the seven deadly sins ; a group of vices that are believed to be the root of evil . demons who are the heart and body of each notable sin . the council that aids the ruler in taking charge of the infernal realm .
this account will be the home to the deadly sins that reside within the infernal realm's grand castle and play individual roles to ensure the infernal realm thrives. each of them will have a distinct personality and will be displayed as such. this does not reflect on the admin's views of others.
please view beneath the cut for more information on how to speak with the sins & how each will present themselves.
realm details
SENDING IN ASKS :
if you wish to speak with a specific sin, you must address them by their name first. example would be: 'Satan, how do you deal with .... '.
if the name is referenced later or not mentioned at all, another sin will answer instead. this is to follow the 'summoning process' that demons use in order to speak with others.
NSFW ASKS :
nsfw questions are welcome, but please be aware that only asmodeus - the sin of lust - will reciprocate interest. all of the other sins do not care for this and may respond poorly.
HOW EACH SIN WILL PRESENT THEMSELVES :
every response will have a tag with the sin's name and 'speaking' at the end (eg. leviathan speaking). on top of that, actions will be colour coded as such: leviathan, mammon, beezlebub, asmodeus and satan.
if death and life are needed within threads, they will now be presented as purple. these two are no longer available or present for asks.
With the proposition in place, the demon thinking on it for a while, Mammon grinned.
Very well. Then let us proceed. You first.
Assuming Io entered, inside it would be dark at first. All that the man would be able to see was a simple, oak table and some cushiony chairs, one on each side. Mammon gestured towards one of the seats before taking his own.
The moment Io would do just that, a bright light suddenly flashed, brightening the domain up. The portal immediately closed with an eerie hum, and standing before them would be a tall, dominating demon. Long, ginger hair that covered its eyes, lanky in body yet arms bulky and clawed. Spikes trailed down each arm, circling around its wrists.
Its tail looked similar to Mammon’s, only longer. Its horns were huge, almost heavy looking, as it stared at Io entering by following him with its eyes. Other than that, it made no other movement.
This here, is me. Just a projection. ‘I’ will be the dealer. ‘I’ will ask questions, and the pair of us will answer. I will ask in Infernal, though something tells me you are capable of speaking our language.
The game starts…
A grin crossed his face.
Now.
In that moment, the demonic projection moved, moving its claws across the space to conjure up a question. Infernal runes that were constantly shifting and changing appeared before him, before it landed on one.
Suddenly, a partition was placed on the table between Io and Mammon; now, Io would not be able to hear Mammon, vise versa. A way to make the game ‘fair’.
“Name the shortest war in Earth’s history, and declare how long it lasted.”
( @infernussins )
Perhaps he should've been anxious as he entered the darkened domain. Perhaps the sight of the giant demon should've stirred something deep in his soul. But this was Io. The only negative feeling being that of disappointment that he'd reached the end of his joint. But that disappointment was quickly replaced by fascination in the intimidating projection.
A rather impressive physique!
Fear not, Oberon. He wasn't flirting. If anything it was an almost scientific observation.
He clapped his excitement at the chance to speak and read Infernal. A non-issue as the sin correctly assumed. And with that, the game began.
In all honesty, he had expected a bit of trickery. Perhaps a lack of impartiality. But when the first question was Earth history, well, he was elated.
Oh! That would be the Anglo-Zanzibar War! With a mere duration of 38-45 minutes. Exact records vary. You know how imprecise humans can be.
He gave a little a wink and a smile. This was fun!
Well, it wouldn't have mattered to Mammon if Io was flirting. Mammon wasn't interested. In fact, none of the sins were. Except... maybe Asmodeus. But that whore would also be inviting Oberon to join, because of course they would.
Anyway. Moving on.
The demonic projection merely stared at Io when he answered, before its head snapped towards Mammon. Bones could be heard cracking, almost as if it was a stiff puppet being moved for the first time in years.
Io wouldn't be able to hear the sins answer, but it would be the same. The Anglo-Zanzibar War, with the duration of 38-45 minutes.
There would be no other reaction from the demon. In fact, all that happened was that the next question came.
"The Great Pyramid of Giza was built as a tomb for which pharaoh?"
Chuckling, Mammon would lean back in his seat and gesture lazily with his hand.
That would be Khufu, silly ol' me. In fact, he ruled from 2589 to 2566 BCE, and he was the one to commission it.
Ember eyes roved around taking it all in. He watched with great interest as the projection's head snapped to the demon on the other side of the partition. The bony structure and impressive form was certainly something to behold. If only he had his notebook...
Another confident smile as the next question was asked. More earth history! Lucky him!
That would be Pharaoh Khufu, known as Cheops in certain contexts. Ruler of the Fourth Dynasty!
Oh. If only Oberon were here, the sunny man thought. What great practice this would be for both his Earth history and his Infernal language learning!
Somewhere back in the Reliquary the moth's eye twitched despite being face-down drooling.
Io would only know if Mammon had gotten the question right by the fact the game had yet to end, though he was not surprised the sin was keeping up. A little smirk as the game continued .
Once more, there would be no further response from the demonic projection. Just more staring. However, Io's assumption on how it worked would be correct, for instead it proceeded with the next question.
"Explain the difference between a demonic core and a demonic soul."
It seemed that the sin was quite aware of Io's fascination with species, especially with infernal. Whether it was by word of mouth from Xinalith or by the Sins' ability to understand individuals by a mere glimpse of their soul, it would be difficult to tell. The sins are incredibly powerful beings and didn't need to stare into one's soul for a long period of time after all. All it took was one glance and they could narrow things down.
Often times though, they simply didn't care enough. The Deadly Sins only care about themselves, after all.
Either way, it was an easy question for Mammon, but one to test Io's knowledge and studying.
Little flames danced to life in his eyes. A little "ooh" falling from the man. Such an interesting distinction, really.
A demon "soul" is that of an individual damned to the Infernal Realm. Or, incidentally, one that has been taken in a deal with a demon.
Meanwhile a core is the manifestation of the essence derived from the Infernal Realm's heart! A fascinating process used in the creation of Infernal spawn.
Leaning back, he crossed one leg over the other, still with that beaming smile.
You demons are ever so much more efficient than us Aurathi, I must say.
Once more, Io would be correct. It shouldn't be a surprise either that Mammon also got the answer correct; if he didn't... Xinalith should be having words with him, because how the fuck would a sin not know that?
Which meant that it was onto the next question! The large demon continued to stare at the sin, before it started to speak.
"What commodity was once so valuable it was used as currency and gave us the (english) word "salary"?"
Leaning back in his seat, leg slotted over one knee, Mammon even conjured up a little coin for him to flip in one hand. Why, of course he knew this one.
That would be 'salt'.
Seeing that Mammon answered, the projection would snap its head back towards Io, awaiting for his.
With the proposition in place, the demon thinking on it for a while, Mammon grinned.
Very well. Then let us proceed. You first.
Assuming Io entered, inside it would be dark at first. All that the man would be able to see was a simple, oak table and some cushiony chairs, one on each side. Mammon gestured towards one of the seats before taking his own.
The moment Io would do just that, a bright light suddenly flashed, brightening the domain up. The portal immediately closed with an eerie hum, and standing before them would be a tall, dominating demon. Long, ginger hair that covered its eyes, lanky in body yet arms bulky and clawed. Spikes trailed down each arm, circling around its wrists.
Its tail looked similar to Mammon’s, only longer. Its horns were huge, almost heavy looking, as it stared at Io entering by following him with its eyes. Other than that, it made no other movement.
This here, is me. Just a projection. ‘I’ will be the dealer. ‘I’ will ask questions, and the pair of us will answer. I will ask in Infernal, though something tells me you are capable of speaking our language.
The game starts…
A grin crossed his face.
Now.
In that moment, the demonic projection moved, moving its claws across the space to conjure up a question. Infernal runes that were constantly shifting and changing appeared before him, before it landed on one.
Suddenly, a partition was placed on the table between Io and Mammon; now, Io would not be able to hear Mammon, vise versa. A way to make the game ‘fair’.
“Name the shortest war in Earth’s history, and declare how long it lasted.”
( @infernussins )
Perhaps he should've been anxious as he entered the darkened domain. Perhaps the sight of the giant demon should've stirred something deep in his soul. But this was Io. The only negative feeling being that of disappointment that he'd reached the end of his joint. But that disappointment was quickly replaced by fascination in the intimidating projection.
A rather impressive physique!
Fear not, Oberon. He wasn't flirting. If anything it was an almost scientific observation.
He clapped his excitement at the chance to speak and read Infernal. A non-issue as the sin correctly assumed. And with that, the game began.
In all honesty, he had expected a bit of trickery. Perhaps a lack of impartiality. But when the first question was Earth history, well, he was elated.
Oh! That would be the Anglo-Zanzibar War! With a mere duration of 38-45 minutes. Exact records vary. You know how imprecise humans can be.
He gave a little a wink and a smile. This was fun!
Well, it wouldn't have mattered to Mammon if Io was flirting. Mammon wasn't interested. In fact, none of the sins were. Except... maybe Asmodeus. But that whore would also be inviting Oberon to join, because of course they would.
Anyway. Moving on.
The demonic projection merely stared at Io when he answered, before its head snapped towards Mammon. Bones could be heard cracking, almost as if it was a stiff puppet being moved for the first time in years.
Io wouldn't be able to hear the sins answer, but it would be the same. The Anglo-Zanzibar War, with the duration of 38-45 minutes.
There would be no other reaction from the demon. In fact, all that happened was that the next question came.
"The Great Pyramid of Giza was built as a tomb for which pharaoh?"
Chuckling, Mammon would lean back in his seat and gesture lazily with his hand.
That would be Khufu, silly ol' me. In fact, he ruled from 2589 to 2566 BCE, and he was the one to commission it.
Ember eyes roved around taking it all in. He watched with great interest as the projection's head snapped to the demon on the other side of the partition. The bony structure and impressive form was certainly something to behold. If only he had his notebook...
Another confident smile as the next question was asked. More earth history! Lucky him!
That would be Pharaoh Khufu, known as Cheops in certain contexts. Ruler of the Fourth Dynasty!
Oh. If only Oberon were here, the sunny man thought. What great practice this would be for both his Earth history and his Infernal language learning!
Somewhere back in the Reliquary the moth's eye twitched despite being face-down drooling.
Io would only know if Mammon had gotten the question right by the fact the game had yet to end, though he was not surprised the sin was keeping up. A little smirk as the game continued .
Once more, there would be no further response from the demonic projection. Just more staring. However, Io's assumption on how it worked would be correct, for instead it proceeded with the next question.
"Explain the difference between a demonic core and a demonic soul."
It seemed that the sin was quite aware of Io's fascination with species, especially with infernal. Whether it was by word of mouth from Xinalith or by the Sins' ability to understand individuals by a mere glimpse of their soul, it would be difficult to tell. The sins are incredibly powerful beings and didn't need to stare into one's soul for a long period of time after all. All it took was one glance and they could narrow things down.
Often times though, they simply didn't care enough. The Deadly Sins only care about themselves, after all.
Either way, it was an easy question for Mammon, but one to test Io's knowledge and studying.
With the proposition in place, the demon thinking on it for a while, Mammon grinned.
Very well. Then let us proceed. You first.
Assuming Io entered, inside it would be dark at first. All that the man would be able to see was a simple, oak table and some cushiony chairs, one on each side. Mammon gestured towards one of the seats before taking his own.
The moment Io would do just that, a bright light suddenly flashed, brightening the domain up. The portal immediately closed with an eerie hum, and standing before them would be a tall, dominating demon. Long, ginger hair that covered its eyes, lanky in body yet arms bulky and clawed. Spikes trailed down each arm, circling around its wrists.
Its tail looked similar to Mammon’s, only longer. Its horns were huge, almost heavy looking, as it stared at Io entering by following him with its eyes. Other than that, it made no other movement.
This here, is me. Just a projection. ‘I’ will be the dealer. ‘I’ will ask questions, and the pair of us will answer. I will ask in Infernal, though something tells me you are capable of speaking our language.
The game starts…
A grin crossed his face.
Now.
In that moment, the demonic projection moved, moving its claws across the space to conjure up a question. Infernal runes that were constantly shifting and changing appeared before him, before it landed on one.
Suddenly, a partition was placed on the table between Io and Mammon; now, Io would not be able to hear Mammon, vise versa. A way to make the game ‘fair’.
“Name the shortest war in Earth’s history, and declare how long it lasted.”
( @infernussins )
Perhaps he should've been anxious as he entered the darkened domain. Perhaps the sight of the giant demon should've stirred something deep in his soul. But this was Io. The only negative feeling being that of disappointment that he'd reached the end of his joint. But that disappointment was quickly replaced by fascination in the intimidating projection.
A rather impressive physique!
Fear not, Oberon. He wasn't flirting. If anything it was an almost scientific observation.
He clapped his excitement at the chance to speak and read Infernal. A non-issue as the sin correctly assumed. And with that, the game began.
In all honesty, he had expected a bit of trickery. Perhaps a lack of impartiality. But when the first question was Earth history, well, he was elated.
Oh! That would be the Anglo-Zanzibar War! With a mere duration of 38-45 minutes. Exact records vary. You know how imprecise humans can be.
He gave a little a wink and a smile. This was fun!
Well, it wouldn't have mattered to Mammon if Io was flirting. Mammon wasn't interested. In fact, none of the sins were. Except... maybe Asmodeus. But that whore would also be inviting Oberon to join, because of course they would.
Anyway. Moving on.
The demonic projection merely stared at Io when he answered, before its head snapped towards Mammon. Bones could be heard cracking, almost as if it was a stiff puppet being moved for the first time in years.
Io wouldn't be able to hear the sins answer, but it would be the same. The Anglo-Zanzibar War, with the duration of 38-45 minutes.
There would be no other reaction from the demon. In fact, all that happened was that the next question came.
"The Great Pyramid of Giza was built as a tomb for which pharaoh?"
Chuckling, Mammon would lean back in his seat and gesture lazily with his hand.
That would be Khufu, silly ol' me. In fact, he ruled from 2589 to 2566 BCE, and he was the one to commission it.
And so, everyone was switched around as suggested, though... poor Kalaren had apparently passed out. Of course, this made Luxian's tail puff up, because of course he was worried! But worry not, for the donari was taking a good old snooze on a randomly conjured up bed beside Mammon.
Hells, Xinalith. Not even Lucifer had such a foul mouth!
How is he understanding them?!
"Bluubllu bl uh b- fucking asshole, I'll slap- ah, I can speak now. Hello."
Anyway... first question!
Which Disney character are they most like?
Xinalith could only stare. Well. They wrote down their answer.
Luxian, he had to hum a lot, before jotting his down. Then, he showed it to everyone. Of course, he made sure to doodle the character in question.
Eeyore!
A little "aww..." could be heard as they were forcefully switched. He liked team Xinalith. They were just getting their groove! But Oh! What's this?? The semon's other more theatrical half? What a birthday indeed!
Pax! Nice go on the win.
Io congratulated him with a little handshake. Then his eyes narrowed.
Now let's crush these motherfuckers.
Oh wow. Yeah. He was plastered.
-# not you though, Obie dear ♡
Looking over the man a moment he jotted down what he thought was the most accurate fit.
Of course Pax was Sleeping Beauty. It made so much sense! Taking his punishment shot, he finally hit his first bad one of the night.
Oh hells what- ack- good gracious- oh! They speak French?? I didn't know they could speak French!! Did you know they could speak French?!?!
Bouncing on the balls of his feet, Io was gushing to Pax over the new development while trying to write down his answer.
No. It was his fault. Kalaren was dead and it was his fault. He killed him. Oh gods. And now he still had to do another shot. Maybe he really was Eeyore. Just a sad little guy who'd lose his own tail if it weren't attached. He took a shot that tasted like peppermint and-
Wait.
He patted his own ass.
{{ oh shit...my taiL! }}
With the question asked he blinked over at Luxian. Orange. Orange ears. Orange like a...
Kalaren was just...well passed out. Even drooling a bit. It wasn't Oberon's fault he was drinking before this happened. Awe look he was even doing little kicks like a dreaming dog. Who knows what he was thinking about.
I did know, they speak many languages, all sound so much more beautiful coming from their mouth. You should hear how they sound saying- ah well it doesn't matter.
Taking his shot it was a little floral but rather nice. He really was just breezing by all of this.
Something exotic that he's never tried before to go out with a bang
Garret on the other hand took his shot by sipping it. Oh great heavens that was Pink Whitney! A little too tart for his delicate taste.
Once more he gave Xinalith a little wave. Hello angry man. Hi.
As for his answer it was very logical and calculated, as in he tested it before and it would in fact be his last meal. 35 was the limit.
Luxian couldn't help but giggle, taking his shot. Ooh, this one was... hm, peach? Strong, that also went to his head, his own tail puffing up even more. But it was good!
"Oberon, you never had a tail. You didn't lose it!"
The answers were soon revealed, and if one panned a camera to Xinalith's face, they would be staring directly into it. This fucking cunt. But hey, would you look at that? Confetti shot out from behind Luxian and Oberon!
Oh please, don't apologize. We're getting to know one another.
Then the question.
Very well apparently.
Down went the shot and he froze. Was that raw egg? It had the texture of raw egg. This was bad. Oh his eyes were even glossing over as he tried not to choke.
Focus. Locking in on his answer he started writing and writing and writing and oh good lord Pax.
As for Garret he gently pushed his glasses up to answer Xinalith's question.
"Ah well I have a nut allergy and 35 is how many I can eat before I die, so 36 would kill me. The tums are because I don't want to die with an upset tummy."
