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[In The Spider's Web] @the-olde-sinner

Alastor did appreciate Zestial. People called him old, which was true, but in a demeaning manner, which was demented. Three centuries in Hell? This was a fascinating feat, that made The Radio Demon more wary of Zestial than any other.

This was an Overlord that may have understood how to beat the game of eternal life, and who should not be taken lightly.

Besides, he was smart, technologically illiterate, and criminally overlooked. They had a lot in common!

So, after Valentino attacked the spider Sinner to steal territory from him, leaving him wounded and destitute, Alastor decided it was time to pay him a little visit.

On the way, he had to hop over broken glass and swirl around busy workers, many reconstructing the damages due to Zestial and Valentino's fight, most on the rehashing of the place according to their new owner. It was quite difficult to tell where the fronteer started, some buildings glowing half green and black, others faintly tinted in pink fumes.

Alastor humes contently as he reaches Zestial's mansion, bearing roses picked up at Rosie's and a delicate box containing a peculiar present: a moth pupa, collected from Earth, that would soon hatch into a gorgeous specimen of the Volupial Mint Moth. It would be interesting to observe, slow and patient while bedridden, and perhaps, eventually, to crush.

Before Alastor could knock on the grand double doors, one heavy door creaked open for him. There was no one behind the door, just an empty foyer. It was dark, no servants running around, the several clusters of candles of the wall unlit. For a moment. As soon as Alastor entered the room, a lamp lit in reaction. The flittering flame softly illuminated the large room, all the old and ornate details and decoration adorned with cobwebs, and the giant starecase farther back leading up to the second floor. At the top of said staircase, another cluster of candles burst into a soft green flame as the first. Then another and another, leading Alastor up the stairs, down the hall, into a large open room with a throne at the end with spider legs crawling out of it. The room was rather empty, a giant rug carpeting the marble floor, spines decorating the beams around the room, and of course lime green silk knitted in intricate nets all around. And sitting on the throne of legs sat atop a heap of skulls, was Zestial. He narrowed his eyes at Alastor, blinking slowly.

"Alastor...this doth be an...unexpected visit. What draws thee to mine home at a time such as this? I thought thee hath better places to be then bothering an old man." He sat up as much as he could, but the obviously twisted spine kept him from moving too much.

Alastor puts down his presents on nearby furniture instead of handing it to Zestial, because he didn’t like that jab.

"Bothering? I would rather not impose! So I will be brief, old soul! I heard about your unfortunate encounter with the moth demon, and wanted to enquire about your health! Perhaps humor you with some gifts, since I was made to believe you were bedridden... But you seem straight up fine!"

Zestial wanted to be rude? Two could play that game, and Alastor had a reputation of usually winning at it. What was it with Zestial and Carmilla, recently? He had always been cordial to them, and they were now treating him like dirt under their shoes!

"Excuse my bluntness, but thou art not one to visit without reason. I am tired, young one, but I will not refuse thee entry to mine home. Thou art polite but thou art no saint." He squinted as pain shot up his spine, keeping his reaction under control but needing to slump forward a hair. His spider crawled off his chest and down his throne, curiously walking around Alastor to crawl up the wall. The creature stood just out of reach, settling down to watch Alastor closely. Alastor was allowed in, but he was not trusted.

"Mine health is not at mine best, but I will not let that keep me from greeting a guest. That twould make me an awful host. I will return to mine rest when thou depart." He tried to sit back up, waving a hand to encourage the lights to brighten. "I do apologize I cannot treat thee to tea and something to eat, but I am unable to navigate mine kitchen for long enough to cook something thou wouldst enjoy."

"Aha!" Alastor snaps his fingers and conjures up a suspiciously duck-themed set comprising a small table, cups, dry tea leaves, and boiling water, accompanied by biscuits. This time, he places it all close enough for Zestial to comfortably pick some up. He also props the roses he previously set down in a yellow vase, humming cheerfully as he arranges them.

"Since I am not one to visit without reason, how about showing off duck-themed memorabilia I loaned from the King of Hell himself? Usually, I would add a pile of deliciously fluffy pancakes, but it is too late to procure them today!"

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Zestial watched everything be conjured with a silent stare, looking over everything set up. A duck tea set. Of course the king would have such a set. He was quiet for a few minutes before reaching towards the offered items. His hand brushed the yellow vase, the color draining into a dark grey and bones forming around the structure, better fitting the vase with his manor's decor. His hand trailed up, feeling the petals of the flowers.

