#murderbynecessity

[hewhostaystheknife]

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After the revelation so kindly provided by Vassago, it was a matter of finding Skara Devang first.

And then Zadkiel had to consider just how to make his approach. He desperately wanted to avoid putting her on edge immediately, or escalating into outright conflict.

The vessel who agreed to help him despite the risks was a middle-aged man, black hair pulled back in a quaff, grey at his temples and scattered through his trimmed beard and moustache. He was a barber by trade, a kind and generous fixture in his neighbourhood, and Zadkiel enjoyed the calm and warm aura of his soul.

He would try her house first-- the mansion on the hill gave him the heebie jeebies somehow, but would venture there if there was no response to his knocking at her door, and polite step back from the entrance after.

[dinosaurgreasestain]

[ Pride had to deal with his own emotions for a few moments, not bothering to text Lucifer back and realizing that yes, Devang had indeed threatened him with some explosives a while back but-

Okay, well yes, she HAD been serious, he just…

The Sin gave a hiss of frustration from his spot on the throne. He’d gotten all ready for her to just waltz on in and she’d gone around his back like a coward. But he had little standing to gripe, this he knew. He had asked for this- just thought it would’ve been way more satisfying and on even footing. ]

YOU! [ He called to the General who turned to face him obediently, scythe-like forelimbs poised for battle. ] Take the mortals and get them out of my sight. Go football-kick them right into that asshole’s FACE if you want. I don’t fucking care. But I don’t want to SEE THEM and if YOU come back and tell me you didn’t beat her up before you left, I’m TURNING YOU INTO DARK MATTER AND BURYING YOU SO DEEP IN THE CIRCLES THAT YOU’LL COME OUT OF THE GROUND ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE PLANE.

[ The General was a bit caught off guard, but far be it from him to disobey an order. So he simply nodded, turning to call out for the underlings to join him and amass a hulking, writhing, bestial form of a demon, it’s body punctuated with wriggling tarry arms and legs that stuck out of its larger form. It was four-limbed and dinosaur-like, it’s big head filled with blinking red eyes as it stomped across the lair and opened its wide maw.

With it, it collected the blackened and nearly soulless Charlie who sank in between the demons with no fuss. This was not unfamiliar. Weird way to go about it, but he had no fight to bother questioning.

Liam, on the other hand, was flabbergasted. Frustrated, surely, that this was not going the way his mother had implied it would… But maybe.. Were they really just going to take them to her??? He tried to protest aloud as the giant demon mass paraded towards him, insisting that he could just walk on his own, but the mouth swallowed him whole just the same. It would be an experience he’d want to forget about later.

Pride stood and watched with disdain as the huge demon beast disappeared through a fissure and made its way to the mortal plane. His thoughts were now elsewhere, to Jasper. In the hospital… maybe it hadn’t been that bad. He was still alive, wasn’t he?

He’d need to find out. And so he disappeared, off to ease his own worries.

The demon mass sought out Devang now, unbothered by the attention it was gathering from bystanders who saw it erupt from the middle of a busy intersection and march off in some unknown direction. The commotion it caused didn’t bother it. It was making a delivery. ]

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[sugarcoatedmechanic]

All Luke had to do was send a thought in the back of his mind, throw it back to home, in the garage, in a heap on the floor. Then simple eyes lit up in LED cool white and he rose to his feet in creaky groans. Next to him, he saw himself as he also got up in a much sleeker and quieter body.

Dammit. Looks like he’s the clunker Luke today.

Both Lukes looked nothing like Luke, and the clunky cobbled together one couldn’t speak or even see in color. But they didn’t need to speak; just go out looking for Devang.

They split up, and Luke- Rusty, they all agreed, identifying themselves from one another in their minds. Rusty, and…what’s a good nickname for future boy? Hahah, Buzz Lightyear. Dumbass.

Rusty split off from Buzz, and they would keep a line open between themselves while first Luke (whoever starts it gets to be Luke) severed his line for now, knowing the message was received.

He couldn’t move very fast and he got some stares walking down the street, barely trying to conceal his nature under a hoodie and cargo pants, but Rusty was the toughest of Luke’s bodies. He could crush the handle of a door to break in to a security office and hack in to some cameras around Newark, searching for the last sign of Devang in the area. Get the first idea of where she went.

Might take a few hacks of different camera networks, but that’s why Rusty and Buzz are both out. If they can’t find anything, well. Could always send out some drones and the other boys.

As of yet he was only somewhat worried. Devang can’t be killed, after all.

[secondhandscales]

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[ He would duck somewhere in the darkness and away from the park lamps before answering, his voice low and quiet to keep himself from being noticed. ]

How did you get back? [ He whispered a little fiercely. ] 

[kaengeru]

MEAN TO HIM!!

[daedaluscried]

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“ What’s the loudest you think I could scream? Should we test it out?! “ She was already excitedly gulping air down into her lungs in preparation.

[crocodilidouble]

@murderbynecessity

Charlie said some... things about you asking for... inter-view?

[violeteyedkiller]

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His phone was tucked away into his suit jacket pocket after sending out the address, reaching into the opposite pocket to take out the small cannister of opium, shaking its contents. He considers, realizing he hadn’t clarified with Devang that he only liked smoking the stuff. For his biology, it was the only way he could feel any kind of high. He begins packing the pipe, waiting for his guest. Been a few years since he’s touched the stuff, he was a bit anxious to get back into it, to see how it’d affect him but. He would be well behaved in the presence of company.