You'll fall from grace and pay the price...

@stella-goetia

For every lie, for every vice. You think you're free, but you're a fool. |

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*Monokuma's bar was doing well. Really well, but it was missing something. He finally figured it out . What his bar needs now is A celebrity/influencer appearance. If he can get more popular figures to start coming to his bar more, it'll improve his reputation more. Especially with the hellborns. After doing some research, he's learned that the Goetias are amongst one of the higher tiers of the hierarchy of hell. If he gets one of them to show up and give a positive review, it'll improve his image with the hellborns. He sends MonoFizzarolli to the Goetias household with a VIP pass to hand to one of the Goetia family members. MonoFizz knocks on the door and waits patiently.* @nastrond-and-valhalla

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The Goetian princess was going about her usual admittedly mundane day. Her tea tasted much better these days, especially with the nuisance gone to no longer interrupt her peace. The palace was colder than ever with Andrealphus having taken over her lousy ex-husband's quarters, each plant or relic frozen in solid ice casings.

Still, that fragile peace was interrupted by a knock on the door. Stella rolled her eyes, stifling a groan. "Ask them what they want. And do hurry, lest my brew get any colder," she ordered a nearby imp butler with a sharp tone.

The imp bowed his head and approached the grand doors, opening the mail slot so his eyes could be seen through the wooden barrier, and speaking. "Her Majesty is... preoccupied at the moment. Might I take a message?"

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MonoFizz: "Salutations. I am a humble servant of the overlord of despair, humbly arrived to ring this VIP invite to the heads of this household. Are they in right this moment?"

The imp squints for a second before breathing deeply and trying again. "As stated, Her Majesty is occupied at the moment. I can take a message," he offers once more. Stella herself has no incentive to allow them in, after all.

#〔 👑 demon princess — stella goetia 〕

*Monokuma's bar was doing well. Really well, but it was missing something. He finally figured it out . What his bar needs now is A celebrity/influencer appearance. If he can get more popular figures to start coming to his bar more, it'll improve his reputation more. Especially with the hellborns. After doing some research, he's learned that the Goetias are amongst one of the higher tiers of the hierarchy of hell. If he gets one of them to show up and give a positive review, it'll improve his image with the hellborns. He sends MonoFizzarolli to the Goetias household with a VIP pass to hand to one of the Goetia family members. MonoFizz knocks on the door and waits patiently.* @nastrond-and-valhalla

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The Goetian princess was going about her usual admittedly mundane day. Her tea tasted much better these days, especially with the nuisance gone to no longer interrupt her peace. The palace was colder than ever with Andrealphus having taken over her lousy ex-husband's quarters, each plant or relic frozen in solid ice casings.

Still, that fragile peace was interrupted by a knock on the door. Stella rolled her eyes, stifling a groan. "Ask them what they want. And do hurry, lest my brew get any colder," she ordered a nearby imp butler with a sharp tone.

The imp bowed his head and approached the grand doors, opening the mail slot so his eyes could be seen through the wooden barrier, and speaking. "Her Majesty is... preoccupied at the moment. Might I take a message?"

#〔 👑 demon princess — stella goetia 〕

Event: Slashers (The Purge)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stella nods in response, seeming to have caught the implication that he was just going along with her, but brushing it off. She raises an eyebrow. "Alcohol, hm? So you're an alcoholic," she observes. Since Husk isn't an overlord anymore, and she doesn't really care for Sinners in general, she knows little about his current life. She makes a point to know at least a bit about the "high-class" Sinners, the Overlords, including who their thralls are, but not much beyond that.

Her eyes widen slightly at his words, noting his surprising honesty toward her, before schooling her features back into a more neutral expression. "...I see. I must admit, I first assumed your master had sent you. Many overlords send their toys to obtain Goetic favor," she explains. Jeez, is she going to keep calling him that? She's just as bad as Alastor! "Very well, then. Though I feel the need to iterate that it's simply a... yearly tradition we Goatias have," she explains. But no, there was definitely malice, resentment behind her earlier actions. She doesn't exactly hide it well.

#【 🍸 radio demon's plaything? — husk interaction 】#〔 👑 demon princess — stella goetia 〕#「 🪽 fall from grace — non canon event 」

Event: Slashers (The Purge)

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

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

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

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

(Tags! Feel free to interact or ignore!)

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

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*Monofizz, who was carrying a wounded Piki Piki who's latest prank left her without legs, panics and punches Stella in the face, stunning her slightly. Really bad move on his part, not just because he has to keep his comrade safe, but also because he just punched one of the most powerful demons in the face. He backs up with fear before making a break for it and finding a alleyway to hide Piki Piki in. He already figures that he's fucked, but he can at least make sure that his ally in chaos is safe from the deadly bird lady.*

Stella blinks, momentarily stunned by the pain inflicted on her beak. Stumbling back, she clutches her rifle tighter before composing herself. "Oh, I do so love it when my toys play back," she croons mockingly, waving a hand as shimmering slivers of light wrap around her arm, moving like sentient serpents. One by one, the slivers lash at MonoFizz and Piki Piki, scalding their flesh (or, in MonoFizz's case, corroding his circuits), and inducing a pain almost exclusive to Goetic curses.