Xinalith you shouldn't have asked. As for the question...
To put it simply, birthday boy... you got it wrong. All of you drink.
So, Xinalith took their shot... swallowed it... gagged... had to conjure up a bucket before crouching down behind the podium to spit whatever they had just swallowed into it. Because that shit was fucking disgusting.
"Eugh. Fuck you."
But hey, they were now slurring. So clearly, that hit the spot?
And even Luxian had a hard time with his, having to put a hand over his mouth once his went down. Oh, oh, no, that was awful. Horrendous, even. Disgusting. He needed water. Or juice. Or vodka. Or anything else.
Favourite thing about themselves?
Xinalith wrote down their answer and showed it off, whilst Luxian made a note of his own.
Probably the fact he has a wife or some shit. Fuck off. Fuck you, Garret. And fuck you too, Mammon. As for you Pax, fuck me. 🖤
Then he- oh gods that was a flavor- variety was the slice of life...or something like that. He just hoped he'd never have to have that particular spice again.
The next question took him several minutes to work out. Really. He just stood there frog-blinking. Little spinning wheel floating somewhere above his head probably.
Dammit he should he just said blow jobs.
Oberon had to excuse himself to be sick in a nearby bin. It didn't matter what the shot tasted like at this point. He was over his limit after the third.
Praying to anyone that would listen he scribbled out his best guess.
His creativity
Please for the love of all that was good let that be close enough.
At least this shot was good. And look he was eyeing Xinalith, a wink, more blown kisses. Why were they stewing over Garret when he was right here looking pretty?
Anyways.
His curiosity for the world
Garret on the other hand was once more sipping his drink.
"Wowzer that one is a doozy."
It was a green tea shot...that was it...it was fine.
"You're all so...creative! I don't think I've heard such words outside of when I have to fix pop up viruses on people's computers. Wowy."
Oh, if Pax was sending Xinalith the eyes, then they were only returning them. Trying their hardest to block out Garret and focus on him, it was a certain look. One that told the donari that when they got the chance, he was going to be their next meal. If they were over with him right now, you could bet your asses they would be all over him.
Quickly moving on before Garret ended up with a fire up his ass, the answers were all gathered and looked over. Pax and Io would have confetti shoot out from behind them, as well as Luxian and Oberon! Congratulations!
And for the rest of you:
Garret: Left earlobe
Luxian: My creativity!
Io: Sense of curiosity
"Are you fucking serious?"
Oh dear. Well, down went another shot. At the very least, it was cherry flavoured! Oh, they were also now getting a joint of... something. Poor Xinalith.
Clapping his hands, he cheered for Oberon getting it right! Yay!
"Well done, Oberon! We got a point! Oh, but are you doing okay? You look reeaallly... out of it. Please don't pass out."
And it was back to it!
What is something that they can't live without?
This question was easy for Xinalith, the demon already making a note of their answer.
Luxian hummed for a while before writing his, before showing it off. Awh, he drew Oberon drinking it as well!
Speaking of curiosity, he was already dipping back into the box of drugs. A powdery substance of some kind. One that made his pupils blow to the size of saucers. Excellent.
Pax had lived an exceptionally long life. Gone without at times. Though there was one thing...or demon, rather...he suspected the man couldn't live without.
Xinalith
{{ oh thaNk fuCk }}
Water. Was there water anywhere?
{{ i'm okay }}
No. No he wasn't. But even still the answer to the question came easy. He'd tried to live without it. Nearly a year, in fact. It hadn't worked.
Look Pax was doing his best but if he didn't know any better Xinalith was getting ragebaited by...wait who was Xinalith with? Well either way he wrote down his answer, a bunch of hearts, a doodle of them kissing, he was laying it on thick.
"I have a very nice left earlobe. It's a shame though because my right eyelid is nicer."
Now here's the thing, Garret didn't know Pax and Xinalith were together, how could he? All those looks could be anything so he wrote down the most obvious answer.
A Good Book
Now it was about this time Kalaren's regeneration had caught up, a little stretch as he sat up with a yawn and rubbed his eye. Stone cold sober.
"Hi guys! Oh this is still happeni-"
Before he could even finish his sentence he was sent back to the podium. Looking around he was beaming when he saw who he was with.
"Lotus! Hi! It's been so long, how are you? Churro still kidnapping people?"
Oh right, the game. Looking at the question he hummed for a long time.
Sugar
Seriously have you seen this lumen? She puts Xinalith to shame with how much she drinks. Though he supposed it could also be the animals and the garden, or the thread, look he just woke up leave him alone.
It took her a little while to adjust to… everything that was going on. At least she was paired with the most sober person there. (Well, other than that… random guy? She wasn't going to question it). Plus, it was nice seeing Kalaren after so long.
It has! And yeah, he's still being… himself. Sadly. But enough about me! How are things with your boyfriend?
She spoke as she wrote down her answer. Nymphe had no clue why she was going along with this game… eh. Why not? She had nothing to do anyway.
All the answers were gathered, Mammon looking around before confetti shot out from behind Io and Pax. And they were as followed:
Xinalith: Pax
Oberon: Io
Pax: Xinalith
Lotus: The Café
Gods. Aren't you just a bunch of fa- OW?!
Xinalith had shot a fireball at Mammon's head, which was now currently burning his hair. Lovely. Oh, but clearly, they didn't do anything. They were whistling around innocently... until the ruler was suddenly sprayed in the face with ice-cold water. Yes, ice cold. Even they hissed and shivered.
Got that from one of the virtues in the Neutral Realm. Turns out, the Celestial Realm has really cold water for us demons! Anyway, down boy.
"I am your ruler, you did not just call me b- STOP SPRAYING ME."
Moving on!
Name the first twenty digits of Pi.
As Luxian was thinking really, really hard on this, writing down his answer, Xinalith just stared at Garret. A really, really long stare.
Sighing, they wrote something down before showing the board.
3.14159265... something, something, apple pie, oh boy I love apple pie, my name is Garret and I am the most blandest human alive.
Seeing his answer, Io blew Oberon a kiss across the way. Even when the moth was drunk as a skunk he was still thinking of him. How precious.
Clicking his tongue at the next question though, he scribbled away his answer. Of course he knew the first twenty digits of pi. Who didn't know the first twenty digits of pi??
Now Oberon had no clue whether or not Luxian knew the answer. However, and no offense Lux, he assumed the answer was probably no. And in all fairness, despite knowing the digits by proxy of Io- he was far too drunk to recall them at the moment.
See here was the problem, Io absolutely would know this, and Pax...
3.14159265358979323846
Well actually he did. Due to his creation magic he was very good at math. A walking calculator really, he made split second calculations in his head to use his magic after all.
Love you handsome, I'll warm you up soon.
Garret softly chuckled.
"Oh that's some good ribbing. You are a hoot."
Kalaren on the other hand blinked. A long blink. He didn't even like pie.
Nymphe glanced at Kalaren's dazed expression. Something told her that he wouldn't be getting the answer.
Though, it's not like she knew it either, so she did what anyone would do and copied the person next to her. In this case, Pax! She began scribbling down what she could see on the other boards…
Buuut was soon distracted by Pax, even chuckling and waving at him once more.
"Ooh, please do. I'm oh-so cold and dying here."
Well, speaking of dying, someone was about to when the answers were all gathered. Once more, only Io and Pax has confetti shoot out from behind them, and when Xinalith saw what Garret had written? The demon clenched their jaw before snarling.
"I am sick of your shit-"
...Annd Garret was now going down. Hands wrapped around his neck and all. Now, Mammon could step in, buut... nah.
Anyway, speaking of!
Garret: 3.14159265358979323846
Luxian: 3.1415926535.... um.... Kal can we get pumpkin pie after this? :3
Io: 3.14159265358979323846
Kalaren: Pumpkin Pie Luxian Fav 🧡
Now, as much as the demon was changing up the questions, he was getting... frankly, bored. Glancing around at everyone, he seemed to be contemplating something before he grinned, leaning against his own little podium.
Next question.
How would they betray the one they care for most?
Well, that made Xinalith's head pop up, scarlets shooting towards Pax before glaring at Mammon. The mere thought of that alone made them want to throw this human at the sin. And start strangling them both at the same time.
Even Luxian lifted a brow, chestnuts glancing over to Kalaren as a small frown appeared, the vulpian simply shaking his head.
Even before the question had been asked, the party was starting to slip a bit sideways.
Obie was barely conscious. Kal and Nymphe just seemed...confused. Luxian was hungry, apparently. And Pax and Xinalith were busy undressing each other with their eyes.
Oh yeah. And then there was Garret.
He was fine.
Anyway! Up until now, even the stranger questions had been fun some way or another. But with this next one, the mood had clearly shifted.
No one wanted to justify that with an answer. No one.
So, with a joint between his fingers, Io leaned on his little table. A curious expression on his face.
Counter proposal.
He waited until he had Mammon's attention.
Let's you and I have ourselves a little wager. A battle of wits, of sorts. The rest can do as they please. I haven't yet had the chance to pick your brain, after all.
Crimsons shot towards Io when he started speaking, a brow lifted in response until the proposal was made. A long, thoughtful hum left the sin before he snapped his fingers, the set up disappearing and allow everyone to return to whoever they wanted.
I can't say no to that, now can I? Alright.
Mammon clapped three times before a large portal opened up behind him. Swirling with red, a mixture of gold specks, the sound of gold coins echoing in the distance as well as dice rolling, cards being tossed, you name it. The sin of greed, the overwhelming selfish desire of wealth, possessions and most of all, power. In this day and age, money related to power, which explained his obsession towards it.
You and I will enter my private domain. You will not be able to leave, and no one can enter. They will also be unable to see what goes on here; it truly is just us both.
We'll play whatever game you wish, and you will only be able to wander free once I deem the game won or lost.
If I win, I will get whatever I want from you. I care not for your soul, but your collection here would be of wonderful interest to me. It means a lot to you, does it not? Therefore, I want it.
But if you win, I will grant you whatever you want. Answers, a day out, perhaps even a little gift. A deal with a demon, if you will.
And so, everyone was switched around as suggested, though... poor Kalaren had apparently passed out. Of course, this made Luxian's tail puff up, because of course he was worried! But worry not, for the donari was taking a good old snooze on a randomly conjured up bed beside Mammon.
Hells, Xinalith. Not even Lucifer had such a foul mouth!
How is he understanding them?!
"Bluubllu bl uh b- fucking asshole, I'll slap- ah, I can speak now. Hello."
Anyway... first question!
Which Disney character are they most like?
Xinalith could only stare. Well. They wrote down their answer.
Luxian, he had to hum a lot, before jotting his down. Then, he showed it to everyone. Of course, he made sure to doodle the character in question.
Eeyore!
A little "aww..." could be heard as they were forcefully switched. He liked team Xinalith. They were just getting their groove! But Oh! What's this?? The semon's other more theatrical half? What a birthday indeed!
Pax! Nice go on the win.
Io congratulated him with a little handshake. Then his eyes narrowed.
Now let's crush these motherfuckers.
Oh wow. Yeah. He was plastered.
-# not you though, Obie dear ♡
Looking over the man a moment he jotted down what he thought was the most accurate fit.
Of course Pax was Sleeping Beauty. It made so much sense! Taking his punishment shot, he finally hit his first bad one of the night.
Oh hells what- ack- good gracious- oh! They speak French?? I didn't know they could speak French!! Did you know they could speak French?!?!
Bouncing on the balls of his feet, Io was gushing to Pax over the new development while trying to write down his answer.
No. It was his fault. Kalaren was dead and it was his fault. He killed him. Oh gods. And now he still had to do another shot. Maybe he really was Eeyore. Just a sad little guy who'd lose his own tail if it weren't attached. He took a shot that tasted like peppermint and-
Wait.
He patted his own ass.
{{ oh shit...my taiL! }}
With the question asked he blinked over at Luxian. Orange. Orange ears. Orange like a...
Kalaren was just...well passed out. Even drooling a bit. It wasn't Oberon's fault he was drinking before this happened. Awe look he was even doing little kicks like a dreaming dog. Who knows what he was thinking about.
I did know, they speak many languages, all sound so much more beautiful coming from their mouth. You should hear how they sound saying- ah well it doesn't matter.
Taking his shot it was a little floral but rather nice. He really was just breezing by all of this.
Something exotic that he's never tried before to go out with a bang
Garret on the other hand took his shot by sipping it. Oh great heavens that was Pink Whitney! A little too tart for his delicate taste.
Once more he gave Xinalith a little wave. Hello angry man. Hi.
As for his answer it was very logical and calculated, as in he tested it before and it would in fact be his last meal. 35 was the limit.
Luxian couldn't help but giggle, taking his shot. Ooh, this one was... hm, peach? Strong, that also went to his head, his own tail puffing up even more. But it was good!
"Oberon, you never had a tail. You didn't lose it!"
The answers were soon revealed, and if one panned a camera to Xinalith's face, they would be staring directly into it. This fucking cunt. But hey, would you look at that? Confetti shot out from behind Luxian and Oberon!
Oh please, don't apologize. We're getting to know one another.
Then the question.
Very well apparently.
Down went the shot and he froze. Was that raw egg? It had the texture of raw egg. This was bad. Oh his eyes were even glossing over as he tried not to choke.
Focus. Locking in on his answer he started writing and writing and writing and oh good lord Pax.
As for Garret he gently pushed his glasses up to answer Xinalith's question.
"Ah well I have a nut allergy and 35 is how many I can eat before I die, so 36 would kill me. The tums are because I don't want to die with an upset tummy."
Xinalith you shouldn't have asked. As for the question...
To put it simply, birthday boy... you got it wrong. All of you drink.
So, Xinalith took their shot... swallowed it... gagged... had to conjure up a bucket before crouching down behind the podium to spit whatever they had just swallowed into it. Because that shit was fucking disgusting.
"Eugh. Fuck you."
But hey, they were now slurring. So clearly, that hit the spot?
And even Luxian had a hard time with his, having to put a hand over his mouth once his went down. Oh, oh, no, that was awful. Horrendous, even. Disgusting. He needed water. Or juice. Or vodka. Or anything else.
Favourite thing about themselves?
Xinalith wrote down their answer and showed it off, whilst Luxian made a note of his own.
Probably the fact he has a wife or some shit. Fuck off. Fuck you, Garret. And fuck you too, Mammon. As for you Pax, fuck me. 🖤
Then he- oh gods that was a flavor- variety was the slice of life...or something like that. He just hoped he'd never have to have that particular spice again.
The next question took him several minutes to work out. Really. He just stood there frog-blinking. Little spinning wheel floating somewhere above his head probably.
Dammit he should he just said blow jobs.
Oberon had to excuse himself to be sick in a nearby bin. It didn't matter what the shot tasted like at this point. He was over his limit after the third.
Praying to anyone that would listen he scribbled out his best guess.
His creativity
Please for the love of all that was good let that be close enough.
At least this shot was good. And look he was eyeing Xinalith, a wink, more blown kisses. Why were they stewing over Garret when he was right here looking pretty?
Anyways.
His curiosity for the world
Garret on the other hand was once more sipping his drink.
"Wowzer that one is a doozy."
It was a green tea shot...that was it...it was fine.
"You're all so...creative! I don't think I've heard such words outside of when I have to fix pop up viruses on people's computers. Wowy."
Oh, if Pax was sending Xinalith the eyes, then they were only returning them. Trying their hardest to block out Garret and focus on him, it was a certain look. One that told the donari that when they got the chance, he was going to be their next meal. If they were over with him right now, you could bet your asses they would be all over him.
Quickly moving on before Garret ended up with a fire up his ass, the answers were all gathered and looked over. Pax and Io would have confetti shoot out from behind them, as well as Luxian and Oberon! Congratulations!
And for the rest of you:
Garret: Left earlobe
Luxian: My creativity!
Io: Sense of curiosity
"Are you fucking serious?"
Oh dear. Well, down went another shot. At the very least, it was cherry flavoured! Oh, they were also now getting a joint of... something. Poor Xinalith.
Clapping his hands, he cheered for Oberon getting it right! Yay!
"Well done, Oberon! We got a point! Oh, but are you doing okay? You look reeaallly... out of it. Please don't pass out."
And it was back to it!
What is something that they can't live without?
This question was easy for Xinalith, the demon already making a note of their answer.
Luxian hummed for a while before writing his, before showing it off. Awh, he drew Oberon drinking it as well!
Speaking of curiosity, he was already dipping back into the box of drugs. A powdery substance of some kind. One that made his pupils blow to the size of saucers. Excellent.
Pax had lived an exceptionally long life. Gone without at times. Though there was one thing...or demon, rather...he suspected the man couldn't live without.
Xinalith
{{ oh thaNk fuCk }}
Water. Was there water anywhere?
{{ i'm okay }}
No. No he wasn't. But even still the answer to the question came easy. He'd tried to live without it. Nearly a year, in fact. It hadn't worked.
Look Pax was doing his best but if he didn't know any better Xinalith was getting ragebaited by...wait who was Xinalith with? Well either way he wrote down his answer, a bunch of hearts, a doodle of them kissing, he was laying it on thick.
"I have a very nice left earlobe. It's a shame though because my right eyelid is nicer."
Now here's the thing, Garret didn't know Pax and Xinalith were together, how could he? All those looks could be anything so he wrote down the most obvious answer.
A Good Book
Now it was about this time Kalaren's regeneration had caught up, a little stretch as he sat up with a yawn and rubbed his eye. Stone cold sober.
"Hi guys! Oh this is still happeni-"
Before he could even finish his sentence he was sent back to the podium. Looking around he was beaming when he saw who he was with.
"Lotus! Hi! It's been so long, how are you? Churro still kidnapping people?"