"Those art unnecessary, I am not one for such a meal, but thy thought is appreciated." He leaned back in his chair, taking a cup with him and filling it with hot water. He conjured his own leaves, letting them drop in his cup and letting them steep. "Thank thee, for preparing this, but I must ask thee again. What art thou here for, Alastor?"

[In The Spider's Web] @the-olde-sinner

Alastor did appreciate Zestial. People called him old, which was true, but in a demeaning manner, which was demented. Three centuries in Hell? This was a fascinating feat, that made The Radio Demon more wary of Zestial than any other.

This was an Overlord that may have understood how to beat the game of eternal life, and who should not be taken lightly.

Besides, he was smart, technologically illiterate, and criminally overlooked. They had a lot in common!

So, after Valentino attacked the spider Sinner to steal territory from him, leaving him wounded and destitute, Alastor decided it was time to pay him a little visit.

On the way, he had to hop over broken glass and swirl around busy workers, many reconstructing the damages due to Zestial and Valentino's fight, most on the rehashing of the place according to their new owner. It was quite difficult to tell where the fronteer started, some buildings glowing half green and black, others faintly tinted in pink fumes.

Alastor humes contently as he reaches Zestial's mansion, bearing roses picked up at Rosie's and a delicate box containing a peculiar present: a moth pupa, collected from Earth, that would soon hatch into a gorgeous specimen of the Volupial Mint Moth. It would be interesting to observe, slow and patient while bedridden, and perhaps, eventually, to crush.

Before Alastor could knock on the grand double doors, one heavy door creaked open for him. There was no one behind the door, just an empty foyer. It was dark, no servants running around, the several clusters of candles of the wall unlit. For a moment. As soon as Alastor entered the room, a lamp lit in reaction. The flittering flame softly illuminated the large room, all the old and ornate details and decoration adorned with cobwebs, and the giant starecase farther back leading up to the second floor. At the top of said staircase, another cluster of candles burst into a soft green flame as the first. Then another and another, leading Alastor up the stairs, down the hall, into a large open room with a throne at the end with spider legs crawling out of it. The room was rather empty, a giant rug carpeting the marble floor, spines decorating the beams around the room, and of course lime green silk knitted in intricate nets all around. And sitting on the throne of legs sat atop a heap of skulls, was Zestial. He narrowed his eyes at Alastor, blinking slowly.

"Alastor...this doth be an...unexpected visit. What draws thee to mine home at a time such as this? I thought thee hath better places to be then bothering an old man." He sat up as much as he could, but the obviously twisted spine kept him from moving too much.

Alastor puts down his presents on nearby furniture instead of handing it to Zestial, because he didn’t like that jab.

"Bothering? I would rather not impose! So I will be brief, old soul! I heard about your unfortunate encounter with the moth demon, and wanted to enquire about your health! Perhaps humor you with some gifts, since I was made to believe you were bedridden... But you seem straight up fine!"

Zestial wanted to be rude? Two could play that game, and Alastor had a reputation of usually winning at it. What was it with Zestial and Carmilla, recently? He had always been cordial to them, and they were now treating him like dirt under their shoes!

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"Excuse my bluntness, but thou art not one to visit without reason. I am tired, young one, but I will not refuse thee entry to mine home. Thou art polite but thou art no saint." He squinted as pain shot up his spine, keeping his reaction under control but needing to slump forward a hair. His spider crawled off his chest and down his throne, curiously walking around Alastor to crawl up the wall. The creature stood just out of reach, settling down to watch Alastor closely. Alastor was allowed in, but he was not trusted.

"Mine health is not at mine best, but I will not let that keep me from greeting a guest. That twould make me an awful host. I will return to mine rest when thou depart." He tried to sit back up, waving a hand to encourage the lights to brighten. "I do apologize I cannot treat thee to tea and something to eat, but I am unable to navigate mine kitchen for long enough to cook something thou wouldst enjoy."

[In The Spider's Web] @the-olde-sinner

Alastor did appreciate Zestial. People called him old, which was true, but in a demeaning manner, which was demented. Three centuries in Hell? This was a fascinating feat, that made The Radio Demon more wary of Zestial than any other.

This was an Overlord that may have understood how to beat the game of eternal life, and who should not be taken lightly.

