can't just give up Charlie, not now that you have come this far."

[morningstar-eclipsed]

"Why can't I, if it was all for nothing?" Charlie snaps, her tone much more... short with Husk than she normally would be. But then again, she's already been pushed to her breaking point. "If nobody will ever see me as anything more than a happy little fairytale addict, then maybe it's time I started acting like the Princess of Hell they want to see."

[bartender-husk]

"Alright... Let's take a deep breath. You don't have to go that far, you can... Prove them wrong." He was trying to find ways to help her gain her faith back but knew it wasn't going to be easy. "I know you aren't just a happy go-lucky girl but you have seen changes in Angel, haven't you?"

[morningstar-eclipsed]

"...You think I can still salvage this?" she manages to grit out, her tone wary, clearly searching for any sign of insincerity. "And Angel? What if Angel is acting? He's so insistent that he's an 'actor'." Oh wow. No hiding the disdain even for her friends, since after all, Angel is very vocal about not believing in her plans.

[bartender-husk]

"Angel may be an actor but he's a good guy deep down." Of course he wants to believe in Angel. "I think you can salvage it." He was being honest but knew Charlie was currently feeling on edge.

[smiling-cervidae]

Event: Slashers (Smile)

TW: This event WILL contain graphic writings of suicide and mental health topics!!! Please interact at your own risk!!

Some sort of plague, disease, a blight of the mind was spreading. Every day, a new headline. "Woman jumps in front of train", "Man jumps off building", "Girl puts gun in mouth, pulls trigger in front of crowd", the list went on.

But one thing remained the same: the victim always died with a wide, unnatural smile.

And now? You would be forced to confront that terror too, as a disheveled, terrified sinner ran up to you, her hair and mess with dark bags underneath her eyes. She desperately shook you, pleading for assistance you couldn't provide. "Help me! Please fucking help me, he's gonna kill me!" she sobbed. And yet... you couldn't see anything coming. Or anyone. She was... fine.

What will you do?

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[bartender-husk]

Husk was obviously confused, what was she even running from? He needed a moment to think. "What? Can you calm down miss and tell me what's going on? Who is going to kill you?" He can't provide help if he doesn't know what he's dealing with here.

[smiling-cervidae]

"I-I can't- I can't-! FUCK! NO! NO, PLEASE! NO! STOP!" the woman collapses to the ground, seeming like she's fighting against some unseen force. But since Husk is affiliated with the demon in question himself, he's also able to see an eerie familiar shadow lurking mere feet away. Well, that explains... a lot.

[bartender-husk]

Husk now trailing his eyes at the shadow let out a soft long drawn sigh. "Al... What are you doing? Where are you?" He called out, knowing full well who it was now.

[smiling-cervidae]

Alastor steps out of his shadow, meaning he wasn't there originally, but was summoned by Husk calling for him. A common way overlords can communicate with their thralls is to heed their summons, after all. "What now?" he asks calmly, before his eyes land on the corpse of the woman. "Oh my. Did you stumble upon this gorey sight, Husk? Or did you... witness it happen?" In Smile, if you witness the suicide, the demon will induce hallucinations and pure terror for about a week before you succumb and end up killing yourself the same way, spreading it to yet another host. So it's important that Alastor knows whether or not he has to try and reverse the curse or not.

[bartender-husk]

Husk raising a suspicious eyebrow at him yet still figured it was better he was honest to Alastor. "I saw it happen." He said flat out like it wasn't a problem but this means Alastor had to try to reverse it if he didn't want Husk to be the next victim. "What about it?"

[smiling-cervidae]

"Oh? Well, congratulations, my dear! You have seven days, give or take, to live!" Alastor exclaims. Despite his admittedly not terrible intentions in saying it, though, that sentence was VERY poorly worded. It just sounds like he doesn't intend to help.

[bartender-husk]

"What?" He was clearly distressed about this, the wording didn't help on his shock. "So wait, what do i do?" His tone clearly panicked because... Why wouldn't it be? He still had something to live for.

