#infierna

[pridetempt]

The cane cracks into his knee, skips his shin, then flicks up to thunk under his chin mid-breath, “Oh don’t start posturing at me— King of Hell, prince of pageantry, walking midlife crisis with horns is more like it!” Susan barrels on, the ferrule grinding into the toe of his boot, “Every time I turn around it’s banners here, speeches there, some grand reinvention or rubber duck nobody asked for. You want a medal because the ceiling stayed up? You want a parade because Hell didn’t implode before lunch?” The cane hops, taps his temple once, misses, taps again harder. “Think! Lilith knew how to run this dump. Supply lines, morale, fear where it counted; none of this prancing about like you’re auditioning for a show!” A jab to his chest, then his shoulder, then an irritated smack to the floor. “Where’s the finesse? Where’s the follow-through? Yer howmanship’s sloppy & the results are worse.” The cane hooks his coat hem & yanks him down to her level, “Cannibal Town understands cause & effect; you promise, you deliver, or you get eaten. Simple & effective,” Another jab to his shoe, a clipped poke to the side of his head. “I’m still speaking, young man, don’t you dare roll those eyes,” The cane settles against his sternum, “You angels are all the same! Where do you come off thinking wings & titles mean you know how this place actually works— swanning in, breaking routines, barking orders, then vanishing the second the mess starts leaking into the streets? I never trusted your kind; your hair is too soft & your teeth are too white!” / from Susan 🤭🤭

this is going to get a proper reply in a bit but i just need everyone to see this : susan , the bitch of cannibal town is hitting the devil with her cane while scolding him. i repeat

SUSAN , THE BITCH OF CANNIBAL TOWN , IS HITTING THE DEVIL WITH HER CANE WHILE SCOLDING HIM !!!

now that we've all seen this . . . when if she disappears without a trace , i don't wanna hear any questions about it , okay ? we all know what may or may not have happened to her.

people question if lu killed her ( gasp! was vox wrong? can he hurt sinners? ) but really she's just at some private resort / beach / torture chamber / wherever that he keeps hidden to hold the sinners that are threatening his street cred. idk if it's a pleasant stay, but that's where she is. i mean isn't. i mean idk what you're talking about. susan who? never heard of her.

[hellhoundmuses]

@infierna asked: "i owe you one. / from Yogirt to Satan!"

From: Prompts for people who aren't used to kidness

There was a small eyebrow raise toward that comment. Satan was not one who normally expected anyone (let alone Yogirt) to show any sort of kindness toward him. In this situation, maybe he could say it was somewhat warranted for the work Satan had done in trying to cool his temper over the past few years, but at the same time... maybe it wasn't related to that at all?

After all... it wasn't like there was a shortage of things she could be referencing for Satan. He knew he had some times where it seemed that the court was getting out of hand, and Satan himself had to step in to ensure Yogirt was not harmed, because despite all the good she had done for him, others did not always feel the same way when she made comments to Satan in court when trying to calm him. Why someone would have been dumb enough to try to attack Yogirt?

He didn't know. And yet, even though he had stopped people from doing it countless times now, people still wanted to continue trying to do it over and over. So maybe it was a comment towards those times. He wasn't really sure, it had kind of just... come up out of nowhere.

It wasn't like the two were doing anything at the moment... but... well... they were, in a way. They had just finished another court case and, for once in a very long time, Satan... hadn't gotten angry with people. He had actually been level-headed.

❝I have to assume that this is in regards to me not getting angry during the trial, yes?❞ he asked as he studied her for a few moments, ❝I do not know why you'd have to owe me for something so simple, to be frank with you.❞

In a way, Satan was just entirely confused because the comment had really come out of left field for him. He had worked long enough with Yogirt to expect comments every now and again that he didn't expect, and yet... this was one where he was almost taken aback because of the... kindness in her voice. Not that it wasn't normal, just... the combination of the words and her tone was throwing him for a loop.

❝Whatever the case may be, I guess... thank you? I'm not entirely sure how to respond to that,❞ he remarks and stands to begin walking back down the stairs of the throne, ❝Perhaps it is all the years of you trying to drill it into my head that I needed to be more calm catching up with me.❞

He huffs and gives a small eye roll.