Oh right, the game. Looking at the question he hummed for a long time.
Sugar
Seriously have you seen this lumen? She puts Xinalith to shame with how much she drinks. Though he supposed it could also be the animals and the garden, or the thread, look he just woke up leave him alone.
It took her a little while to adjust to… everything that was going on. At least she was paired with the most sober person there. (Well, other than that… random guy? She wasn't going to question it). Plus, it was nice seeing Kalaren after so long.
It has! And yeah, he's still being… himself. Sadly. But enough about me! How are things with your boyfriend?
She spoke as she wrote down her answer. Nymphe had no clue why she was going along with this game… eh. Why not? She had nothing to do anyway.
All the answers were gathered, Mammon looking around before confetti shot out from behind Io and Pax. And they were as followed:
Xinalith: Pax
Oberon: Io
Pax: Xinalith
Lotus: The Café
Gods. Aren't you just a bunch of fa- OW?!
Xinalith had shot a fireball at Mammon's head, which was now currently burning his hair. Lovely. Oh, but clearly, they didn't do anything. They were whistling around innocently... until the ruler was suddenly sprayed in the face with ice-cold water. Yes, ice cold. Even they hissed and shivered.
Got that from one of the virtues in the Neutral Realm. Turns out, the Celestial Realm has really cold water for us demons! Anyway, down boy.
"I am your ruler, you did not just call me b- STOP SPRAYING ME."
Moving on!
Name the first twenty digits of Pi.
As Luxian was thinking really, really hard on this, writing down his answer, Xinalith just stared at Garret. A really, really long stare.
Sighing, they wrote something down before showing the board.
3.14159265... something, something, apple pie, oh boy I love apple pie, my name is Garret and I am the most blandest human alive.
Seeing his answer, Io blew Oberon a kiss across the way. Even when the moth was drunk as a skunk he was still thinking of him. How precious.
Clicking his tongue at the next question though, he scribbled away his answer. Of course he knew the first twenty digits of pi. Who didn't know the first twenty digits of pi??
Now Oberon had no clue whether or not Luxian knew the answer. However, and no offense Lux, he assumed the answer was probably no. And in all fairness, despite knowing the digits by proxy of Io- he was far too drunk to recall them at the moment.
See here was the problem, Io absolutely would know this, and Pax...
3.14159265358979323846
Well actually he did. Due to his creation magic he was very good at math. A walking calculator really, he made split second calculations in his head to use his magic after all.
Love you handsome, I'll warm you up soon.
Garret softly chuckled.
"Oh that's some good ribbing. You are a hoot."
Kalaren on the other hand blinked. A long blink. He didn't even like pie.
Nymphe glanced at Kalaren's dazed expression. Something told her that he wouldn't be getting the answer.
Though, it's not like she knew it either, so she did what anyone would do and copied the person next to her. In this case, Pax! She began scribbling down what she could see on the other boards…
Buuut was soon distracted by Pax, even chuckling and waving at him once more.
"Ooh, please do. I'm oh-so cold and dying here."
Well, speaking of dying, someone was about to when the answers were all gathered. Once more, only Io and Pax has confetti shoot out from behind them, and when Xinalith saw what Garret had written? The demon clenched their jaw before snarling.
"I am sick of your shit-"
...Annd Garret was now going down. Hands wrapped around his neck and all. Now, Mammon could step in, buut... nah.
Anyway, speaking of!
Garret: 3.14159265358979323846
Luxian: 3.1415926535.... um.... Kal can we get pumpkin pie after this? :3
Io: 3.14159265358979323846
Kalaren: Pumpkin Pie Luxian Fav 🧡
Now, as much as the demon was changing up the questions, he was getting... frankly, bored. Glancing around at everyone, he seemed to be contemplating something before he grinned, leaning against his own little podium.
Next question.
How would they betray the one they care for most?
Well, that made Xinalith's head pop up, scarlets shooting towards Pax before glaring at Mammon. The mere thought of that alone made them want to throw this human at the sin. And start strangling them both at the same time.
Even Luxian lifted a brow, chestnuts glancing over to Kalaren as a small frown appeared, the vulpian simply shaking his head.
And so, everyone was switched around as suggested, though... poor Kalaren had apparently passed out. Of course, this made Luxian's tail puff up, because of course he was worried! But worry not, for the donari was taking a good old snooze on a randomly conjured up bed beside Mammon.
Hells, Xinalith. Not even Lucifer had such a foul mouth!
How is he understanding them?!
"Bluubllu bl uh b- fucking asshole, I'll slap- ah, I can speak now. Hello."
Anyway... first question!
Which Disney character are they most like?
Xinalith could only stare. Well. They wrote down their answer.
Luxian, he had to hum a lot, before jotting his down. Then, he showed it to everyone. Of course, he made sure to doodle the character in question.
Eeyore!
A little "aww..." could be heard as they were forcefully switched. He liked team Xinalith. They were just getting their groove! But Oh! What's this?? The semon's other more theatrical half? What a birthday indeed!
Pax! Nice go on the win.
Io congratulated him with a little handshake. Then his eyes narrowed.
Now let's crush these motherfuckers.
Oh wow. Yeah. He was plastered.
-# not you though, Obie dear ♡
Looking over the man a moment he jotted down what he thought was the most accurate fit.
Of course Pax was Sleeping Beauty. It made so much sense! Taking his punishment shot, he finally hit his first bad one of the night.
Oh hells what- ack- good gracious- oh! They speak French?? I didn't know they could speak French!! Did you know they could speak French?!?!
Bouncing on the balls of his feet, Io was gushing to Pax over the new development while trying to write down his answer.
No. It was his fault. Kalaren was dead and it was his fault. He killed him. Oh gods. And now he still had to do another shot. Maybe he really was Eeyore. Just a sad little guy who'd lose his own tail if it weren't attached. He took a shot that tasted like peppermint and-
Wait.
He patted his own ass.
{{ oh shit...my taiL! }}
With the question asked he blinked over at Luxian. Orange. Orange ears. Orange like a...
Kalaren was just...well passed out. Even drooling a bit. It wasn't Oberon's fault he was drinking before this happened. Awe look he was even doing little kicks like a dreaming dog. Who knows what he was thinking about.
I did know, they speak many languages, all sound so much more beautiful coming from their mouth. You should hear how they sound saying- ah well it doesn't matter.
Taking his shot it was a little floral but rather nice. He really was just breezing by all of this.
Something exotic that he's never tried before to go out with a bang
Garret on the other hand took his shot by sipping it. Oh great heavens that was Pink Whitney! A little too tart for his delicate taste.
Once more he gave Xinalith a little wave. Hello angry man. Hi.
As for his answer it was very logical and calculated, as in he tested it before and it would in fact be his last meal. 35 was the limit.
Luxian couldn't help but giggle, taking his shot. Ooh, this one was... hm, peach? Strong, that also went to his head, his own tail puffing up even more. But it was good!
"Oberon, you never had a tail. You didn't lose it!"
The answers were soon revealed, and if one panned a camera to Xinalith's face, they would be staring directly into it. This fucking cunt. But hey, would you look at that? Confetti shot out from behind Luxian and Oberon!
Oh please, don't apologize. We're getting to know one another.
Then the question.
Very well apparently.
Down went the shot and he froze. Was that raw egg? It had the texture of raw egg. This was bad. Oh his eyes were even glossing over as he tried not to choke.
Focus. Locking in on his answer he started writing and writing and writing and oh good lord Pax.
As for Garret he gently pushed his glasses up to answer Xinalith's question.
"Ah well I have a nut allergy and 35 is how many I can eat before I die, so 36 would kill me. The tums are because I don't want to die with an upset tummy."
Xinalith you shouldn't have asked. As for the question...
To put it simply, birthday boy... you got it wrong. All of you drink.
So, Xinalith took their shot... swallowed it... gagged... had to conjure up a bucket before crouching down behind the podium to spit whatever they had just swallowed into it. Because that shit was fucking disgusting.
"Eugh. Fuck you."
But hey, they were now slurring. So clearly, that hit the spot?
And even Luxian had a hard time with his, having to put a hand over his mouth once his went down. Oh, oh, no, that was awful. Horrendous, even. Disgusting. He needed water. Or juice. Or vodka. Or anything else.
Favourite thing about themselves?
Xinalith wrote down their answer and showed it off, whilst Luxian made a note of his own.
Probably the fact he has a wife or some shit. Fuck off. Fuck you, Garret. And fuck you too, Mammon. As for you Pax, fuck me. 🖤
Then he- oh gods that was a flavor- variety was the slice of life...or something like that. He just hoped he'd never have to have that particular spice again.
The next question took him several minutes to work out. Really. He just stood there frog-blinking. Little spinning wheel floating somewhere above his head probably.
Dammit he should he just said blow jobs.
Oberon had to excuse himself to be sick in a nearby bin. It didn't matter what the shot tasted like at this point. He was over his limit after the third.
Praying to anyone that would listen he scribbled out his best guess.
His creativity
Please for the love of all that was good let that be close enough.
At least this shot was good. And look he was eyeing Xinalith, a wink, more blown kisses. Why were they stewing over Garret when he was right here looking pretty?
Anyways.
His curiosity for the world
Garret on the other hand was once more sipping his drink.
"Wowzer that one is a doozy."
It was a green tea shot...that was it...it was fine.
"You're all so...creative! I don't think I've heard such words outside of when I have to fix pop up viruses on people's computers. Wowy."
Oh, if Pax was sending Xinalith the eyes, then they were only returning them. Trying their hardest to block out Garret and focus on him, it was a certain look. One that told the donari that when they got the chance, he was going to be their next meal. If they were over with him right now, you could bet your asses they would be all over him.
Quickly moving on before Garret ended up with a fire up his ass, the answers were all gathered and looked over. Pax and Io would have confetti shoot out from behind them, as well as Luxian and Oberon! Congratulations!
And for the rest of you:
Garret: Left earlobe
Luxian: My creativity!
Io: Sense of curiosity
"Are you fucking serious?"
Oh dear. Well, down went another shot. At the very least, it was cherry flavoured! Oh, they were also now getting a joint of... something. Poor Xinalith.
Clapping his hands, he cheered for Oberon getting it right! Yay!
"Well done, Oberon! We got a point! Oh, but are you doing okay? You look reeaallly... out of it. Please don't pass out."
And it was back to it!
What is something that they can't live without?
This question was easy for Xinalith, the demon already making a note of their answer.
Luxian hummed for a while before writing his, before showing it off. Awh, he drew Oberon drinking it as well!
Speaking of curiosity, he was already dipping back into the box of drugs. A powdery substance of some kind. One that made his pupils blow to the size of saucers. Excellent.
Pax had lived an exceptionally long life. Gone without at times. Though there was one thing...or demon, rather...he suspected the man couldn't live without.
Xinalith
{{ oh thaNk fuCk }}
Water. Was there water anywhere?
{{ i'm okay }}
No. No he wasn't. But even still the answer to the question came easy. He'd tried to live without it. Nearly a year, in fact. It hadn't worked.
Look Pax was doing his best but if he didn't know any better Xinalith was getting ragebaited by...wait who was Xinalith with? Well either way he wrote down his answer, a bunch of hearts, a doodle of them kissing, he was laying it on thick.
"I have a very nice left earlobe. It's a shame though because my right eyelid is nicer."
Now here's the thing, Garret didn't know Pax and Xinalith were together, how could he? All those looks could be anything so he wrote down the most obvious answer.
A Good Book
Now it was about this time Kalaren's regeneration had caught up, a little stretch as he sat up with a yawn and rubbed his eye. Stone cold sober.
"Hi guys! Oh this is still happeni-"
Before he could even finish his sentence he was sent back to the podium. Looking around he was beaming when he saw who he was with.
"Lotus! Hi! It's been so long, how are you? Churro still kidnapping people?"
Oh right, the game. Looking at the question he hummed for a long time.
Sugar
Seriously have you seen this lumen? She puts Xinalith to shame with how much she drinks. Though he supposed it could also be the animals and the garden, or the thread, look he just woke up leave him alone.
It took her a little while to adjust to… everything that was going on. At least she was paired with the most sober person there. (Well, other than that… random guy? She wasn't going to question it). Plus, it was nice seeing Kalaren after so long.
It has! And yeah, he's still being… himself. Sadly. But enough about me! How are things with your boyfriend?
She spoke as she wrote down her answer. Nymphe had no clue why she was going along with this game… eh. Why not? She had nothing to do anyway.
All the answers were gathered, Mammon looking around before confetti shot out from behind Io and Pax. And they were as followed:
Xinalith: Pax
Oberon: Io
Pax: Xinalith
Lotus: The Café
Gods. Aren't you just a bunch of fa- OW?!
Xinalith had shot a fireball at Mammon's head, which was now currently burning his hair. Lovely. Oh, but clearly, they didn't do anything. They were whistling around innocently... until the ruler was suddenly sprayed in the face with ice-cold water. Yes, ice cold. Even they hissed and shivered.
Got that from one of the virtues in the Neutral Realm. Turns out, the Celestial Realm has really cold water for us demons! Anyway, down boy.
"I am your ruler, you did not just call me b- STOP SPRAYING ME."
Moving on!
Name the first twenty digits of Pi.
As Luxian was thinking really, really hard on this, writing down his answer, Xinalith just stared at Garret. A really, really long stare.
Sighing, they wrote something down before showing the board.
3.14159265... something, something, apple pie, oh boy I love apple pie, my name is Garret and I am the most blandest human alive.
And so, everyone was switched around as suggested, though... poor Kalaren had apparently passed out. Of course, this made Luxian's tail puff up, because of course he was worried! But worry not, for the donari was taking a good old snooze on a randomly conjured up bed beside Mammon.
Hells, Xinalith. Not even Lucifer had such a foul mouth!
How is he understanding them?!
"Bluubllu bl uh b- fucking asshole, I'll slap- ah, I can speak now. Hello."
Anyway... first question!
Which Disney character are they most like?
Xinalith could only stare. Well. They wrote down their answer.
Luxian, he had to hum a lot, before jotting his down. Then, he showed it to everyone. Of course, he made sure to doodle the character in question.
Eeyore!
A little "aww..." could be heard as they were forcefully switched. He liked team Xinalith. They were just getting their groove! But Oh! What's this?? The semon's other more theatrical half? What a birthday indeed!
Pax! Nice go on the win.
Io congratulated him with a little handshake. Then his eyes narrowed.
Now let's crush these motherfuckers.
Oh wow. Yeah. He was plastered.
-# not you though, Obie dear ♡
Looking over the man a moment he jotted down what he thought was the most accurate fit.
Of course Pax was Sleeping Beauty. It made so much sense! Taking his punishment shot, he finally hit his first bad one of the night.
Oh hells what- ack- good gracious- oh! They speak French?? I didn't know they could speak French!! Did you know they could speak French?!?!
Bouncing on the balls of his feet, Io was gushing to Pax over the new development while trying to write down his answer.
No. It was his fault. Kalaren was dead and it was his fault. He killed him. Oh gods. And now he still had to do another shot. Maybe he really was Eeyore. Just a sad little guy who'd lose his own tail if it weren't attached. He took a shot that tasted like peppermint and-
Wait.
He patted his own ass.
{{ oh shit...my taiL! }}
With the question asked he blinked over at Luxian. Orange. Orange ears. Orange like a...
Kalaren was just...well passed out. Even drooling a bit. It wasn't Oberon's fault he was drinking before this happened. Awe look he was even doing little kicks like a dreaming dog. Who knows what he was thinking about.
I did know, they speak many languages, all sound so much more beautiful coming from their mouth. You should hear how they sound saying- ah well it doesn't matter.
Taking his shot it was a little floral but rather nice. He really was just breezing by all of this.
Something exotic that he's never tried before to go out with a bang
Garret on the other hand took his shot by sipping it. Oh great heavens that was Pink Whitney! A little too tart for his delicate taste.
Once more he gave Xinalith a little wave. Hello angry man. Hi.
As for his answer it was very logical and calculated, as in he tested it before and it would in fact be his last meal. 35 was the limit.
Luxian couldn't help but giggle, taking his shot. Ooh, this one was... hm, peach? Strong, that also went to his head, his own tail puffing up even more. But it was good!
"Oberon, you never had a tail. You didn't lose it!"
The answers were soon revealed, and if one panned a camera to Xinalith's face, they would be staring directly into it. This fucking cunt. But hey, would you look at that? Confetti shot out from behind Luxian and Oberon!
Oh please, don't apologize. We're getting to know one another.
Then the question.
Very well apparently.
Down went the shot and he froze. Was that raw egg? It had the texture of raw egg. This was bad. Oh his eyes were even glossing over as he tried not to choke.
Focus. Locking in on his answer he started writing and writing and writing and oh good lord Pax.
As for Garret he gently pushed his glasses up to answer Xinalith's question.
"Ah well I have a nut allergy and 35 is how many I can eat before I die, so 36 would kill me. The tums are because I don't want to die with an upset tummy."
Xinalith you shouldn't have asked. As for the question...
To put it simply, birthday boy... you got it wrong. All of you drink.
So, Xinalith took their shot... swallowed it... gagged... had to conjure up a bucket before crouching down behind the podium to spit whatever they had just swallowed into it. Because that shit was fucking disgusting.
"Eugh. Fuck you."
But hey, they were now slurring. So clearly, that hit the spot?
And even Luxian had a hard time with his, having to put a hand over his mouth once his went down. Oh, oh, no, that was awful. Horrendous, even. Disgusting. He needed water. Or juice. Or vodka. Or anything else.
Favourite thing about themselves?