[smiling-cervidae]

Alastor cocked an eyebrow. "My advice? Lock yourself in a padded room for the rest of your existence, of course!" Alastor explains semi-cheerfully. In truth, he's mentally weighing his options. To reverse the curse as a whole, it'll likely require... going through Roo. And as one might imagine, he isn't exactly keen on the idea of confronting the owner of his soul.

[bartender-husk]

Husk snarled, he was obviously not happy at all with that response. "You gotta be joking, that can't be the only way to get out of this alive."

[slutty-spider-polka-pop]

Event: Slashers (Heart Eyes)

Halloween wasn't a time many would describe as "romantic". And for most, it wasn't. But others?

Others idolized it. Halloween weddings, couples costumes... Everything under the sun. And it was fun, for most people involved.

Until the killings started happening.

Couples, throuples, polycules, fuck-buddies. Anyone who would happen to be intimate in any way with one another would be found dead, brutally slaughtered in the streets. Some with limbs removed. Some beheaded. Some so mangled, they were unrecognizable.

But one thing always remained the same: those who dared to love were in danger. On CCTV footage broadcasted throughout Hell of the killer, they always appeared to don a mask with hearts for eyes reflecting the beaming light, earning them the apt nickname of "Heart Eyes".

And now? You didn't even know this person. You barely happened to bump into them. But apparently, Heart Eyes had set his sights on you, and had begun stalking closer, wielding a large angelic machete. Possibly someone with power or enough influence to acquire angelic weaponry...

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[bartender-husk]

Husk putting his paws up in surrender stared at the person in front of him, he was clearly unarmed and defenseless currently.

"Uh... Hey there. Can we... Talk about this?" He was trying to negotiate obviously, to find a way out of danger he currently was in.

[slutty-spider-polka-pop]

Heart Eyes doesn't answer directly yet, plunging the machete through the chest of the person Husk had bumped into with a growl. His voice is so familiar, Husk can't possibly miss it. "I fuckin' hate Halloween..." Angel???

[bartender-husk]

He looked utterly shocked alright, then at the corpse beside himself, then back at Angel with an expression of confusion then he seemed to calm down.

"Angel? What's all of..." He motioned at the body and Angel's get up. "This about?"

[slutty-spider-polka-pop]

"I told ya, hun, I hate this fuckin' holiday." No effort to hide who he is from his boyfriend, huh? But there's got to be a reason someone usually pretty non-violent is suddenly so aggressive. "This time'a year, Val's got me doin' all the disturbing fetishes. Like... puttin' me on snuff duty, or makin' me act in those really taboo or violent kinks... Got my hand sawed off the other night," he says nonchalantly, as though it's a regular occurrence for him. Violent kinks like dismemberment and death-related ones, probably, and Angel just unfortunately has to suffer them. Needless to say, he'd be envious and even angry at people who don't have to suffer what he does during this time of year.

[bartender-husk]

Husk's expression turned to one of horror for a moment, no wonder with what Angel was telling him before he let out a sigh.

"Oh... Fuck, i'm sorry you have to go through all that, i... Is there anything i can do to help you feel better?" He was offering some kind of comfort to his boyfriend, which should mean a lot considering he isn't usually the cuddly type, only ever with Angel. He wanted the spider to feel better.

[slutty-spider-polka-pop]

"Just... Just don't fuckin' touch me, capisce?" he asks. It makes sense. When he has to suffer such vile pains this time of year, any touch would seem dangerous. Which is likely why he's killing, too. Intimacy as a whole lately would naturally give him the feeling of being in danger, even if it isn't his own.

[bartender-husk]

He sighed and nodded in understanding, he was going to respect Angel's boundaries as he didn't want to upset the guy further. Accidentally killing Husk would probably send Angel into a very bad state too. "Got it." He sat down by the pavement and patted the space beside him. "Come sit with me, let's just relax a bit." Asking him to join, it was clear he was still trying to comfort his boyfriend even if he was just told to not touch.