Besides, he was smart, technologically illiterate, and criminally overlooked. They had a lot in common!

So, after Valentino attacked the spider Sinner to steal territory from him, leaving him wounded and destitute, Alastor decided it was time to pay him a little visit.

On the way, he had to hop over broken glass and swirl around busy workers, many reconstructing the damages due to Zestial and Valentino's fight, most on the rehashing of the place according to their new owner. It was quite difficult to tell where the fronteer started, some buildings glowing half green and black, others faintly tinted in pink fumes.

Alastor humes contently as he reaches Zestial's mansion, bearing roses picked up at Rosie's and a delicate box containing a peculiar present: a moth pupa, collected from Earth, that would soon hatch into a gorgeous specimen of the Volupial Mint Moth. It would be interesting to observe, slow and patient while bedridden, and perhaps, eventually, to crush.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel rp #hazbin hotel zestial #zestial morde #hazbin hotel alastor

Before Alastor could knock on the grand double doors, one heavy door creaked open for him. There was no one behind the door, just an empty foyer. It was dark, no servants running around, the several clusters of candles of the wall unlit. For a moment. As soon as Alastor entered the room, a lamp lit in reaction. The flittering flame softly illuminated the large room, all the old and ornate details and decoration adorned with cobwebs, and the giant starecase farther back leading up to the second floor. At the top of said staircase, another cluster of candles burst into a soft green flame as the first. Then another and another, leading Alastor up the stairs, down the hall, into a large open room with a throne at the end with spider legs crawling out of it. The room was rather empty, a giant rug carpeting the marble floor, spines decorating the beams around the room, and of course lime green silk knitted in intricate nets all around. And sitting on the throne of legs sat atop a heap of skulls, was Zestial. He narrowed his eyes at Alastor, blinking slowly.

"Alastor...this doth be an...unexpected visit. What draws thee to mine home at a time such as this? I thought thee hath better places to be then bothering an old man." He sat up as much as he could, but the obviously twisted spine kept him from moving too much.

[Not Taking Chances RP]

@the-olde-sinner

Valentino disappeared from Vee Tower for seven days. Seven days not a soul could find him, no one knew where he could be or what he was doing. The answer became apparent on the eighth day when he finally showed up in Zestial’s territory. Not quite on the border, but not quite in the center either. He stayed on the outskirts.

One of Zestial’s souls, a sinner bathed in blood, came to Zestial’s manor begging him to do something. He claimed Valentino was on a rampage, destroying all he could and killing those in his ways. He begged Zestial to do something.

Valentino stood in the center of the street, waiting for the overlord of darkness and doom to appear. He was waiting for him, clearly. His lower arms were crossed, one hand holding a gun and the other supporting a cigarette.

He took a few deep puffs, eyes closed, his back to Zestial’s manor. Valentino didn’t look physically different by much, but his demeanor was vastly different. His posture was stiff, aggression coiled in every movement like a snake waiting to strike.

The street around him was covered in blood, but it wasn’t mindless. This wasn’t a rampage. A rampage meant destruction and death without intention. This was intention. This was all to get Zestial’s attention.

His antenna flickered when he heard a sound. He looked over his shoulder, no smile on his face. “And here I thought you’d make me wait forever, Fossil.”

Zestial knew the storm was coming. The days of nothing were for a reason, Valentino was planning something and here it was on his front door. Well, more like the side door. Zestial quietly rised when one of his souls came to warn him, gently patting their head and advising them to treat their wounds. He exited his home silently, making his way out to the streets of scared souls rushing like a river violently given new direction.

He would have flown, but that scare tactic had died when his wings were near torn off ages ago. So instead he walked confidently down the street, letting injured souls run by him as he made his way to the eye of the storm. Something out of place in his usually peaceful land.

There Valentino stood, an angry viper, starved and aching to strike at any who got within range. The lack of smile worried Zestial more than he would admit, the old man facing Valentino's rage with a calm, if gated, expression.

"Forgive me, young one, thou hath chosen a spot far from mine home. It doth take time to walk these barren streets for you hath scared the other sinners away." He stood tall, looking down at the ever so slightly shorter overlord. "What business doth thou hath within mine territory? I doth not remember being apart of the Vs most recent drama."