Xinalith wrote down their answer and showed it off, whilst Luxian made a note of his own.
Probably the fact he has a wife or some shit. Fuck off. Fuck you, Garret. And fuck you too, Mammon. As for you Pax, fuck me. 🖤
Then he- oh gods that was a flavor- variety was the slice of life...or something like that. He just hoped he'd never have to have that particular spice again.
The next question took him several minutes to work out. Really. He just stood there frog-blinking. Little spinning wheel floating somewhere above his head probably.
Dammit he should he just said blow jobs.
Oberon had to excuse himself to be sick in a nearby bin. It didn't matter what the shot tasted like at this point. He was over his limit after the third.
Praying to anyone that would listen he scribbled out his best guess.
His creativity
Please for the love of all that was good let that be close enough.
At least this shot was good. And look he was eyeing Xinalith, a wink, more blown kisses. Why were they stewing over Garret when he was right here looking pretty?
Anyways.
His curiosity for the world
Garret on the other hand was once more sipping his drink.
"Wowzer that one is a doozy."
It was a green tea shot...that was it...it was fine.
"You're all so...creative! I don't think I've heard such words outside of when I have to fix pop up viruses on people's computers. Wowy."
Oh, if Pax was sending Xinalith the eyes, then they were only returning them. Trying their hardest to block out Garret and focus on him, it was a certain look. One that told the donari that when they got the chance, he was going to be their next meal. If they were over with him right now, you could bet your asses they would be all over him.
Quickly moving on before Garret ended up with a fire up his ass, the answers were all gathered and looked over. Pax and Io would have confetti shoot out from behind them, as well as Luxian and Oberon! Congratulations!
And for the rest of you:
Garret: Left earlobe
Luxian: My creativity!
Io: Sense of curiosity
"Are you fucking serious?"
Oh dear. Well, down went another shot. At the very least, it was cherry flavoured! Oh, they were also now getting a joint of... something. Poor Xinalith.
Clapping his hands, he cheered for Oberon getting it right! Yay!
"Well done, Oberon! We got a point! Oh, but are you doing okay? You look reeaallly... out of it. Please don't pass out."
And it was back to it!
What is something that they can't live without?
This question was easy for Xinalith, the demon already making a note of their answer.
Luxian hummed for a while before writing his, before showing it off. Awh, he drew Oberon drinking it as well!
And so, everyone was switched around as suggested, though... poor Kalaren had apparently passed out. Of course, this made Luxian's tail puff up, because of course he was worried! But worry not, for the donari was taking a good old snooze on a randomly conjured up bed beside Mammon.
Hells, Xinalith. Not even Lucifer had such a foul mouth!
How is he understanding them?!
"Bluubllu bl uh b- fucking asshole, I'll slap- ah, I can speak now. Hello."
Anyway... first question!
Which Disney character are they most like?
Xinalith could only stare. Well. They wrote down their answer.
Luxian, he had to hum a lot, before jotting his down. Then, he showed it to everyone. Of course, he made sure to doodle the character in question.
Eeyore!
A little "aww..." could be heard as they were forcefully switched. He liked team Xinalith. They were just getting their groove! But Oh! What's this?? The semon's other more theatrical half? What a birthday indeed!
Pax! Nice go on the win.
Io congratulated him with a little handshake. Then his eyes narrowed.
Now let's crush these motherfuckers.
Oh wow. Yeah. He was plastered.
-# not you though, Obie dear ♡
Looking over the man a moment he jotted down what he thought was the most accurate fit.
Of course Pax was Sleeping Beauty. It made so much sense! Taking his punishment shot, he finally hit his first bad one of the night.
Oh hells what- ack- good gracious- oh! They speak French?? I didn't know they could speak French!! Did you know they could speak French?!?!
Bouncing on the balls of his feet, Io was gushing to Pax over the new development while trying to write down his answer.
No. It was his fault. Kalaren was dead and it was his fault. He killed him. Oh gods. And now he still had to do another shot. Maybe he really was Eeyore. Just a sad little guy who'd lose his own tail if it weren't attached. He took a shot that tasted like peppermint and-
Wait.
He patted his own ass.
{{ oh shit...my taiL! }}
With the question asked he blinked over at Luxian. Orange. Orange ears. Orange like a...
Kalaren was just...well passed out. Even drooling a bit. It wasn't Oberon's fault he was drinking before this happened. Awe look he was even doing little kicks like a dreaming dog. Who knows what he was thinking about.
I did know, they speak many languages, all sound so much more beautiful coming from their mouth. You should hear how they sound saying- ah well it doesn't matter.
Taking his shot it was a little floral but rather nice. He really was just breezing by all of this.
Something exotic that he's never tried before to go out with a bang
Garret on the other hand took his shot by sipping it. Oh great heavens that was Pink Whitney! A little too tart for his delicate taste.
Once more he gave Xinalith a little wave. Hello angry man. Hi.
As for his answer it was very logical and calculated, as in he tested it before and it would in fact be his last meal. 35 was the limit.
Luxian couldn't help but giggle, taking his shot. Ooh, this one was... hm, peach? Strong, that also went to his head, his own tail puffing up even more. But it was good!
"Oberon, you never had a tail. You didn't lose it!"
The answers were soon revealed, and if one panned a camera to Xinalith's face, they would be staring directly into it. This fucking cunt. But hey, would you look at that? Confetti shot out from behind Luxian and Oberon!
Oh please, don't apologize. We're getting to know one another.
Then the question.
Very well apparently.
Down went the shot and he froze. Was that raw egg? It had the texture of raw egg. This was bad. Oh his eyes were even glossing over as he tried not to choke.
Focus. Locking in on his answer he started writing and writing and writing and oh good lord Pax.
As for Garret he gently pushed his glasses up to answer Xinalith's question.
"Ah well I have a nut allergy and 35 is how many I can eat before I die, so 36 would kill me. The tums are because I don't want to die with an upset tummy."
Xinalith you shouldn't have asked. As for the question...
To put it simply, birthday boy... you got it wrong. All of you drink.
So, Xinalith took their shot... swallowed it... gagged... had to conjure up a bucket before crouching down behind the podium to spit whatever they had just swallowed into it. Because that shit was fucking disgusting.
"Eugh. Fuck you."
But hey, they were now slurring. So clearly, that hit the spot?
And even Luxian had a hard time with his, having to put a hand over his mouth once his went down. Oh, oh, no, that was awful. Horrendous, even. Disgusting. He needed water. Or juice. Or vodka. Or anything else.
Favourite thing about themselves?
Xinalith wrote down their answer and showed it off, whilst Luxian made a note of his own.
Probably the fact he has a wife or some shit. Fuck off. Fuck you, Garret. And fuck you too, Mammon. As for you Pax, fuck me. 🖤
And so, everyone was switched around as suggested, though... poor Kalaren had apparently passed out. Of course, this made Luxian's tail puff up, because of course he was worried! But worry not, for the donari was taking a good old snooze on a randomly conjured up bed beside Mammon.
Hells, Xinalith. Not even Lucifer had such a foul mouth!
How is he understanding them?!
"Bluubllu bl uh b- fucking asshole, I'll slap- ah, I can speak now. Hello."
Anyway... first question!
Which Disney character are they most like?
Xinalith could only stare. Well. They wrote down their answer.
Luxian, he had to hum a lot, before jotting his down. Then, he showed it to everyone. Of course, he made sure to doodle the character in question.
Eeyore!
A little "aww..." could be heard as they were forcefully switched. He liked team Xinalith. They were just getting their groove! But Oh! What's this?? The semon's other more theatrical half? What a birthday indeed!
Pax! Nice go on the win.
Io congratulated him with a little handshake. Then his eyes narrowed.
Now let's crush these motherfuckers.
Oh wow. Yeah. He was plastered.
-# not you though, Obie dear ♡
Looking over the man a moment he jotted down what he thought was the most accurate fit.
Of course Pax was Sleeping Beauty. It made so much sense! Taking his punishment shot, he finally hit his first bad one of the night.
Oh hells what- ack- good gracious- oh! They speak French?? I didn't know they could speak French!! Did you know they could speak French?!?!
Bouncing on the balls of his feet, Io was gushing to Pax over the new development while trying to write down his answer.
No. It was his fault. Kalaren was dead and it was his fault. He killed him. Oh gods. And now he still had to do another shot. Maybe he really was Eeyore. Just a sad little guy who'd lose his own tail if it weren't attached. He took a shot that tasted like peppermint and-
Wait.
He patted his own ass.
{{ oh shit...my taiL! }}
With the question asked he blinked over at Luxian. Orange. Orange ears. Orange like a...
Kalaren was just...well passed out. Even drooling a bit. It wasn't Oberon's fault he was drinking before this happened. Awe look he was even doing little kicks like a dreaming dog. Who knows what he was thinking about.
I did know, they speak many languages, all sound so much more beautiful coming from their mouth. You should hear how they sound saying- ah well it doesn't matter.
Taking his shot it was a little floral but rather nice. He really was just breezing by all of this.
Something exotic that he's never tried before to go out with a bang
Garret on the other hand took his shot by sipping it. Oh great heavens that was Pink Whitney! A little too tart for his delicate taste.
Once more he gave Xinalith a little wave. Hello angry man. Hi.
As for his answer it was very logical and calculated, as in he tested it before and it would in fact be his last meal. 35 was the limit.
Luxian couldn't help but giggle, taking his shot. Ooh, this one was... hm, peach? Strong, that also went to his head, his own tail puffing up even more. But it was good!
"Oberon, you never had a tail. You didn't lose it!"
The answers were soon revealed, and if one panned a camera to Xinalith's face, they would be staring directly into it. This fucking cunt. But hey, would you look at that? Confetti shot out from behind Luxian and Oberon!
And so, everyone was switched around as suggested, though... poor Kalaren had apparently passed out. Of course, this made Luxian's tail puff up, because of course he was worried! But worry not, for the donari was taking a good old snooze on a randomly conjured up bed beside Mammon.
Hells, Xinalith. Not even Lucifer had such a foul mouth!
How is he understanding them?!
"Bluubllu bl uh b- fucking asshole, I'll slap- ah, I can speak now. Hello."
Anyway... first question!
Which Disney character are they most like?
Xinalith could only stare. Well. They wrote down their answer.
Luxian, he had to hum a lot, before jotting his down. Then, he showed it to everyone. Of course, he made sure to doodle the character in question.
Eeyore!
A little "aww..." could be heard as they were forcefully switched. He liked team Xinalith. They were just getting their groove! But Oh! What's this?? The semon's other more theatrical half? What a birthday indeed!
Pax! Nice go on the win.
Io congratulated him with a little handshake. Then his eyes narrowed.
Now let's crush these motherfuckers.
Oh wow. Yeah. He was plastered.
-# not you though, Obie dear ♡
Looking over the man a moment he jotted down what he thought was the most accurate fit.
It shouldn't be any surprise that the Sin of Greed, who is also known to be quite the big enjoyer for parties, had suddenly forced everyone to join them in one of the open rooms. Beings involved were already split up into a random assortment of teams, tables setting up with a few shots of... something plastered on them, as well as a selection of drugs neatly placed in boxes.
Oh, and a tipping jar. For each of them. Because of course.
Clearing his throat, Mammon grinned before theatrically bowing, fanning his hand out to make a microphone appear. Because... that was needed. Trust the sins to be all dramatic.
Hello, ladies, gentlemen, and whatever else you are! I've decided I'm bored and this 'party' needs a bit more life in it. So, seein' as we have several pairings 'ere, why not have some fun?
You guys heard of that 'newly weds' shit that mortals love? It's that... but with a twist! You're paired with people that you may know rather well, or you may not know. How fun!
And so, the pairings would be as followed: Fuckass and Io: Foxy and Pax: Kalaren and Mothman: Moon and Pinkie Pie!
Great names, Mammon. Yes, he did cleanly dodge that sudden empty wine bottle that was thrown at him by Xinalith.
I'll ask a question, four of you will write down your answers, and your partner has gotta answer them! If they match, congrats! If not, you're both taking a shot that's in front of you. They might be good, they might be shit. They'll switch up!
Oh, and if I get bored, I'll spice it up. Answers still have to match. We cool? We're cool. So, the first question will be for Xinalith, Luxian, Kalaren and Moon!
What is their favourite movie?
( @infernussins )
Oh! This was exciting!
Oh this was terrible.
A Sin had come along and they were hosting a game??
What fresh hell was this?
And he was paired with Xinalith, no less. Could this get any better?
At least he was with Kalaren...guess it could be worse.
Ah! An interesting question. One that, unfortunately, I haven't the faintest clue the answer to but I'm confident in my ability to riddle the answer, if you will.
He scribbled for a moment before confidently revealing his answer. A beaming smile toward Xinalith.
Casablanca 💖
Yes. He'd drawn a heart.
Meanwhile Oberon also had no clue. Some friend, huh? They'd watched movies over the years but he'd already forgotten most of them.
{{ Uhhh... }}
He wrote something down with a shrug. Then flipped it with an apologetic look to Kalaren. It said:
Pax looked over at Luxian with a thoughtful hum. They had watched a lot of movies at family dinners but he wasn't actually that sure of his favourite movie. So, scribbling an answer it was.
Girl with a Pearl Earring
It was a good movie either way.
As for Kalaren he was trying not to giggle at the answer Oberon gave for him. He'd be singing songs from that movie later.
Nymphe had no clue how she got here, or when, or why. Was there some kind of celebration happening? Why were there so many people around?
Good god, she was so lost.
And then... she was dragged into a game and asked for Moon's favourite movie.
... okay. Sure.
And so, Nymphe (still very confused) scribbled down her answer. She did completely make it up though, because one, she didn't know many movies herself; and two, she had no idea what Moon liked.
When being called a 'fuckface', of course Xinalith snarled at Mammon and fired a wine bottle at him. And, of course, the sin already expected it and dodged it. Now there was just a broken glass bottle on Io and Oberon's floor. Sorry about that one, guys.
Now, with those writing down their answers, Mammon would be sure to use his magic to bring them over to him so there wouldn't be any chance of foul play. Look, he's a demon, but he's very serious about these games. And look who the fuck is playing. Of course he was going to take extra measures.
With all the questions answered, Mammon hummed for a looong time, all melodic, before howling with laughter.
All of you, drink up! You fuckin' suck!
And so, the real answers were revealed:
Xinalith: Robots
Luxian: The Fox and the Hound
Kalaren: The Lion King
Moon: Coraline
Seeing that they had lost, Xinalith could only glare at Io. Would he have had any idea on their favourite film? No. Did they still want to win? Yes. They were competitive. Sin of pride. Either way, they took their shot, pleasantly surprised that it was fairly decent in taste. Lucky them!
Luxian couldn't blame Pax for not knowing, so he giggled also and shook his head. Ah well, it didn't matter! It was just a silly game! So, down with his shot, who was also lucky in getting one that tasted good. Something tropical!
With all the shots taken, they refilled instantly, leaving Mammon to move on with the next question.
Alright, now we're switchin' sides. So, Io, Pax, Oberon and Lotus.
What are they most likely going to go to jail for?
Xinalith stared at Io for a while before writing down their answer, making sure Io was ready before showing it off.
Stalking.
As for Luxian? He struggled a bit, tapping his lower lip with his pen before jotting his down.
Down went the shot, for Pax, it was surprisingly nice. Tart, fruity and smooth.
Kalaren just giggled and did his shot. It was great! Like a pina colada but not sweet. It was fantastic! No harm no foul they were learning more about one another!
Loitering or someone accidentally thinks he is stalking them because he is brooding in the shadows
This game is fun!
He was even waving at Luxian and drew a little fox in the corner of his white board.
"Ah a lovely time so far. No points yes but a lovely time."
Luxian couldn't help but coo as he waved back to Kalaren, even blowing him a kiss. How sweet.
Just like last time, the real answers were in Mammon's possession as he looked over them all. Suddenly, confetti shot out above Pax and Luxian's head, followed by a floating number created with embers.
One point for Mr. No-Pants and Fox boy! The rest of you, drink!
And so, the answers were revealed:
Io: Genocide
Pax: Public Indecency
Oberon: Theft
All Xinalith could really do was blink at the answer, just to look away. They wanted to snicker. They wanted to make a joke. But for once in their life, they decided to hold back. Either way, a shot was taken and... ah, another pleasant one. A little bitter, but nothing to hiss at.
"Oh, yay! I got it right!"
Luxian clapped excitedly, tail swishing around more. Should this be something to celebrate? He wasn't sure. But they got a point at least!
Alright, next question. These are boring.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Xinalith just had to stare.
"What?"
You heard me!
"How the fuck are we supposed to-"
Answer the question or you owe me fifty souls.
"Excu-"
A hundred.
"...Fucking piece of shit..."
Welp. They were jotting their answer down, as was Luxian! Good luck guys, remember they have to match!
Io tilted his head at Xinalith's answer. Stalking? Him? Hmm. Interesting. In a way he was happy Xinalith's view of him was less severe than that of his own self. Drink time!
Oh! Fruity!
Then came the question. A strange one for sure. He knew how he'd answer it, but what about Xinalith?
Hmm...
He stared at the demon for a second before writing something down.
Why the f♡ck should I know?
It seemed like something Xinalith would say. Though he didn't like using the "f" word.
Oberon should've known Kalaren would take the "nice" route. Always looking on the bright side of people. He took a shot and-
{{ Oh hells! You're doing this on purpose! }}
There were tears in his eyes. Why did people even like alcohol??
Jotting down his answer he put something he figured Kalaren might say.
"To be fair... wouldn't it be difficult to arrest you? Different laws in realms and such? Plus you could just teleport out."