❝Although I would have preferred to continue staying angry at these trials.❞

[pridetempt]

@infierna ✒︎ The cane cracks into his knee, skips his shin, then flicks up to thunk under his chin mid-breath, “Oh don’t start posturing at me— King of Hell, prince of pageantry, walking midlife crisis with horns is more like it!” Susan barrels on, the ferrule grinding into the toe of his boot, “Every time I turn around it’s banners here, speeches there, some grand reinvention or rubber duck nobody asked for. You want a medal because the ceiling stayed up? You want a parade because Hell didn’t implode before lunch?” The cane hops, taps his temple once, misses, taps again harder. “Think! Lilith knew how to run this dump. Supply lines, morale, fear where it counted; none of this prancing about like you’re auditioning for a show!” A jab to his chest, then his shoulder, then an irritated smack to the floor. “Where’s the finesse? Where’s the follow-through? Yer howmanship’s sloppy & the results are worse.” The cane hooks his coat hem & yanks him down to her level, “Cannibal Town understands cause & effect; you promise, you deliver, or you get eaten. Simple & effective,” Another jab to his shoe, a clipped poke to the side of his head. “I’m still speaking, young man, don’t you dare roll those eyes,” The cane settles against his sternum, “You angels are all the same! Where do you come off thinking wings & titles mean you know how this place actually works— swanning in, breaking routines, barking orders, then vanishing the second the mess starts leaking into the streets? I never trusted your kind; your hair is too soft & your teeth are too white!” / from Susan 🤭🤭

umprompted ask | always accepting

pain takes him by surprise ; if not for the cane under his chin , he'd be bent over nursing a wounded knee. ❝ ow ! what the—-- owww-ah ! ❞ she keeps doing it ! this sinner keeps snacking him with her cane to a chorus of muted oomphs and ows : knee , chin , toe , head , chest , shoulder. ❝ hey ! okay —- okaaay !! that is enough ! ❞ surprise is the only reason there's not more anger in lucifer's reaction. too caught off guard by the audacity to do much more than gawk in disbelief for a good few seconds of . . . is she scolding him ??? and what kind of sinner scolds the devil ??? a crotchety old cannibal one , evidently.

apple-topped cane of his own appears in a flash of crimson magic , swipes to move her offending stick off his person with a flourish. ❝ listen here , young lady , i know how hell works. i built it. ❞ chin dips , eyes flashing dangerously. briefly. blink and you'd miss it. ❝ after i built your earth , everything on it , and everything else (!) in creation. ❞ technically , lucifer helped build creation , but shhhh that doesn't matter right now. he's making a point.

the smile that spreads is sickly sweet , too wide for sincerity —-- since this little sinner has such issues with his teeth , let him bare them. ❝ but (!) if you think you can do better . . . the suggestion box is right over there. in the pit. of despair. from which no one has returned. ever. ❞ a thumb jabs over his shoulder , gesturing vaguely in the direction of the neglected , abandoned , festering hole of rot that oozes danger , screams of death. ❝ off you go then ! time to put your money where your mouth is , sinner. ❞ misplaced friendly cheer drips from his words and the golden angel may or may not poke her along with his cane.

[assassimp]

𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐀   :               it's  just,  when  you  add  'obviously'  it  feels  a  little  less  obvious.

"ha, whaaaat?" satan's low-hanging ballsack, he's fucking this up. how come he fucks this up every fucking time? he swallows thickly, knowing his eyes have gone all large and round but unable to train them into anything normal. "oh, i get it. you kids, and all your... kid-things." fuck! he isn't even old, okay? he was young, like, fifteen years ago! "come on, loony, you know what i mean! let's just take daddy at his word and never ask any more questions about this ever again, mmkay?" @infierna.

