#demon carlos

[the-perfect-scientist]

Wrong Target (Closed with constellation-owl-prince)

Tonight's 'target' was a bird-like sinner with a bad habit of stealing from the poorer sinners and hell-born. His actions led to the homelessness of some, and the deaths of countless others for various reasons.

"The Lobo" had been following him for a while now, and finally it was down to the place where the sinner worked; some fancy restaurant where fancy people had their brunches and tea or whatever. So Carlos was just waiting for the target out back, waiting for him to take a smoke break.

The door opened. The knife was in Carlos' paw. He saw feathers and that was all the confirmation he needed. In a flash the wolf-like demon grabbed the other by the arm and dug the knife right into his back.

Except something was wrong. The feathers were the wrong color. Wrong type of bird. Fuck... this was the wrong person!

"Shit!" Carlos hissed.

@constellation-owl-prince

[the-perfect-scientist]

Demon Vigilantism (closed w/ whtever-im-roleplaying)

The ‘subject’ was one of the sorts that made true crime media consumers lose faith in the system in their community;

Multiple violent offenses - some of them not even reported. A disregard for human life other than his own. A string of victims, some of which - again - weren’t reported or discovered and can’t get justice. And a nasty habit of reckless driving when he even got a whiff of a police presence.

Carlos wasn’t a cop. He’d never want to be anyway - too many rules that got in the way of things, especially when cases were straight-forward. But he was on Earth, and he was damn sure to use the opportunity he’d been given to fix this particular mistake.

Besides, the guy smelled of complete immorality. This one would be easy to deal with.

@whtever-im-roleplaying

[the-perfect-scientist]

Interlopers (closed w/ fromkevinwithlove)

The town was... interesting. If he were still a scientist, he’d say it was scientifically interesting. It tickled at the curiosity and drive to discover that Carlos hadn’t felt in he didn’t know how many years, and he had no idea where he wanted to start.

But he wasn’t a scientist anymore. He didn’t have funding, or a lab, or anything. And it wasn’t like he could just resume his life - things didn’t work like that, and he had changed in the years he’d been gone.

But still, he peered down into the pit with a curious interest at the people (or, mostly people? There were other beings there as well that he didn’t recognize) huddling down at the bottom as someone called up kindly to him, inviting him to “huddle with us”.

He politely declined, but continued to observe as he slowly began the long journey of understanding this town he had been summoned in.

@fromkevinwithlove

[the-perfect-scientist]

Response to the ADDICT music video from Hazbin Hotel.

Carlos is in the mindset of ‘well that’s interesting’. He’s not ignorant of what went on in the club or who owns it, but he just doesn’t have the ability to destroy it himself (no matter how much he would want to) because he just doesn’t have the resources for a big operation like that.

Instead he’s doing his standard serial-killing routine... y’know. Getting rid of the worst demons more on his level.

[the-perfect-scientist]

The Stalking Wolf (closed w/ canon-anon-roomba)

A bell in a certain restaurant ringed as a man walked in. He appeared every bit the average man and was otherwise nondescript. He got himself seated and ordered for himself and a friend, whom he was waiting on.

Not long after someone else entered. This man wore a blue and red hoodie with a yellow undershirt and red pants. He looked over at the spot where the first man sat with a glare before carefully choosing a seat, which he had expected to be empty. From there he had a completely unobstructed view of the first man and was within earshot of anything he might be saying.

A very obvious appearance of one person following another, but it didn’t seem like the other restaurant goers had any idea that something nefarious may be going on. Least of all, the target himself. It was almost like they had been made to ignore the man in the the bright colors.

The man in the hoodie mildly perused over the menu as he observed and mentally catalogued the other.

@canon-anon-roomba

[the-perfect-scientist]

“You’re a new one, aren’t you?” Crowley approached the newcomer, hands in his coat pockets. His golden snake eyes on full display as he sauntered closer, his sunglasses peeking out of the breast pocket. "Guess that makes me your tour guide." He sighed.

Carlos made a low growling noise, but didn’t immediately say anything to the other demon. He looked at him with sharp golden brown eyes, his stance stiff and guarded.

Carlos didn’t look like he used to. Two small horns peaked out from his black mop of hair, somehow made darker from his translation. His ears pointed upward and had a few more muscles than they used to, and his teeth were sharper than what a human would have needed. The dingy duster coat that he had was long and heavy and it did an alright job of hiding some of the spines that had since ripped through his skin and made it impossible for him to ever sit comfortably again. Other than that, he was still vaguely human-shaped. So there was that, at least.

“Can I get your name?” he asked the demon lowly.

@aziraphalesdemoncrowley

[the-perfect-scientist]

Some art inspired from Discord. Here’s Carlos in the blue suit for a formal event, and then a brief interaction with another character. Then some of Carlos looking like a 1920s nerd, because I thought he’d look cute with glasses XD

My art - please do not repost

[the-perfect-scientist]

Stalking (closed w/happyhxtel)

Carlos found himself outside of the ‘Hazbin Hotel’ in an afternoon when the pentagram-moon-thing started to sink. Or perhaps it just appeared to sink... still, it was afternoon.

He thought the place was supposed to be the ‘Happy Hotel’ from what he heard on that TV spot, but there was apparently a name change. That could get confusing, but it ultimately didn’t matter since Carlos had found it.

He approached the door and looked for a door bell. But being unable to find one he sighed and just knocked instead. The place wasn’t exactly bustling, so he hoped someone was there to see him.

@happyhxtel