All the answers were gathered and looked over, the sin humming in thought. Then, once again, more confetti shot out over Luxian and Pax's head, the number now going up by another point.
"Oh, yay! We got another— ow?"
Before Luxian could finish his words, a rubber chicken was tossed at his head, the toy squawking when it hit him. Pouting, the vulpian rubbed his temple before looking in the general direction of where it came from, just to see a pair of scarlets glaring at him. Oh, then came the motion of Xinalith pointing to their eyes before turning their fingers towards him; a heads up that they were 'watching him'. Ah, Xinalith. Never change.
And for all you lovely people, here were the answers.
Xinalith: To pluck the fuck out of Mammon's eyes.
Luxian: To get to the other side.
Kalaren: Because its friends were on the other side.
Well, Xinalith took their shot. And oh, they were gagging. It was sour, very sour, and we all know how they hate sour things. That poor demon felt like they were going to die on the spot.
Alright, next question!
What is their favourite hobby?
Sorry Io, but you both were done for. Xinalith had no idea. So, writing down their answer, they showed their board.
Learning languages.
As for Luxian, he had to think on it for a little bit, squinting his eyes at Pax in deep thought before jotting his down. Oh, he even drew a doodle of the donari doing the activity, how nice!
Hey, he got the "fuck" part right! Look at them getting to know each other~
He chuckled and took his shot. Another mild and pleasantly fruity one. Probably for the best considering all the drugs he'd been sneaking from the box.
The next question, though, was a shoe-in. He had faith in the demon. Io gave Xinalith a little nod that said "we've got this!".
Oberon clicked his tongue with a "tch".
{{ Hey! That totally counts! The imps and chickens were friends before Kalaren- ahh... whatever. }}
The little moth growled as he threw back his shot only to be knocked flat on his ass.
"Huh I really thought I was going to be getting drunk. Great job Luxian we're winning."
Pax could only assume how much of a terrible time Xinalith was having. Actually he could feel it. His poor demon. So of course he started to flirt with them. Little winks and waves. Oh even a blown kiss.
Kalaren on the other hand was staring at his drink as if it wronged his bloodline. Because the last one did.
Oberon, as a friend, I need you to lock in.
Sending the shot back he was hissing and eyes watering. It was so, so, so sour. Like he licked every lemon in existence in a concentration.
This game was becoming a lot less fun. At least Luxian wasn't suffering though!
Reading/learning
Look Kalaren's brain was not in a good place right now.
The flirting was appreciated. Scarlets wandered over to Pax as a little smile appeared on their face, the donari being met with their own little wave and blown kisses. Oh, they even made a heart of embers appear, floating towards him.
All the answers were gathered and looked over. Suddenly, confetti shot out from behind Xinalith and Io, as well as Pax and Luxian again.
Well, would ya look at that? Someone else other than Music-Man and Twinkle-toes has got a point!
And so, the answers were as followed:
Io: Learning new languages
Pax: Making music
Oberon: Napping
Next question!
What historical event is the phrase, "Remember, remember, the fifth of November" associated with on Earth?
"Io, if you do not get this answer to match with mine, I'm dragging you back to the Infernal Castle and force feeding you so much candy floss, you will dissolve when you touch a puddle."
AKA, Xinalith's way of saying: don't be fucking stupid.
As for Luxian? Oh, given how he was blinking like a frog, he had no idea. He looked up at Pax with a sorrowful look, writing down his answer.
"...I feel like I should be sorry now for this. I... do not know a lot about Earth's history."
Io clapped as they got their first point. See? Knew they could do it! But as the threats came spilling out over the next question all he could do was shake his head with a chuckle.
Have you so little faith in me?
He gave the demon a little wink before writing his answer with a smug little grin. Yeah he was feeling pretty cocky about this one.
The Gunpowder Plot of 1605
Oberon was still reeling from his awful shot.
{{ Me lock in? You lock in. "Learning"?? That's Io's thing. Ugh. Fine. I'll.... I'll do better....}}
But it was case in point as the next question was asked and he hadn't the foggiest clue what it meant. A desperate look to Io across the way for any sort of clue before shooting a sorry look to Kalaren who he was pretty sure would be as lost as he was.
The Titanic?
Oh hells...he was already reaching for the next shot.
Pax pulled a face at the ask. He has been near earth not even a decade and well he never cared to learn the history. A long sigh before he wrote...something down.
Late Halloween
He was too sober for any of this. Maybe him and Luxian should ger worse at the game.
Kalaren on the other hand looked like his brain stopped. Was that the smell of smoke? Well he did a shot and...oh, that was rather nice. He needed that. Still good luck Oberon because Kalaren had no idea about the history of anything.
The answers were gathered, checked, and the next thing that happened was confetti appearing behind Xinalith and Io. They earned themselves another point, good for them!
Though, poor Xinalith, who was a bit of a history nerd. Seeing all of the answers made them pull a face, and that only grew worse when the other answers were revealed:
Xinalith: The Gunpowder Plot of 1605.
Luxian: An Autumnal Day?
Kalaren: The 5th of November...day...thing...?
Slamming their board down, they pointed at everyone.
"Pax, I love you, this is clearly not concerning you. But the rest of you are stupid as all hells! Have you never picked up a book before? And you!"
Xinalith pointed towards Oberon then.
"The Titanic was 1912! April 15th, to be exact! They made a whole film about it! You are 300 years too early!"
The demon scoffed then, folding their arms as Mammon cleared his throat.
You done?
"...It was Guy Fawkes who conducted the Gunpowder plot with a total of 36 barrels-"
Annnd nobody cares! Next question!
What is their biggest fear?
Xinalith blinked, as did Luxian, before the pair started to jot down their answers. Neither of them had... any idea.
Oh a shocking phrase from Kalaren as he downed another-
It was safe to say Kalaren was having a rough time and whatever he was shooting was strong, a light slur in his words.
Even Pax looked over to him wide eyed at the onslaught of donari being spoken. Slowly he took his own shot, oh fruity like him. Well at least he was having a good time.
With a long groan and some very messy writing he turned the board over.
Xinalith could only click their tongue, before their eyes wandered over to the shit coming out of Kalaren's mouth. Blinking a couple of times, the demon couldn't help but snicker.
"Kal, are you okay?"
Luxian called out to him, his head a little tilted. Still, he took his shot, and ah. Lovely! It tasted a bit like honey whiskey, which was his favourite! Though, maybe that shot was a little stronger than expected, given he let out a little groan as it slammed into his head.
"Ah. He just admitted to drinking demon piss, and that he's going to let Kaztor touch his nips again."
No, he didn't say any of that. Not exactly. But this is Xinalith.
Hey, if ya want demon piss, I could hook you up with some. Anyway, movin' on!
The only pair that had confetti being shot out was, once again, Io and Xinalith.
Io: Losing Oberon.
Pax: Having to live without the people I love
Oberon: Losing Io.
Huh. Some dull ass answers here. 'Ooh, I don't wanna lose the people I loove, waahh waahh.' Get a hobby.
Who's the better kisser?
Luxian held up a hand then, a little nervous. Grinning, Mammon gestured towards him.
Yes, Mr Fantastic Fox!
"Um, it's Luxia-"
No, it isn't.
"Okay, I guess it isn't. Oh, right! Um, do we have to answer this? I mean, wouldn't it be a little odd for us to compare how we kiss with... someone we're not in a relationship with?"
Mammon just smiled and blinked at him.
Do I look like I care?
"Ah, uh. No-"
Then get those answers down! Woohoo! And you owe me me $20 for asking me a question! What a good day!!
Oh. There went a party popper, whilst Luxian just looked around perplexed. Why was he needing to give Mammon money?! This made no sense?? He didn't even have $20 on him!! Oh, whatever, best get his answer down, as the sin so... uh. Put it.
He never thought the words "Losing Oberon" would make him so happy, and yet here he was again clapping away.
Wonderful! See? That cave trip is already paying off!
Was it, Io?? In his defense the man had at this point consumed enough drugs and alcohol to knock a horse sideways.
But the next question he saw as a given. 6,000 ish years of experience vs a couple hundred? It was just simple math, really.
Xinalith
Oberon, meanwhile, was having trouble with his pen. Silk slipping involuntarily from his palms. Wings drooping like wet paper. Ever single shot had been horrendous.
All night long Kalaren had been giving him the benefit of the doubt. So in the interest of not having to drink another horrible shot:
He gave Xinalith some finger guns. Oberon got the ick. I got the ick. Everyone got the ick. And because it had been several rounds since he'd taken a shot, he threw one back just for the hell of it. Birthday boy privilege or whatever.
He could already taste their next point as he wrote down his answer.
Oberon, meanwhile, was speechless. Really, Kal? Really? He tried to make words but they just came out as...
{{ eeughhjnNnsnsn }}
It should come as a surprise to absolutely no one the next shot was beyond foul.
He wrote down his answer with whatever braincells weren't currently drowning shitty tasting booze.
Wait a minute why did we even start playing thish-
Sorry Kalaren no talking just more shots and a single tear in his eyes as he did that. Did him and Oberon get any right? Were they even friends? This was the worst.
Pax on the other hand was just vibing.
H2O
"It's alright love, I'll make out with you later and we can debate who is the better kisser between us."
Well, of course Xinalith perked up at that, a dopey smile on their face as they winked at Pax.
"Ooh. Why not now? We could show everyone here how it's really done."
Yeah, so, new development. Turns out they're into public shit. Sorry to everyone.
What are you, Asmy? No, I said no kissywissy. That goes for you as well, 'oh great and powerful ruler'. Fucking idiot.
"What was- blub? bllUb? Blluuuuubbllublbublub???"
Bubbles started coming out of their mouth now. Mammon was going to get his ass whooped later, but totally worth it.
Oh, look at that, everyone got their answers right! Look at you guys, you're all such close friends!
No they weren't. Not really. Some of them, yes. But not all of them.
But for this round, the winners were... Pax and Luxian! Congratulations to you both! I'll come and speak to you both later for your prize! Oh, Mr Fox, you still owe me $20.
This guy-
It didn't matter though, for with a snap of Mammon's fingers, everyone swapped places and were now paired up with new people. May the next round begin!
It shouldn't be any surprise that the Sin of Greed, who is also known to be quite the big enjoyer for parties, had suddenly forced everyone to join them in one of the open rooms. Beings involved were already split up into a random assortment of teams, tables setting up with a few shots of... something plastered on them, as well as a selection of drugs neatly placed in boxes.
Oh, and a tipping jar. For each of them. Because of course.
Clearing his throat, Mammon grinned before theatrically bowing, fanning his hand out to make a microphone appear. Because... that was needed. Trust the sins to be all dramatic.
Hello, ladies, gentlemen, and whatever else you are! I've decided I'm bored and this 'party' needs a bit more life in it. So, seein' as we have several pairings 'ere, why not have some fun?
You guys heard of that 'newly weds' shit that mortals love? It's that... but with a twist! You're paired with people that you may know rather well, or you may not know. How fun!
And so, the pairings would be as followed: Fuckass and Io: Foxy and Pax: Kalaren and Mothman: Moon and Pinkie Pie!
Great names, Mammon. Yes, he did cleanly dodge that sudden empty wine bottle that was thrown at him by Xinalith.
I'll ask a question, four of you will write down your answers, and your partner has gotta answer them! If they match, congrats! If not, you're both taking a shot that's in front of you. They might be good, they might be shit. They'll switch up!
Oh, and if I get bored, I'll spice it up. Answers still have to match. We cool? We're cool. So, the first question will be for Xinalith, Luxian, Kalaren and Moon!
What is their favourite movie?
( @infernussins )
Oh! This was exciting!
Oh this was terrible.
A Sin had come along and they were hosting a game??
What fresh hell was this?
And he was paired with Xinalith, no less. Could this get any better?
At least he was with Kalaren...guess it could be worse.
Ah! An interesting question. One that, unfortunately, I haven't the faintest clue the answer to but I'm confident in my ability to riddle the answer, if you will.
He scribbled for a moment before confidently revealing his answer. A beaming smile toward Xinalith.
Casablanca 💖
Yes. He'd drawn a heart.
Meanwhile Oberon also had no clue. Some friend, huh? They'd watched movies over the years but he'd already forgotten most of them.
{{ Uhhh... }}
He wrote something down with a shrug. Then flipped it with an apologetic look to Kalaren. It said:
Pax looked over at Luxian with a thoughtful hum. They had watched a lot of movies at family dinners but he wasn't actually that sure of his favourite movie. So, scribbling an answer it was.
Girl with a Pearl Earring
It was a good movie either way.
As for Kalaren he was trying not to giggle at the answer Oberon gave for him. He'd be singing songs from that movie later.
Nymphe had no clue how she got here, or when, or why. Was there some kind of celebration happening? Why were there so many people around?
Good god, she was so lost.
And then... she was dragged into a game and asked for Moon's favourite movie.
... okay. Sure.
And so, Nymphe (still very confused) scribbled down her answer. She did completely make it up though, because one, she didn't know many movies herself; and two, she had no idea what Moon liked.
When being called a 'fuckface', of course Xinalith snarled at Mammon and fired a wine bottle at him. And, of course, the sin already expected it and dodged it. Now there was just a broken glass bottle on Io and Oberon's floor. Sorry about that one, guys.
Now, with those writing down their answers, Mammon would be sure to use his magic to bring them over to him so there wouldn't be any chance of foul play. Look, he's a demon, but he's very serious about these games. And look who the fuck is playing. Of course he was going to take extra measures.
With all the questions answered, Mammon hummed for a looong time, all melodic, before howling with laughter.
All of you, drink up! You fuckin' suck!
And so, the real answers were revealed:
Xinalith: Robots
Luxian: The Fox and the Hound
Kalaren: The Lion King
Moon: Coraline
Seeing that they had lost, Xinalith could only glare at Io. Would he have had any idea on their favourite film? No. Did they still want to win? Yes. They were competitive. Sin of pride. Either way, they took their shot, pleasantly surprised that it was fairly decent in taste. Lucky them!
Luxian couldn't blame Pax for not knowing, so he giggled also and shook his head. Ah well, it didn't matter! It was just a silly game! So, down with his shot, who was also lucky in getting one that tasted good. Something tropical!
With all the shots taken, they refilled instantly, leaving Mammon to move on with the next question.
Alright, now we're switchin' sides. So, Io, Pax, Oberon and Lotus.
What are they most likely going to go to jail for?
Xinalith stared at Io for a while before writing down their answer, making sure Io was ready before showing it off.
Stalking.
As for Luxian? He struggled a bit, tapping his lower lip with his pen before jotting his down.
Down went the shot, for Pax, it was surprisingly nice. Tart, fruity and smooth.
Kalaren just giggled and did his shot. It was great! Like a pina colada but not sweet. It was fantastic! No harm no foul they were learning more about one another!
Loitering or someone accidentally thinks he is stalking them because he is brooding in the shadows
This game is fun!
He was even waving at Luxian and drew a little fox in the corner of his white board.
"Ah a lovely time so far. No points yes but a lovely time."
Luxian couldn't help but coo as he waved back to Kalaren, even blowing him a kiss. How sweet.
Just like last time, the real answers were in Mammon's possession as he looked over them all. Suddenly, confetti shot out above Pax and Luxian's head, followed by a floating number created with embers.
One point for Mr. No-Pants and Fox boy! The rest of you, drink!
And so, the answers were revealed:
Io: Genocide
Pax: Public Indecency
Oberon: Theft
All Xinalith could really do was blink at the answer, just to look away. They wanted to snicker. They wanted to make a joke. But for once in their life, they decided to hold back. Either way, a shot was taken and... ah, another pleasant one. A little bitter, but nothing to hiss at.
"Oh, yay! I got it right!"
Luxian clapped excitedly, tail swishing around more. Should this be something to celebrate? He wasn't sure. But they got a point at least!
Alright, next question. These are boring.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Xinalith just had to stare.
"What?"
You heard me!
"How the fuck are we supposed to-"
Answer the question or you owe me fifty souls.
"Excu-"
A hundred.
"...Fucking piece of shit..."
Welp. They were jotting their answer down, as was Luxian! Good luck guys, remember they have to match!
Io tilted his head at Xinalith's answer. Stalking? Him? Hmm. Interesting. In a way he was happy Xinalith's view of him was less severe than that of his own self. Drink time!
Oh! Fruity!
Then came the question. A strange one for sure. He knew how he'd answer it, but what about Xinalith?
Hmm...
He stared at the demon for a second before writing something down.
Why the f♡ck should I know?
It seemed like something Xinalith would say. Though he didn't like using the "f" word.
Oberon should've known Kalaren would take the "nice" route. Always looking on the bright side of people. He took a shot and-
{{ Oh hells! You're doing this on purpose! }}
There were tears in his eyes. Why did people even like alcohol??
Jotting down his answer he put something he figured Kalaren might say.
"To be fair... wouldn't it be difficult to arrest you? Different laws in realms and such? Plus you could just teleport out."
All the answers were gathered and looked over, the sin humming in thought. Then, once again, more confetti shot out over Luxian and Pax's head, the number now going up by another point.
"Oh, yay! We got another— ow?"
Before Luxian could finish his words, a rubber chicken was tossed at his head, the toy squawking when it hit him. Pouting, the vulpian rubbed his temple before looking in the general direction of where it came from, just to see a pair of scarlets glaring at him. Oh, then came the motion of Xinalith pointing to their eyes before turning their fingers towards him; a heads up that they were 'watching him'. Ah, Xinalith. Never change.
And for all you lovely people, here were the answers.
Xinalith: To pluck the fuck out of Mammon's eyes.
Luxian: To get to the other side.
Kalaren: Because its friends were on the other side.