[assassimp]

a comotion in the lobby isn't usually cause for concern, but the general silence from his staff makes blitzø's tail twitch. why is no one screaming? where's all the fucking fuss? he shoulders open the door leading out of his office to survey the damage and is struck by the terror in question being a very pretty, very angry rose-woman. fucking sinner demons. "this isn't a fucking dungeon! people do businsess here!" @infierna , 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍 , ♡

[herarmor]

                  VAGGIE   WAS   CAREFUL   WITH   EACH   PASS   OF   THE   BANDAGES;   SHE   had   to   make   it   tight   enough   to   secure   it   yet   not   hurt.   The   amount   of   times   Vaggie   had   to   heal   her   sisters   had   made   her   an   expert   healer   it   seemed.   She   knew   it   would   put   a   target   on   her   back,   but   reality   was…   Vaggie   could   handle   it.   She   knew   she   could.   Somewhere   deep   in   her   mind   told   her   that,   and   that   only was enough   to   see   the   angel   through.   

                  how was i supposed to know that?!

               SHE   DIRECTED   HER   GAZE   FROM   HER   WORK   TO   LOOK   AT   @infierna   more   closely.   It   appeared   today’s   exercise   did   a   number   on   her.   Vaggie   felt   a   pang   in   her   chest   at   the   sight   of   her   fellow   sister   in   distress,   “   Hey,   take   it   easy   on   yourself.   It   was   your   first   time   in   one of   her   exercises,   ”   Vaggie   reached   over   to   place   one   hand   on   Clitorissa’s   shoulder   while   the   other   made   sure   the   bandages   did   get   loose,   “   You’re   going   to   be   fine,   I   promise,   ”   Vaggie   knew   she   shouldn’t   make   promises   like   this,   but   what   else   was   she   to   do?   “   Stick   by   my   side.   Always.   We’ll   make   it   through   it.   ”

                       ↪ MORBID CURIOSITY ... [ REMASTERED ]

[hazb1nz]

      STATIC    CRACKLES    AT    THE    SUDDEN    INTRUSION    ;    privacy having become a privilege the radio had long since bid adieu.    ever since that snake had disappeared after a heroic    (    moronic    )    sacrifice    –    he was left with the insolent pets scattered around the hotel.    could one even include eggs to be pets    ?    could a cannibalistic deer    ?    lips parted to greet the little creature    ,    only to be reminded of how good a french omelette sounded.

      “The good couch is on fire.” @infierna ( frank ) screeches.

      breath is released at the statement    ,    smile struggling to remain as composed as it normally would.    the creatures very voice grated against his nerves like a rasper to cheese    ,    powers pulsating despite the broken modulator beside him.    claws click against the desk as the radio regains serenity    ,    annoyance lacing his words despite the smile that contradicts.

      ❛❛    & did you put out the fire before coming to get me    ,    mon oeufs brouillés    ?    ❜❜

[he11bambi]

                  "Has it occurred to you that perhaps I want to be alone?"

                  LIPS   WERE   PRESSED   TOGETHER   WHICH   EMITTED   A   HUM   AKIN   TO   the   sound   of   static.   Alastor   sat   on   the   scientist’s   desk,   one   leg   crossed   over   the   other,   body   hunched   forward,   and   one   hand   in   his   lap.   The   other   hand   held   tight   to   his   cane,   claws   careful   against   the   microphone   tip,   “   Hm,   it   might   have   crossed   my   mind,   ”   his   smile   was   one   of   amusement.   Don’t   be   a   nuisance,   “   But,   it   was   a   fleeting   thought.   ”  

                     NEW   GUESTS   MEANT   HE   HAD   NEW   FACES   TO   CATALOG   for   self   use,   but   certain   guests   could   wait   a   while.   This   one,   however,   had   peaked   his   interest.   Baxter   was   his   name,   and   though   he   had   heard   of   @infierna   here   and   there,   he   didn’t   expect   him   to   be   at   the   hotel.   Hadn’t   he   worked   for   Vox?   Didn’t   he   still?   Alastor   had   been   out   of   the   loop   given   his   antisocial   ways,   and   that   one   little   fact   of   him   being   a   captive,   “   I   hear   you   helped   the   hotel…   how   utterly   fascinating—   oh!   Dear   me,   aren’t   you   the one who makes   toys   for   Vox   to   play   around   with?   ”

                                         Lonely Sentences, Vol. 2