Without another word, she snaps her fingers and several portals open, bright manifestations of light in the shapes of hounds emerging from them. She points towards where the two had run to, knowing her starfires will slow them down, if not sear them alive altogether. Smiling wickedly, she says one word. "Fetch."

And with that, the hounds take off, catching the scent of MonoFizz and Piki Piki and running right towards them, jaws snapping with each stride closer, razor-sharp teeth bared in violent snarls.

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*MonoFizz can only do his best to ignore the pain as he readies to fight of the hounds. He hides Piki Piki in the trash as starts fighting off the hounds.*

Monofizz: "Fighting a Goetia....That's a suicide mission.....But if I somehow win....the street credit will be unbelievable!" *He launches a large flurry of punches at the hounds using the walls of the alleyway to bounce his attacks around like ricochetting bullets, taking down as many of them as he can.*

Which is, unfortunately, close to none of them. Those he does manage to wound just get back up like nothing ever happened. What the hell are they, if even his angelic enhancements aren't enough to take them down? Even Piki Piki begins to deteriorate from her presence alone, her sheer malice radiating and clinging to her like a second skin.

One of the hounds returns to Stella, who gives it an oddly sweet smile, ruffling the fur between its ears. "Good pup," she coos, and the hound's tail begins to wag. Then she snaps her fingers, and shimmering rose gold threads, similar to Rosie's, restrain MonoFizzarolli's wrists and ankles in a spread position.

Her eyes narrow and her smirk returns, aiming her rifle at the restrained robot before her. The golden threads start to burn, though since MonoFizzarolli is a robot, it only really serves to overheat his circuits. "Now then, any last words?" she asks, closing one eye and taking aim.

#〔 👑 demon princess — stella goetia 〕#「 🪽 fall from grace — non canon event 」

Event: Slashers (The Purge)

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

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

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

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

(Tags! Feel free to interact or ignore!)

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

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*Monofizz, who was carrying a wounded Piki Piki who's latest prank left her without legs, panics and punches Stella in the face, stunning her slightly. Really bad move on his part, not just because he has to keep his comrade safe, but also because he just punched one of the most powerful demons in the face. He backs up with fear before making a break for it and finding a alleyway to hide Piki Piki in. He already figures that he's fucked, but he can at least make sure that his ally in chaos is safe from the deadly bird lady.*

Stella blinks, momentarily stunned by the pain inflicted on her beak. Stumbling back, she clutches her rifle tighter before composing herself. "Oh, I do so love it when my toys play back," she croons mockingly, waving a hand as shimmering slivers of light wrap around her arm, moving like sentient serpents. One by one, the slivers lash at MonoFizz and Piki Piki, scalding their flesh (or, in MonoFizz's case, corroding his circuits), and inducing a pain almost exclusive to Goetic curses.

Without another word, she snaps her fingers and several portals open, bright manifestations of light in the shapes of hounds emerging from them. She points towards where the two had run to, knowing her starfires will slow them down, if not sear them alive altogether. Smiling wickedly, she says one word. "Fetch."

And with that, the hounds take off, catching the scent of MonoFizz and Piki Piki and running right towards them, jaws snapping with each stride closer, razor-sharp teeth bared in violent snarls.

#〔 👑 demon princess — stella goetia 〕#「 🪽 fall from grace — non canon event 」

Event: Slashers (The Purge)

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

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

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

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

(Tags! Feel free to interact or ignore!)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#// Yeye! Like it doesn't JUSTIFY her behavior but she was ALSO an unwitting child bride??#// Like Stolas isn't the only one who suffered

Event: Slashers (The Purge)

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

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

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

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

(Tags! Feel free to interact or ignore!)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#// all I'm saying is she can be both an abuser and a victim- She can be both at once and it doesn't have to justify her behavior-#〔 👑 demon princess — stella goetia 〕#【 🍸 radio demon's plaything? — husk interaction 】#「 🪽 fall from grace — non canon event 」

Event: Slashers (The Purge)

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

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

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

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

(Tags! Feel free to interact or ignore!)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#// if she's ooc it's on purpose bc she is the BIGGEST victim of viv's inability to write female characters especially villains-#〔 👑 demon princess — stella goetia 〕#「 🪽 fall from grace — non canon event 」#【 🍸 Radio Demon's Plaything? — Husk Interaction 】#<- She's so mean I'm so sorry-

Event: Slashers (The Purge)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#〔 👑 demon princess — stella goetia 〕#「 🪽 fall from grace — non canon event 」

Event: Slashers (The Purge)

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

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

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

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

(Tags! Feel free to interact or ignore!)

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

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

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

#〔 👑 demon princess — stella goetia 〕#「 🪽 fall from grace — non canon event 」

Event: Slashers (The Purge)

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

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

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

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

(Tags! Feel free to interact or ignore!)

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

#〔 👑 Demon Princess — Stella Goetia 〕#「 🔥 Hell Hath No Fury — Open Starter 」#「 🪽 Fall From Grace — Non-Canon Event 」

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