Well, Xinalith took their shot. And oh, they were gagging. It was sour, very sour, and we all know how they hate sour things. That poor demon felt like they were going to die on the spot.
Alright, next question!
What is their favourite hobby?
Sorry Io, but you both were done for. Xinalith had no idea. So, writing down their answer, they showed their board.
Learning languages.
As for Luxian, he had to think on it for a little bit, squinting his eyes at Pax in deep thought before jotting his down. Oh, he even drew a doodle of the donari doing the activity, how nice!
Hey, he got the "fuck" part right! Look at them getting to know each other~
He chuckled and took his shot. Another mild and pleasantly fruity one. Probably for the best considering all the drugs he'd been sneaking from the box.
The next question, though, was a shoe-in. He had faith in the demon. Io gave Xinalith a little nod that said "we've got this!".
Oberon clicked his tongue with a "tch".
{{ Hey! That totally counts! The imps and chickens were friends before Kalaren- ahh... whatever. }}
The little moth growled as he threw back his shot only to be knocked flat on his ass.
"Huh I really thought I was going to be getting drunk. Great job Luxian we're winning."
Pax could only assume how much of a terrible time Xinalith was having. Actually he could feel it. His poor demon. So of course he started to flirt with them. Little winks and waves. Oh even a blown kiss.
Kalaren on the other hand was staring at his drink as if it wronged his bloodline. Because the last one did.
Oberon, as a friend, I need you to lock in.
Sending the shot back he was hissing and eyes watering. It was so, so, so sour. Like he licked every lemon in existence in a concentration.
This game was becoming a lot less fun. At least Luxian wasn't suffering though!
Reading/learning
Look Kalaren's brain was not in a good place right now.
The flirting was appreciated. Scarlets wandered over to Pax as a little smile appeared on their face, the donari being met with their own little wave and blown kisses. Oh, they even made a heart of embers appear, floating towards him.
All the answers were gathered and looked over. Suddenly, confetti shot out from behind Xinalith and Io, as well as Pax and Luxian again.
Well, would ya look at that? Someone else other than Music-Man and Twinkle-toes has got a point!
And so, the answers were as followed:
Io: Learning new languages
Pax: Making music
Oberon: Napping
Next question!
What historical event is the phrase, "Remember, remember, the fifth of November" associated with on Earth?
"Io, if you do not get this answer to match with mine, I'm dragging you back to the Infernal Castle and force feeding you so much candy floss, you will dissolve when you touch a puddle."
AKA, Xinalith's way of saying: don't be fucking stupid.
As for Luxian? Oh, given how he was blinking like a frog, he had no idea. He looked up at Pax with a sorrowful look, writing down his answer.
"...I feel like I should be sorry now for this. I... do not know a lot about Earth's history."
Io clapped as they got their first point. See? Knew they could do it! But as the threats came spilling out over the next question all he could do was shake his head with a chuckle.
Have you so little faith in me?
He gave the demon a little wink before writing his answer with a smug little grin. Yeah he was feeling pretty cocky about this one.
The Gunpowder Plot of 1605
Oberon was still reeling from his awful shot.
{{ Me lock in? You lock in. "Learning"?? That's Io's thing. Ugh. Fine. I'll.... I'll do better....}}
But it was case in point as the next question was asked and he hadn't the foggiest clue what it meant. A desperate look to Io across the way for any sort of clue before shooting a sorry look to Kalaren who he was pretty sure would be as lost as he was.
The Titanic?
Oh hells...he was already reaching for the next shot.
Pax pulled a face at the ask. He has been near earth not even a decade and well he never cared to learn the history. A long sigh before he wrote...something down.
Late Halloween
He was too sober for any of this. Maybe him and Luxian should ger worse at the game.
Kalaren on the other hand looked like his brain stopped. Was that the smell of smoke? Well he did a shot and...oh, that was rather nice. He needed that. Still good luck Oberon because Kalaren had no idea about the history of anything.
The answers were gathered, checked, and the next thing that happened was confetti appearing behind Xinalith and Io. They earned themselves another point, good for them!
Though, poor Xinalith, who was a bit of a history nerd. Seeing all of the answers made them pull a face, and that only grew worse when the other answers were revealed:
Xinalith: The Gunpowder Plot of 1605.
Luxian: An Autumnal Day?
Kalaren: The 5th of November...day...thing...?
Slamming their board down, they pointed at everyone.
"Pax, I love you, this is clearly not concerning you. But the rest of you are stupid as all hells! Have you never picked up a book before? And you!"
Xinalith pointed towards Oberon then.
"The Titanic was 1912! April 15th, to be exact! They made a whole film about it! You are 300 years too early!"
The demon scoffed then, folding their arms as Mammon cleared his throat.
You done?
"...It was Guy Fawkes who conducted the Gunpowder plot with a total of 36 barrels-"
Annnd nobody cares! Next question!
What is their biggest fear?
Xinalith blinked, as did Luxian, before the pair started to jot down their answers. Neither of them had... any idea.
Oh a shocking phrase from Kalaren as he downed another-
It was safe to say Kalaren was having a rough time and whatever he was shooting was strong, a light slur in his words.
Even Pax looked over to him wide eyed at the onslaught of donari being spoken. Slowly he took his own shot, oh fruity like him. Well at least he was having a good time.
With a long groan and some very messy writing he turned the board over.
Xinalith could only click their tongue, before their eyes wandered over to the shit coming out of Kalaren's mouth. Blinking a couple of times, the demon couldn't help but snicker.
"Kal, are you okay?"
Luxian called out to him, his head a little tilted. Still, he took his shot, and ah. Lovely! It tasted a bit like honey whiskey, which was his favourite! Though, maybe that shot was a little stronger than expected, given he let out a little groan as it slammed into his head.
"Ah. He just admitted to drinking demon piss, and that he's going to let Kaztor touch his nips again."
No, he didn't say any of that. Not exactly. But this is Xinalith.
Hey, if ya want demon piss, I could hook you up with some. Anyway, movin' on!
The only pair that had confetti being shot out was, once again, Io and Xinalith.
Io: Losing Oberon.
Pax: Having to live without the people I love
Oberon: Losing Io.
Huh. Some dull ass answers here. 'Ooh, I don't wanna lose the people I loove, waahh waahh.' Get a hobby.
Who's the better kisser?
Luxian held up a hand then, a little nervous. Grinning, Mammon gestured towards him.
Yes, Mr Fantastic Fox!
"Um, it's Luxia-"
No, it isn't.
"Okay, I guess it isn't. Oh, right! Um, do we have to answer this? I mean, wouldn't it be a little odd for us to compare how we kiss with... someone we're not in a relationship with?"
Mammon just smiled and blinked at him.
Do I look like I care?
"Ah, uh. No-"
Then get those answers down! Woohoo! And you owe me me $20 for asking me a question! What a good day!!
Oh. There went a party popper, whilst Luxian just looked around perplexed. Why was he needing to give Mammon money?! This made no sense?? He didn't even have $20 on him!! Oh, whatever, best get his answer down, as the sin so... uh. Put it.
He never thought the words "Losing Oberon" would make him so happy, and yet here he was again clapping away.
Wonderful! See? That cave trip is already paying off!
Was it, Io?? In his defense the man had at this point consumed enough drugs and alcohol to knock a horse sideways.
But the next question he saw as a given. 6,000 ish years of experience vs a couple hundred? It was just simple math, really.
Xinalith
Oberon, meanwhile, was having trouble with his pen. Silk slipping involuntarily from his palms. Wings drooping like wet paper. Ever single shot had been horrendous.
All night long Kalaren had been giving him the benefit of the doubt. So in the interest of not having to drink another horrible shot:
It shouldn't be any surprise that the Sin of Greed, who is also known to be quite the big enjoyer for parties, had suddenly forced everyone to join them in one of the open rooms. Beings involved were already split up into a random assortment of teams, tables setting up with a few shots of... something plastered on them, as well as a selection of drugs neatly placed in boxes.
Oh, and a tipping jar. For each of them. Because of course.
Clearing his throat, Mammon grinned before theatrically bowing, fanning his hand out to make a microphone appear. Because... that was needed. Trust the sins to be all dramatic.
Hello, ladies, gentlemen, and whatever else you are! I've decided I'm bored and this 'party' needs a bit more life in it. So, seein' as we have several pairings 'ere, why not have some fun?
You guys heard of that 'newly weds' shit that mortals love? It's that... but with a twist! You're paired with people that you may know rather well, or you may not know. How fun!
And so, the pairings would be as followed: Fuckass and Io: Foxy and Pax: Kalaren and Mothman: Moon and Pinkie Pie!
Great names, Mammon. Yes, he did cleanly dodge that sudden empty wine bottle that was thrown at him by Xinalith.
I'll ask a question, four of you will write down your answers, and your partner has gotta answer them! If they match, congrats! If not, you're both taking a shot that's in front of you. They might be good, they might be shit. They'll switch up!
Oh, and if I get bored, I'll spice it up. Answers still have to match. We cool? We're cool. So, the first question will be for Xinalith, Luxian, Kalaren and Moon!
What is their favourite movie?
( @infernussins )
Oh! This was exciting!
Oh this was terrible.
A Sin had come along and they were hosting a game??
What fresh hell was this?
And he was paired with Xinalith, no less. Could this get any better?
At least he was with Kalaren...guess it could be worse.
Ah! An interesting question. One that, unfortunately, I haven't the faintest clue the answer to but I'm confident in my ability to riddle the answer, if you will.
He scribbled for a moment before confidently revealing his answer. A beaming smile toward Xinalith.
Casablanca 💖
Yes. He'd drawn a heart.
Meanwhile Oberon also had no clue. Some friend, huh? They'd watched movies over the years but he'd already forgotten most of them.
{{ Uhhh... }}
He wrote something down with a shrug. Then flipped it with an apologetic look to Kalaren. It said:
Pax looked over at Luxian with a thoughtful hum. They had watched a lot of movies at family dinners but he wasn't actually that sure of his favourite movie. So, scribbling an answer it was.
Girl with a Pearl Earring
It was a good movie either way.
As for Kalaren he was trying not to giggle at the answer Oberon gave for him. He'd be singing songs from that movie later.
Nymphe had no clue how she got here, or when, or why. Was there some kind of celebration happening? Why were there so many people around?
Good god, she was so lost.
And then... she was dragged into a game and asked for Moon's favourite movie.
... okay. Sure.
And so, Nymphe (still very confused) scribbled down her answer. She did completely make it up though, because one, she didn't know many movies herself; and two, she had no idea what Moon liked.
When being called a 'fuckface', of course Xinalith snarled at Mammon and fired a wine bottle at him. And, of course, the sin already expected it and dodged it. Now there was just a broken glass bottle on Io and Oberon's floor. Sorry about that one, guys.
Now, with those writing down their answers, Mammon would be sure to use his magic to bring them over to him so there wouldn't be any chance of foul play. Look, he's a demon, but he's very serious about these games. And look who the fuck is playing. Of course he was going to take extra measures.
With all the questions answered, Mammon hummed for a looong time, all melodic, before howling with laughter.
All of you, drink up! You fuckin' suck!
And so, the real answers were revealed:
Xinalith: Robots
Luxian: The Fox and the Hound
Kalaren: The Lion King
Moon: Coraline
Seeing that they had lost, Xinalith could only glare at Io. Would he have had any idea on their favourite film? No. Did they still want to win? Yes. They were competitive. Sin of pride. Either way, they took their shot, pleasantly surprised that it was fairly decent in taste. Lucky them!
Luxian couldn't blame Pax for not knowing, so he giggled also and shook his head. Ah well, it didn't matter! It was just a silly game! So, down with his shot, who was also lucky in getting one that tasted good. Something tropical!
With all the shots taken, they refilled instantly, leaving Mammon to move on with the next question.
Alright, now we're switchin' sides. So, Io, Pax, Oberon and Lotus.
What are they most likely going to go to jail for?
Xinalith stared at Io for a while before writing down their answer, making sure Io was ready before showing it off.
Stalking.
As for Luxian? He struggled a bit, tapping his lower lip with his pen before jotting his down.
Down went the shot, for Pax, it was surprisingly nice. Tart, fruity and smooth.
Kalaren just giggled and did his shot. It was great! Like a pina colada but not sweet. It was fantastic! No harm no foul they were learning more about one another!
Loitering or someone accidentally thinks he is stalking them because he is brooding in the shadows
This game is fun!
He was even waving at Luxian and drew a little fox in the corner of his white board.
"Ah a lovely time so far. No points yes but a lovely time."
Luxian couldn't help but coo as he waved back to Kalaren, even blowing him a kiss. How sweet.
Just like last time, the real answers were in Mammon's possession as he looked over them all. Suddenly, confetti shot out above Pax and Luxian's head, followed by a floating number created with embers.
One point for Mr. No-Pants and Fox boy! The rest of you, drink!
And so, the answers were revealed:
Io: Genocide
Pax: Public Indecency
Oberon: Theft
All Xinalith could really do was blink at the answer, just to look away. They wanted to snicker. They wanted to make a joke. But for once in their life, they decided to hold back. Either way, a shot was taken and... ah, another pleasant one. A little bitter, but nothing to hiss at.
"Oh, yay! I got it right!"
Luxian clapped excitedly, tail swishing around more. Should this be something to celebrate? He wasn't sure. But they got a point at least!
Alright, next question. These are boring.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Xinalith just had to stare.
"What?"
You heard me!
"How the fuck are we supposed to-"
Answer the question or you owe me fifty souls.
"Excu-"
A hundred.
"...Fucking piece of shit..."
Welp. They were jotting their answer down, as was Luxian! Good luck guys, remember they have to match!
Io tilted his head at Xinalith's answer. Stalking? Him? Hmm. Interesting. In a way he was happy Xinalith's view of him was less severe than that of his own self. Drink time!
Oh! Fruity!
Then came the question. A strange one for sure. He knew how he'd answer it, but what about Xinalith?
Hmm...
He stared at the demon for a second before writing something down.
Why the f♡ck should I know?
It seemed like something Xinalith would say. Though he didn't like using the "f" word.
Oberon should've known Kalaren would take the "nice" route. Always looking on the bright side of people. He took a shot and-
{{ Oh hells! You're doing this on purpose! }}
There were tears in his eyes. Why did people even like alcohol??
Jotting down his answer he put something he figured Kalaren might say.
"To be fair... wouldn't it be difficult to arrest you? Different laws in realms and such? Plus you could just teleport out."
All the answers were gathered and looked over, the sin humming in thought. Then, once again, more confetti shot out over Luxian and Pax's head, the number now going up by another point.
"Oh, yay! We got another— ow?"
Before Luxian could finish his words, a rubber chicken was tossed at his head, the toy squawking when it hit him. Pouting, the vulpian rubbed his temple before looking in the general direction of where it came from, just to see a pair of scarlets glaring at him. Oh, then came the motion of Xinalith pointing to their eyes before turning their fingers towards him; a heads up that they were 'watching him'. Ah, Xinalith. Never change.
And for all you lovely people, here were the answers.
Xinalith: To pluck the fuck out of Mammon's eyes.
Luxian: To get to the other side.
Kalaren: Because its friends were on the other side.
Well, Xinalith took their shot. And oh, they were gagging. It was sour, very sour, and we all know how they hate sour things. That poor demon felt like they were going to die on the spot.
Alright, next question!
What is their favourite hobby?
Sorry Io, but you both were done for. Xinalith had no idea. So, writing down their answer, they showed their board.
Learning languages.
As for Luxian, he had to think on it for a little bit, squinting his eyes at Pax in deep thought before jotting his down. Oh, he even drew a doodle of the donari doing the activity, how nice!
Hey, he got the "fuck" part right! Look at them getting to know each other~
He chuckled and took his shot. Another mild and pleasantly fruity one. Probably for the best considering all the drugs he'd been sneaking from the box.
The next question, though, was a shoe-in. He had faith in the demon. Io gave Xinalith a little nod that said "we've got this!".
Oberon clicked his tongue with a "tch".
{{ Hey! That totally counts! The imps and chickens were friends before Kalaren- ahh... whatever. }}
The little moth growled as he threw back his shot only to be knocked flat on his ass.
"Huh I really thought I was going to be getting drunk. Great job Luxian we're winning."
Pax could only assume how much of a terrible time Xinalith was having. Actually he could feel it. His poor demon. So of course he started to flirt with them. Little winks and waves. Oh even a blown kiss.
Kalaren on the other hand was staring at his drink as if it wronged his bloodline. Because the last one did.
Oberon, as a friend, I need you to lock in.
Sending the shot back he was hissing and eyes watering. It was so, so, so sour. Like he licked every lemon in existence in a concentration.
This game was becoming a lot less fun. At least Luxian wasn't suffering though!
Reading/learning
Look Kalaren's brain was not in a good place right now.
The flirting was appreciated. Scarlets wandered over to Pax as a little smile appeared on their face, the donari being met with their own little wave and blown kisses. Oh, they even made a heart of embers appear, floating towards him.
All the answers were gathered and looked over. Suddenly, confetti shot out from behind Xinalith and Io, as well as Pax and Luxian again.
Well, would ya look at that? Someone else other than Music-Man and Twinkle-toes has got a point!
And so, the answers were as followed:
Io: Learning new languages
Pax: Making music
Oberon: Napping
Next question!
What historical event is the phrase, "Remember, remember, the fifth of November" associated with on Earth?
"Io, if you do not get this answer to match with mine, I'm dragging you back to the Infernal Castle and force feeding you so much candy floss, you will dissolve when you touch a puddle."
AKA, Xinalith's way of saying: don't be fucking stupid.