[slutty-spider-polka-pop]

Angel raises an eyebrow, sitting beside Husk despite everything, but looking back at the corpse. "Shouldn't we get away from the crime scene?" he asks. Though honestly, being under Valentino, or any of the Vees really, buys him a lot of protection and privilege in Hell. Plus, he's still INCREDIBLY famous. Anyone under a really powerful overlord would often be afforded more protection than someone without such connections. Because who really wants to risk pissing off the Vees?

[bartender-husk]

Husk looked back at the corpses then shrugged to himself. "Eeehhh, naaah." He wasn't worried it seems. "So... Shitty day, right?" He glances at Angel with clear concern in his tone.

[slutty-spider-polka-pop]

Event: Slashers (Heart Eyes)

Halloween wasn't a time many would describe as "romantic". And for most, it wasn't. But others?

Others idolized it. Halloween weddings, couples costumes... Everything under the sun. And it was fun, for most people involved.

Until the killings started happening.

Couples, throuples, polycules, fuck-buddies. Anyone who would happen to be intimate in any way with one another would be found dead, brutally slaughtered in the streets. Some with limbs removed. Some beheaded. Some so mangled, they were unrecognizable.

But one thing always remained the same: those who dared to love were in danger. On CCTV footage broadcasted throughout Hell of the killer, they always appeared to don a mask with hearts for eyes reflecting the beaming light, earning them the apt nickname of "Heart Eyes".

And now? You didn't even know this person. You barely happened to bump into them. But apparently, Heart Eyes had set his sights on you, and had begun stalking closer, wielding a large angelic machete. Possibly someone with power or enough influence to acquire angelic weaponry...

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[bartender-husk]

Husk putting his paws up in surrender stared at the person in front of him, he was clearly unarmed and defenseless currently.

"Uh... Hey there. Can we... Talk about this?" He was trying to negotiate obviously, to find a way out of danger he currently was in.

[slutty-spider-polka-pop]

Heart Eyes doesn't answer directly yet, plunging the machete through the chest of the person Husk had bumped into with a growl. His voice is so familiar, Husk can't possibly miss it. "I fuckin' hate Halloween..." Angel???

[bartender-husk]

He looked utterly shocked alright, then at the corpse beside himself, then back at Angel with an expression of confusion then he seemed to calm down.

"Angel? What's all of..." He motioned at the body and Angel's get up. "This about?"

[slutty-spider-polka-pop]

"I told ya, hun, I hate this fuckin' holiday." No effort to hide who he is from his boyfriend, huh? But there's got to be a reason someone usually pretty non-violent is suddenly so aggressive. "This time'a year, Val's got me doin' all the disturbing fetishes. Like... puttin' me on snuff duty, or makin' me act in those really taboo or violent kinks... Got my hand sawed off the other night," he says nonchalantly, as though it's a regular occurrence for him. Violent kinks like dismemberment and death-related ones, probably, and Angel just unfortunately has to suffer them. Needless to say, he'd be envious and even angry at people who don't have to suffer what he does during this time of year.

[bartender-husk]

Husk's expression turned to one of horror for a moment, no wonder with what Angel was telling him before he let out a sigh.

"Oh... Fuck, i'm sorry you have to go through all that, i... Is there anything i can do to help you feel better?" He was offering some kind of comfort to his boyfriend, which should mean a lot considering he isn't usually the cuddly type, only ever with Angel. He wanted the spider to feel better.

[slutty-spider-polka-pop]

"Just... Just don't fuckin' touch me, capisce?" he asks. It makes sense. When he has to suffer such vile pains this time of year, any touch would seem dangerous. Which is likely why he's killing, too. Intimacy as a whole lately would naturally give him the feeling of being in danger, even if it isn't his own.

[bartender-husk]

He sighed and nodded in understanding, he was going to respect Angel's boundaries as he didn't want to upset the guy further. Accidentally killing Husk would probably send Angel into a very bad state too. "Got it." He sat down by the pavement and patted the space beside him. "Come sit with me, let's just relax a bit." Asking him to join, it was clear he was still trying to comfort his boyfriend even if he was just told to not touch.