As for Luxian? Oh, given how he was blinking like a frog, he had no idea. He looked up at Pax with a sorrowful look, writing down his answer.
"...I feel like I should be sorry now for this. I... do not know a lot about Earth's history."
Io clapped as they got their first point. See? Knew they could do it! But as the threats came spilling out over the next question all he could do was shake his head with a chuckle.
Have you so little faith in me?
He gave the demon a little wink before writing his answer with a smug little grin. Yeah he was feeling pretty cocky about this one.
The Gunpowder Plot of 1605
Oberon was still reeling from his awful shot.
{{ Me lock in? You lock in. "Learning"?? That's Io's thing. Ugh. Fine. I'll.... I'll do better....}}
But it was case in point as the next question was asked and he hadn't the foggiest clue what it meant. A desperate look to Io across the way for any sort of clue before shooting a sorry look to Kalaren who he was pretty sure would be as lost as he was.
The Titanic?
Oh hells...he was already reaching for the next shot.
Pax pulled a face at the ask. He has been near earth not even a decade and well he never cared to learn the history. A long sigh before he wrote...something down.
Late Halloween
He was too sober for any of this. Maybe him and Luxian should ger worse at the game.
Kalaren on the other hand looked like his brain stopped. Was that the smell of smoke? Well he did a shot and...oh, that was rather nice. He needed that. Still good luck Oberon because Kalaren had no idea about the history of anything.
The answers were gathered, checked, and the next thing that happened was confetti appearing behind Xinalith and Io. They earned themselves another point, good for them!
Though, poor Xinalith, who was a bit of a history nerd. Seeing all of the answers made them pull a face, and that only grew worse when the other answers were revealed:
Xinalith: The Gunpowder Plot of 1605.
Luxian: An Autumnal Day?
Kalaren: The 5th of November...day...thing...?
Slamming their board down, they pointed at everyone.
"Pax, I love you, this is clearly not concerning you. But the rest of you are stupid as all hells! Have you never picked up a book before? And you!"
Xinalith pointed towards Oberon then.
"The Titanic was 1912! April 15th, to be exact! They made a whole film about it! You are 300 years too early!"
The demon scoffed then, folding their arms as Mammon cleared his throat.
You done?
"...It was Guy Fawkes who conducted the Gunpowder plot with a total of 36 barrels-"
Annnd nobody cares! Next question!
What is their biggest fear?
Xinalith blinked, as did Luxian, before the pair started to jot down their answers. Neither of them had... any idea.
Oh a shocking phrase from Kalaren as he downed another-
It was safe to say Kalaren was having a rough time and whatever he was shooting was strong, a light slur in his words.
Even Pax looked over to him wide eyed at the onslaught of donari being spoken. Slowly he took his own shot, oh fruity like him. Well at least he was having a good time.
With a long groan and some very messy writing he turned the board over.
Xinalith could only click their tongue, before their eyes wandered over to the shit coming out of Kalaren's mouth. Blinking a couple of times, the demon couldn't help but snicker.
"Kal, are you okay?"
Luxian called out to him, his head a little tilted. Still, he took his shot, and ah. Lovely! It tasted a bit like honey whiskey, which was his favourite! Though, maybe that shot was a little stronger than expected, given he let out a little groan as it slammed into his head.
"Ah. He just admitted to drinking demon piss, and that he's going to let Kaztor touch his nips again."
No, he didn't say any of that. Not exactly. But this is Xinalith.
Hey, if ya want demon piss, I could hook you up with some. Anyway, movin' on!
The only pair that had confetti being shot out was, once again, Io and Xinalith.
Io: Losing Oberon.
Pax: Having to live without the people I love
Oberon: Losing Io.
Huh. Some dull ass answers here. 'Ooh, I don't wanna lose the people I loove, waahh waahh.' Get a hobby.
Who's the better kisser?
Luxian held up a hand then, a little nervous. Grinning, Mammon gestured towards him.
Yes, Mr Fantastic Fox!
"Um, it's Luxia-"
No, it isn't.
"Okay, I guess it isn't. Oh, right! Um, do we have to answer this? I mean, wouldn't it be a little odd for us to compare how we kiss with... someone we're not in a relationship with?"
Mammon just smiled and blinked at him.
Do I look like I care?
"Ah, uh. No-"
Then get those answers down! Woohoo! And you owe me me $20 for asking me a question! What a good day!!
Oh. There went a party popper, whilst Luxian just looked around perplexed. Why was he needing to give Mammon money?! This made no sense?? He didn't even have $20 on him!! Oh, whatever, best get his answer down, as the sin so... uh. Put it.
It shouldn't be any surprise that the Sin of Greed, who is also known to be quite the big enjoyer for parties, had suddenly forced everyone to join them in one of the open rooms. Beings involved were already split up into a random assortment of teams, tables setting up with a few shots of... something plastered on them, as well as a selection of drugs neatly placed in boxes.
Oh, and a tipping jar. For each of them. Because of course.
Clearing his throat, Mammon grinned before theatrically bowing, fanning his hand out to make a microphone appear. Because... that was needed. Trust the sins to be all dramatic.
Hello, ladies, gentlemen, and whatever else you are! I've decided I'm bored and this 'party' needs a bit more life in it. So, seein' as we have several pairings 'ere, why not have some fun?
You guys heard of that 'newly weds' shit that mortals love? It's that... but with a twist! You're paired with people that you may know rather well, or you may not know. How fun!
And so, the pairings would be as followed: Fuckass and Io: Foxy and Pax: Kalaren and Mothman: Moon and Pinkie Pie!
Great names, Mammon. Yes, he did cleanly dodge that sudden empty wine bottle that was thrown at him by Xinalith.
I'll ask a question, four of you will write down your answers, and your partner has gotta answer them! If they match, congrats! If not, you're both taking a shot that's in front of you. They might be good, they might be shit. They'll switch up!
Oh, and if I get bored, I'll spice it up. Answers still have to match. We cool? We're cool. So, the first question will be for Xinalith, Luxian, Kalaren and Moon!
What is their favourite movie?
( @infernussins )
Oh! This was exciting!
Oh this was terrible.
A Sin had come along and they were hosting a game??
What fresh hell was this?
And he was paired with Xinalith, no less. Could this get any better?
At least he was with Kalaren...guess it could be worse.
Ah! An interesting question. One that, unfortunately, I haven't the faintest clue the answer to but I'm confident in my ability to riddle the answer, if you will.
He scribbled for a moment before confidently revealing his answer. A beaming smile toward Xinalith.
Casablanca 💖
Yes. He'd drawn a heart.
Meanwhile Oberon also had no clue. Some friend, huh? They'd watched movies over the years but he'd already forgotten most of them.
{{ Uhhh... }}
He wrote something down with a shrug. Then flipped it with an apologetic look to Kalaren. It said:
Pax looked over at Luxian with a thoughtful hum. They had watched a lot of movies at family dinners but he wasn't actually that sure of his favourite movie. So, scribbling an answer it was.
Girl with a Pearl Earring
It was a good movie either way.
As for Kalaren he was trying not to giggle at the answer Oberon gave for him. He'd be singing songs from that movie later.
Nymphe had no clue how she got here, or when, or why. Was there some kind of celebration happening? Why were there so many people around?
Good god, she was so lost.
And then... she was dragged into a game and asked for Moon's favourite movie.
... okay. Sure.
And so, Nymphe (still very confused) scribbled down her answer. She did completely make it up though, because one, she didn't know many movies herself; and two, she had no idea what Moon liked.
When being called a 'fuckface', of course Xinalith snarled at Mammon and fired a wine bottle at him. And, of course, the sin already expected it and dodged it. Now there was just a broken glass bottle on Io and Oberon's floor. Sorry about that one, guys.
Now, with those writing down their answers, Mammon would be sure to use his magic to bring them over to him so there wouldn't be any chance of foul play. Look, he's a demon, but he's very serious about these games. And look who the fuck is playing. Of course he was going to take extra measures.
With all the questions answered, Mammon hummed for a looong time, all melodic, before howling with laughter.
All of you, drink up! You fuckin' suck!
And so, the real answers were revealed:
Xinalith: Robots
Luxian: The Fox and the Hound
Kalaren: The Lion King
Moon: Coraline
Seeing that they had lost, Xinalith could only glare at Io. Would he have had any idea on their favourite film? No. Did they still want to win? Yes. They were competitive. Sin of pride. Either way, they took their shot, pleasantly surprised that it was fairly decent in taste. Lucky them!
Luxian couldn't blame Pax for not knowing, so he giggled also and shook his head. Ah well, it didn't matter! It was just a silly game! So, down with his shot, who was also lucky in getting one that tasted good. Something tropical!
With all the shots taken, they refilled instantly, leaving Mammon to move on with the next question.
Alright, now we're switchin' sides. So, Io, Pax, Oberon and Lotus.
What are they most likely going to go to jail for?
Xinalith stared at Io for a while before writing down their answer, making sure Io was ready before showing it off.
Stalking.
As for Luxian? He struggled a bit, tapping his lower lip with his pen before jotting his down.
Down went the shot, for Pax, it was surprisingly nice. Tart, fruity and smooth.
Kalaren just giggled and did his shot. It was great! Like a pina colada but not sweet. It was fantastic! No harm no foul they were learning more about one another!
Loitering or someone accidentally thinks he is stalking them because he is brooding in the shadows
This game is fun!
He was even waving at Luxian and drew a little fox in the corner of his white board.
"Ah a lovely time so far. No points yes but a lovely time."
Luxian couldn't help but coo as he waved back to Kalaren, even blowing him a kiss. How sweet.
Just like last time, the real answers were in Mammon's possession as he looked over them all. Suddenly, confetti shot out above Pax and Luxian's head, followed by a floating number created with embers.
One point for Mr. No-Pants and Fox boy! The rest of you, drink!
And so, the answers were revealed:
Io: Genocide
Pax: Public Indecency
Oberon: Theft
All Xinalith could really do was blink at the answer, just to look away. They wanted to snicker. They wanted to make a joke. But for once in their life, they decided to hold back. Either way, a shot was taken and... ah, another pleasant one. A little bitter, but nothing to hiss at.
"Oh, yay! I got it right!"
Luxian clapped excitedly, tail swishing around more. Should this be something to celebrate? He wasn't sure. But they got a point at least!
Alright, next question. These are boring.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Xinalith just had to stare.
"What?"
You heard me!
"How the fuck are we supposed to-"
Answer the question or you owe me fifty souls.
"Excu-"
A hundred.
"...Fucking piece of shit..."
Welp. They were jotting their answer down, as was Luxian! Good luck guys, remember they have to match!
Io tilted his head at Xinalith's answer. Stalking? Him? Hmm. Interesting. In a way he was happy Xinalith's view of him was less severe than that of his own self. Drink time!
Oh! Fruity!
Then came the question. A strange one for sure. He knew how he'd answer it, but what about Xinalith?
Hmm...
He stared at the demon for a second before writing something down.
Why the f♡ck should I know?
It seemed like something Xinalith would say. Though he didn't like using the "f" word.
Oberon should've known Kalaren would take the "nice" route. Always looking on the bright side of people. He took a shot and-
{{ Oh hells! You're doing this on purpose! }}
There were tears in his eyes. Why did people even like alcohol??
Jotting down his answer he put something he figured Kalaren might say.
"To be fair... wouldn't it be difficult to arrest you? Different laws in realms and such? Plus you could just teleport out."
All the answers were gathered and looked over, the sin humming in thought. Then, once again, more confetti shot out over Luxian and Pax's head, the number now going up by another point.
"Oh, yay! We got another— ow?"
Before Luxian could finish his words, a rubber chicken was tossed at his head, the toy squawking when it hit him. Pouting, the vulpian rubbed his temple before looking in the general direction of where it came from, just to see a pair of scarlets glaring at him. Oh, then came the motion of Xinalith pointing to their eyes before turning their fingers towards him; a heads up that they were 'watching him'. Ah, Xinalith. Never change.
And for all you lovely people, here were the answers.
Xinalith: To pluck the fuck out of Mammon's eyes.
Luxian: To get to the other side.
Kalaren: Because its friends were on the other side.
Well, Xinalith took their shot. And oh, they were gagging. It was sour, very sour, and we all know how they hate sour things. That poor demon felt like they were going to die on the spot.
Alright, next question!
What is their favourite hobby?
Sorry Io, but you both were done for. Xinalith had no idea. So, writing down their answer, they showed their board.
Learning languages.
As for Luxian, he had to think on it for a little bit, squinting his eyes at Pax in deep thought before jotting his down. Oh, he even drew a doodle of the donari doing the activity, how nice!
Hey, he got the "fuck" part right! Look at them getting to know each other~
He chuckled and took his shot. Another mild and pleasantly fruity one. Probably for the best considering all the drugs he'd been sneaking from the box.
The next question, though, was a shoe-in. He had faith in the demon. Io gave Xinalith a little nod that said "we've got this!".
Oberon clicked his tongue with a "tch".
{{ Hey! That totally counts! The imps and chickens were friends before Kalaren- ahh... whatever. }}
The little moth growled as he threw back his shot only to be knocked flat on his ass.
"Huh I really thought I was going to be getting drunk. Great job Luxian we're winning."
Pax could only assume how much of a terrible time Xinalith was having. Actually he could feel it. His poor demon. So of course he started to flirt with them. Little winks and waves. Oh even a blown kiss.
Kalaren on the other hand was staring at his drink as if it wronged his bloodline. Because the last one did.
Oberon, as a friend, I need you to lock in.
Sending the shot back he was hissing and eyes watering. It was so, so, so sour. Like he licked every lemon in existence in a concentration.
This game was becoming a lot less fun. At least Luxian wasn't suffering though!
Reading/learning
Look Kalaren's brain was not in a good place right now.
The flirting was appreciated. Scarlets wandered over to Pax as a little smile appeared on their face, the donari being met with their own little wave and blown kisses. Oh, they even made a heart of embers appear, floating towards him.
All the answers were gathered and looked over. Suddenly, confetti shot out from behind Xinalith and Io, as well as Pax and Luxian again.
Well, would ya look at that? Someone else other than Music-Man and Twinkle-toes has got a point!
And so, the answers were as followed:
Io: Learning new languages
Pax: Making music
Oberon: Napping
Next question!
What historical event is the phrase, "Remember, remember, the fifth of November" associated with on Earth?
"Io, if you do not get this answer to match with mine, I'm dragging you back to the Infernal Castle and force feeding you so much candy floss, you will dissolve when you touch a puddle."
AKA, Xinalith's way of saying: don't be fucking stupid.
As for Luxian? Oh, given how he was blinking like a frog, he had no idea. He looked up at Pax with a sorrowful look, writing down his answer.
"...I feel like I should be sorry now for this. I... do not know a lot about Earth's history."
Io clapped as they got their first point. See? Knew they could do it! But as the threats came spilling out over the next question all he could do was shake his head with a chuckle.
Have you so little faith in me?
He gave the demon a little wink before writing his answer with a smug little grin. Yeah he was feeling pretty cocky about this one.
The Gunpowder Plot of 1605
Oberon was still reeling from his awful shot.
{{ Me lock in? You lock in. "Learning"?? That's Io's thing. Ugh. Fine. I'll.... I'll do better....}}
But it was case in point as the next question was asked and he hadn't the foggiest clue what it meant. A desperate look to Io across the way for any sort of clue before shooting a sorry look to Kalaren who he was pretty sure would be as lost as he was.
The Titanic?
Oh hells...he was already reaching for the next shot.
Pax pulled a face at the ask. He has been near earth not even a decade and well he never cared to learn the history. A long sigh before he wrote...something down.
Late Halloween
He was too sober for any of this. Maybe him and Luxian should ger worse at the game.
Kalaren on the other hand looked like his brain stopped. Was that the smell of smoke? Well he did a shot and...oh, that was rather nice. He needed that. Still good luck Oberon because Kalaren had no idea about the history of anything.
The answers were gathered, checked, and the next thing that happened was confetti appearing behind Xinalith and Io. They earned themselves another point, good for them!
Though, poor Xinalith, who was a bit of a history nerd. Seeing all of the answers made them pull a face, and that only grew worse when the other answers were revealed:
Xinalith: The Gunpowder Plot of 1605.
Luxian: An Autumnal Day?
Kalaren: The 5th of November...day...thing...?
Slamming their board down, they pointed at everyone.
"Pax, I love you, this is clearly not concerning you. But the rest of you are stupid as all hells! Have you never picked up a book before? And you!"
Xinalith pointed towards Oberon then.
"The Titanic was 1912! April 15th, to be exact! They made a whole film about it! You are 300 years too early!"
The demon scoffed then, folding their arms as Mammon cleared his throat.
You done?
"...It was Guy Fawkes who conducted the Gunpowder plot with a total of 36 barrels-"
Annnd nobody cares! Next question!
What is their biggest fear?
Xinalith blinked, as did Luxian, before the pair started to jot down their answers. Neither of them had... any idea.
It shouldn't be any surprise that the Sin of Greed, who is also known to be quite the big enjoyer for parties, had suddenly forced everyone to join them in one of the open rooms. Beings involved were already split up into a random assortment of teams, tables setting up with a few shots of... something plastered on them, as well as a selection of drugs neatly placed in boxes.
Oh, and a tipping jar. For each of them. Because of course.
Clearing his throat, Mammon grinned before theatrically bowing, fanning his hand out to make a microphone appear. Because... that was needed. Trust the sins to be all dramatic.
Hello, ladies, gentlemen, and whatever else you are! I've decided I'm bored and this 'party' needs a bit more life in it. So, seein' as we have several pairings 'ere, why not have some fun?
You guys heard of that 'newly weds' shit that mortals love? It's that... but with a twist! You're paired with people that you may know rather well, or you may not know. How fun!
And so, the pairings would be as followed: Fuckass and Io: Foxy and Pax: Kalaren and Mothman: Moon and Pinkie Pie!
Great names, Mammon. Yes, he did cleanly dodge that sudden empty wine bottle that was thrown at him by Xinalith.
I'll ask a question, four of you will write down your answers, and your partner has gotta answer them! If they match, congrats! If not, you're both taking a shot that's in front of you. They might be good, they might be shit. They'll switch up!
Oh, and if I get bored, I'll spice it up. Answers still have to match. We cool? We're cool. So, the first question will be for Xinalith, Luxian, Kalaren and Moon!
What is their favourite movie?
( @infernussins )
Oh! This was exciting!
Oh this was terrible.
A Sin had come along and they were hosting a game??
What fresh hell was this?
And he was paired with Xinalith, no less. Could this get any better?
At least he was with Kalaren...guess it could be worse.
Ah! An interesting question. One that, unfortunately, I haven't the faintest clue the answer to but I'm confident in my ability to riddle the answer, if you will.
He scribbled for a moment before confidently revealing his answer. A beaming smile toward Xinalith.
Casablanca 💖
Yes. He'd drawn a heart.
Meanwhile Oberon also had no clue. Some friend, huh? They'd watched movies over the years but he'd already forgotten most of them.
{{ Uhhh... }}
He wrote something down with a shrug. Then flipped it with an apologetic look to Kalaren. It said:
Pax looked over at Luxian with a thoughtful hum. They had watched a lot of movies at family dinners but he wasn't actually that sure of his favourite movie. So, scribbling an answer it was.
Girl with a Pearl Earring
It was a good movie either way.
As for Kalaren he was trying not to giggle at the answer Oberon gave for him. He'd be singing songs from that movie later.
Nymphe had no clue how she got here, or when, or why. Was there some kind of celebration happening? Why were there so many people around?
Good god, she was so lost.
And then... she was dragged into a game and asked for Moon's favourite movie.
... okay. Sure.
And so, Nymphe (still very confused) scribbled down her answer. She did completely make it up though, because one, she didn't know many movies herself; and two, she had no idea what Moon liked.
When being called a 'fuckface', of course Xinalith snarled at Mammon and fired a wine bottle at him. And, of course, the sin already expected it and dodged it. Now there was just a broken glass bottle on Io and Oberon's floor. Sorry about that one, guys.
Now, with those writing down their answers, Mammon would be sure to use his magic to bring them over to him so there wouldn't be any chance of foul play. Look, he's a demon, but he's very serious about these games. And look who the fuck is playing. Of course he was going to take extra measures.
With all the questions answered, Mammon hummed for a looong time, all melodic, before howling with laughter.
All of you, drink up! You fuckin' suck!
And so, the real answers were revealed:
Xinalith: Robots
Luxian: The Fox and the Hound
Kalaren: The Lion King
Moon: Coraline
Seeing that they had lost, Xinalith could only glare at Io. Would he have had any idea on their favourite film? No. Did they still want to win? Yes. They were competitive. Sin of pride. Either way, they took their shot, pleasantly surprised that it was fairly decent in taste. Lucky them!
Luxian couldn't blame Pax for not knowing, so he giggled also and shook his head. Ah well, it didn't matter! It was just a silly game! So, down with his shot, who was also lucky in getting one that tasted good. Something tropical!
With all the shots taken, they refilled instantly, leaving Mammon to move on with the next question.
Alright, now we're switchin' sides. So, Io, Pax, Oberon and Lotus.
What are they most likely going to go to jail for?
Xinalith stared at Io for a while before writing down their answer, making sure Io was ready before showing it off.
Stalking.
As for Luxian? He struggled a bit, tapping his lower lip with his pen before jotting his down.
Down went the shot, for Pax, it was surprisingly nice. Tart, fruity and smooth.
Kalaren just giggled and did his shot. It was great! Like a pina colada but not sweet. It was fantastic! No harm no foul they were learning more about one another!
Loitering or someone accidentally thinks he is stalking them because he is brooding in the shadows
This game is fun!
He was even waving at Luxian and drew a little fox in the corner of his white board.
"Ah a lovely time so far. No points yes but a lovely time."
Luxian couldn't help but coo as he waved back to Kalaren, even blowing him a kiss. How sweet.
Just like last time, the real answers were in Mammon's possession as he looked over them all. Suddenly, confetti shot out above Pax and Luxian's head, followed by a floating number created with embers.
One point for Mr. No-Pants and Fox boy! The rest of you, drink!
And so, the answers were revealed:
Io: Genocide
Pax: Public Indecency
Oberon: Theft
All Xinalith could really do was blink at the answer, just to look away. They wanted to snicker. They wanted to make a joke. But for once in their life, they decided to hold back. Either way, a shot was taken and... ah, another pleasant one. A little bitter, but nothing to hiss at.
"Oh, yay! I got it right!"
Luxian clapped excitedly, tail swishing around more. Should this be something to celebrate? He wasn't sure. But they got a point at least!
Alright, next question. These are boring.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Xinalith just had to stare.
"What?"
You heard me!
"How the fuck are we supposed to-"
Answer the question or you owe me fifty souls.
"Excu-"
A hundred.
"...Fucking piece of shit..."
Welp. They were jotting their answer down, as was Luxian! Good luck guys, remember they have to match!
Io tilted his head at Xinalith's answer. Stalking? Him? Hmm. Interesting. In a way he was happy Xinalith's view of him was less severe than that of his own self. Drink time!
Oh! Fruity!
Then came the question. A strange one for sure. He knew how he'd answer it, but what about Xinalith?
Hmm...
He stared at the demon for a second before writing something down.
Why the f♡ck should I know?
It seemed like something Xinalith would say. Though he didn't like using the "f" word.
Oberon should've known Kalaren would take the "nice" route. Always looking on the bright side of people. He took a shot and-
{{ Oh hells! You're doing this on purpose! }}
There were tears in his eyes. Why did people even like alcohol??
Jotting down his answer he put something he figured Kalaren might say.
"To be fair... wouldn't it be difficult to arrest you? Different laws in realms and such? Plus you could just teleport out."
All the answers were gathered and looked over, the sin humming in thought. Then, once again, more confetti shot out over Luxian and Pax's head, the number now going up by another point.
"Oh, yay! We got another— ow?"
Before Luxian could finish his words, a rubber chicken was tossed at his head, the toy squawking when it hit him. Pouting, the vulpian rubbed his temple before looking in the general direction of where it came from, just to see a pair of scarlets glaring at him. Oh, then came the motion of Xinalith pointing to their eyes before turning their fingers towards him; a heads up that they were 'watching him'. Ah, Xinalith. Never change.
And for all you lovely people, here were the answers.
Xinalith: To pluck the fuck out of Mammon's eyes.
Luxian: To get to the other side.
Kalaren: Because its friends were on the other side.
Well, Xinalith took their shot. And oh, they were gagging. It was sour, very sour, and we all know how they hate sour things. That poor demon felt like they were going to die on the spot.
Alright, next question!
What is their favourite hobby?
Sorry Io, but you both were done for. Xinalith had no idea. So, writing down their answer, they showed their board.
Learning languages.
As for Luxian, he had to think on it for a little bit, squinting his eyes at Pax in deep thought before jotting his down. Oh, he even drew a doodle of the donari doing the activity, how nice!
Hey, he got the "fuck" part right! Look at them getting to know each other~
He chuckled and took his shot. Another mild and pleasantly fruity one. Probably for the best considering all the drugs he'd been sneaking from the box.
The next question, though, was a shoe-in. He had faith in the demon. Io gave Xinalith a little nod that said "we've got this!".
Oberon clicked his tongue with a "tch".
{{ Hey! That totally counts! The imps and chickens were friends before Kalaren- ahh... whatever. }}
The little moth growled as he threw back his shot only to be knocked flat on his ass.
"Huh I really thought I was going to be getting drunk. Great job Luxian we're winning."
Pax could only assume how much of a terrible time Xinalith was having. Actually he could feel it. His poor demon. So of course he started to flirt with them. Little winks and waves. Oh even a blown kiss.
Kalaren on the other hand was staring at his drink as if it wronged his bloodline. Because the last one did.
Oberon, as a friend, I need you to lock in.
Sending the shot back he was hissing and eyes watering. It was so, so, so sour. Like he licked every lemon in existence in a concentration.
This game was becoming a lot less fun. At least Luxian wasn't suffering though!
Reading/learning
Look Kalaren's brain was not in a good place right now.
The flirting was appreciated. Scarlets wandered over to Pax as a little smile appeared on their face, the donari being met with their own little wave and blown kisses. Oh, they even made a heart of embers appear, floating towards him.
All the answers were gathered and looked over. Suddenly, confetti shot out from behind Xinalith and Io, as well as Pax and Luxian again.
Well, would ya look at that? Someone else other than Music-Man and Twinkle-toes has got a point!
And so, the answers were as followed:
Io: Learning new languages
Pax: Making music
Oberon: Napping
Next question!
What historical event is the phrase, "Remember, remember, the fifth of November" associated with on Earth?
"Io, if you do not get this answer to match with mine, I'm dragging you back to the Infernal Castle and force feeding you so much candy floss, you will dissolve when you touch a puddle."
AKA, Xinalith's way of saying: don't be fucking stupid.
As for Luxian? Oh, given how he was blinking like a frog, he had no idea. He looked up at Pax with a sorrowful look, writing down his answer.
"...I feel like I should be sorry now for this. I... do not know a lot about Earth's history."
It shouldn't be any surprise that the Sin of Greed, who is also known to be quite the big enjoyer for parties, had suddenly forced everyone to join them in one of the open rooms. Beings involved were already split up into a random assortment of teams, tables setting up with a few shots of... something plastered on them, as well as a selection of drugs neatly placed in boxes.
Oh, and a tipping jar. For each of them. Because of course.
Clearing his throat, Mammon grinned before theatrically bowing, fanning his hand out to make a microphone appear. Because... that was needed. Trust the sins to be all dramatic.
Hello, ladies, gentlemen, and whatever else you are! I've decided I'm bored and this 'party' needs a bit more life in it. So, seein' as we have several pairings 'ere, why not have some fun?
You guys heard of that 'newly weds' shit that mortals love? It's that... but with a twist! You're paired with people that you may know rather well, or you may not know. How fun!
And so, the pairings would be as followed: Fuckass and Io: Foxy and Pax: Kalaren and Mothman: Moon and Pinkie Pie!
Great names, Mammon. Yes, he did cleanly dodge that sudden empty wine bottle that was thrown at him by Xinalith.
I'll ask a question, four of you will write down your answers, and your partner has gotta answer them! If they match, congrats! If not, you're both taking a shot that's in front of you. They might be good, they might be shit. They'll switch up!
Oh, and if I get bored, I'll spice it up. Answers still have to match. We cool? We're cool. So, the first question will be for Xinalith, Luxian, Kalaren and Moon!
What is their favourite movie?
( @infernussins )
Oh! This was exciting!
Oh this was terrible.
A Sin had come along and they were hosting a game??
What fresh hell was this?
And he was paired with Xinalith, no less. Could this get any better?
At least he was with Kalaren...guess it could be worse.
Ah! An interesting question. One that, unfortunately, I haven't the faintest clue the answer to but I'm confident in my ability to riddle the answer, if you will.
He scribbled for a moment before confidently revealing his answer. A beaming smile toward Xinalith.
Casablanca 💖
Yes. He'd drawn a heart.
Meanwhile Oberon also had no clue. Some friend, huh? They'd watched movies over the years but he'd already forgotten most of them.
{{ Uhhh... }}
He wrote something down with a shrug. Then flipped it with an apologetic look to Kalaren. It said:
Pax looked over at Luxian with a thoughtful hum. They had watched a lot of movies at family dinners but he wasn't actually that sure of his favourite movie. So, scribbling an answer it was.
Girl with a Pearl Earring
It was a good movie either way.
As for Kalaren he was trying not to giggle at the answer Oberon gave for him. He'd be singing songs from that movie later.
Nymphe had no clue how she got here, or when, or why. Was there some kind of celebration happening? Why were there so many people around?
Good god, she was so lost.
And then... she was dragged into a game and asked for Moon's favourite movie.
... okay. Sure.
And so, Nymphe (still very confused) scribbled down her answer. She did completely make it up though, because one, she didn't know many movies herself; and two, she had no idea what Moon liked.
When being called a 'fuckface', of course Xinalith snarled at Mammon and fired a wine bottle at him. And, of course, the sin already expected it and dodged it. Now there was just a broken glass bottle on Io and Oberon's floor. Sorry about that one, guys.
Now, with those writing down their answers, Mammon would be sure to use his magic to bring them over to him so there wouldn't be any chance of foul play. Look, he's a demon, but he's very serious about these games. And look who the fuck is playing. Of course he was going to take extra measures.
With all the questions answered, Mammon hummed for a looong time, all melodic, before howling with laughter.
All of you, drink up! You fuckin' suck!
And so, the real answers were revealed:
Xinalith: Robots
Luxian: The Fox and the Hound
Kalaren: The Lion King
Moon: Coraline
Seeing that they had lost, Xinalith could only glare at Io. Would he have had any idea on their favourite film? No. Did they still want to win? Yes. They were competitive. Sin of pride. Either way, they took their shot, pleasantly surprised that it was fairly decent in taste. Lucky them!
Luxian couldn't blame Pax for not knowing, so he giggled also and shook his head. Ah well, it didn't matter! It was just a silly game! So, down with his shot, who was also lucky in getting one that tasted good. Something tropical!
With all the shots taken, they refilled instantly, leaving Mammon to move on with the next question.
Alright, now we're switchin' sides. So, Io, Pax, Oberon and Lotus.
What are they most likely going to go to jail for?
Xinalith stared at Io for a while before writing down their answer, making sure Io was ready before showing it off.
Stalking.
As for Luxian? He struggled a bit, tapping his lower lip with his pen before jotting his down.
Down went the shot, for Pax, it was surprisingly nice. Tart, fruity and smooth.
Kalaren just giggled and did his shot. It was great! Like a pina colada but not sweet. It was fantastic! No harm no foul they were learning more about one another!
Loitering or someone accidentally thinks he is stalking them because he is brooding in the shadows
This game is fun!
He was even waving at Luxian and drew a little fox in the corner of his white board.
"Ah a lovely time so far. No points yes but a lovely time."
Luxian couldn't help but coo as he waved back to Kalaren, even blowing him a kiss. How sweet.
Just like last time, the real answers were in Mammon's possession as he looked over them all. Suddenly, confetti shot out above Pax and Luxian's head, followed by a floating number created with embers.
One point for Mr. No-Pants and Fox boy! The rest of you, drink!
And so, the answers were revealed:
Io: Genocide
Pax: Public Indecency
Oberon: Theft
All Xinalith could really do was blink at the answer, just to look away. They wanted to snicker. They wanted to make a joke. But for once in their life, they decided to hold back. Either way, a shot was taken and... ah, another pleasant one. A little bitter, but nothing to hiss at.
"Oh, yay! I got it right!"
Luxian clapped excitedly, tail swishing around more. Should this be something to celebrate? He wasn't sure. But they got a point at least!
Alright, next question. These are boring.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Xinalith just had to stare.
"What?"
You heard me!
"How the fuck are we supposed to-"
Answer the question or you owe me fifty souls.
"Excu-"
A hundred.
"...Fucking piece of shit..."
Welp. They were jotting their answer down, as was Luxian! Good luck guys, remember they have to match!
Io tilted his head at Xinalith's answer. Stalking? Him? Hmm. Interesting. In a way he was happy Xinalith's view of him was less severe than that of his own self. Drink time!
Oh! Fruity!
Then came the question. A strange one for sure. He knew how he'd answer it, but what about Xinalith?
Hmm...
He stared at the demon for a second before writing something down.
Why the f♡ck should I know?
It seemed like something Xinalith would say. Though he didn't like using the "f" word.
Oberon should've known Kalaren would take the "nice" route. Always looking on the bright side of people. He took a shot and-
{{ Oh hells! You're doing this on purpose! }}
There were tears in his eyes. Why did people even like alcohol??
Jotting down his answer he put something he figured Kalaren might say.
"To be fair... wouldn't it be difficult to arrest you? Different laws in realms and such? Plus you could just teleport out."
All the answers were gathered and looked over, the sin humming in thought. Then, once again, more confetti shot out over Luxian and Pax's head, the number now going up by another point.
"Oh, yay! We got another— ow?"
Before Luxian could finish his words, a rubber chicken was tossed at his head, the toy squawking when it hit him. Pouting, the vulpian rubbed his temple before looking in the general direction of where it came from, just to see a pair of scarlets glaring at him. Oh, then came the motion of Xinalith pointing to their eyes before turning their fingers towards him; a heads up that they were 'watching him'. Ah, Xinalith. Never change.
And for all you lovely people, here were the answers.
Xinalith: To pluck the fuck out of Mammon's eyes.
Luxian: To get to the other side.
Kalaren: Because its friends were on the other side.
Well, Xinalith took their shot. And oh, they were gagging. It was sour, very sour, and we all know how they hate sour things. That poor demon felt like they were going to die on the spot.
Alright, next question!
What is their favourite hobby?
Sorry Io, but you both were done for. Xinalith had no idea. So, writing down their answer, they showed their board.
Learning languages.
As for Luxian, he had to think on it for a little bit, squinting his eyes at Pax in deep thought before jotting his down. Oh, he even drew a doodle of the donari doing the activity, how nice!