“Oh I’m well aware I picked a far spot. I just figured with your souls being in danger, you’d be faster. Don’t worry, I’ll compensate you for the damages. I’m not a monster.” He took a puff of his cigarette, deep pink smoke swirling around him as he kept facing away from Zestial. “Well, not yet anyway.” He said rather darkly.

Finally he turned to face the older overlord. He definitely looked different now. His glasses had cracks down the middle to imitate broken hearts. His clothing had changed, no longer was he wearing anything remotely feminine. Rather, he had on a leather jacket with a knife tucked into the side pocket.

“No, you’re not apart of our drama. Why would you be?” He didn’t chuckle, didn’t laugh, didn’t even smirk. He waved his cigarette around as he began to speak. “I’ll cut to the chase. I want something from you. Territory. You see, I’ve left the vees for the time being. The entertainment district is no longer my home.”

He began to pace, alternating between smoking and twirling his gun casually on one finger. “I don’t need much, a place to store my new souls. You know, I’ve accumulated almost two thousand in just seven days. Impressive, isn’t it?” His chuckle was dark, cold. “It’s fascinating how much you can accomplish when you finally stop playing and get your hands dirty.”

Zestial's eyes remained locked on Valentino as he paced, knowing an attack could come from no where. Valentino was different. Cold. Bitter. That made man dangerous. The less they had to loose, the more they're willing to burn. Both themselves and the world around them. Zestial kept his rigid stance, head only moving to keep his eyes on the moth. His spider, Plague, however, was chittering and twitching with uncertainty.

"Mine territory is not for the taking. It hath never been. No land of mine has been taken in several centuries and I doth not plan to change that so easily." He took a long breath, tilting his head at the moth. "I will only ask thee once to leave peacefully."

"I hath no qualms with thee, I doth not wish to create any. Thou art strong and there art plenty of other overlords to take from. Take thy business elsewhere, demon." He narrowed his eyes but refused to step back. Any sort of give would be used against him, he knew that. Give an inch, Valentino would take miles. "Leave mine souls and me in peace. Move thy ire elsewhere."

“I know it won’t be easy. I had hoped it wouldn’t be.” Valentino grinned now, stopping at the edge of the street, leaving Zestial in the middle. “I know I can take from anyone. However, it means the most taking from you. How else would they know I’m not fucking around?” He snapped his fingers.

A deep guttural growl sounded from behind Zestial. Cupid stepped out from behind a building, flanking the spider sinner. He was surrounded.

Cupid herself looked different. Not thinner exactly, but more muscular and lean. A sure sign she’s been eating only sinner meat and hunting her food down. She was still Valentino’s baby, but more capable, more dangerous. She bared her fangs at Zestial, her red eyes locking onto him.

“This isn’t personal Zestial. I’m not against you. But I need to prove myself somehow, and lo and behold you’re my golden ticket! I’m not leaving.”

Zestial glanced over his shoulder, narrowing his eye at the tiger behind him. Cupid did not look like the happy cat he'd last seen probably a week and a half ago. He knew, if he needed to, he could defend himself, but the fact that Valentino had brought his pet meant he was preparing for a fight. Zestial sighed, letting his finger twitch. Plague narrowed his own eyes, crawling around to rest on Zestial's back and hiss at Cupid.

"I was afraid to hear that. I wished to avoid a confrontation. I doth not enjoy petty squabbles such as these. A waste of mine energy." He huffed, letting Plague jump off him to the floor. The little spider grew, taking step after heavier step until it was close to half Cupid's size and hissing much more like a snake sounded than a spider. Zestial turned to face Valentino, tensing just in case.

"I doth encourage thee to prevent violence. Much more can be settled with words than fists or bullets."

“Oh Zestial, when have you ever known me to avoid violence?” His laugh was cold and harsh. He flicked his cigarette to the side. “I’m asking for a small chunk of land. If you won’t give it to me, then I’m taking it. That’s the deal.”

He raised his gun. “I wish I could say I’m sorry but…I’m really not.” He pulled the trigger. He was never aiming to hit Zestial.

The bullet flew past him and dug into Plague’s abdomen. Cupid roared, using the bullet as a distraction to charge at the spider, throwing her body into him to hit him down.

“You can stop this at any time Zestial. Just a chunk of land.”

Zestial easily moved out of the way of the bullet, confused as to why it was so easy until he eard Plague screech of pain. "Plague!" He snapped around, watching the giant tiger tackle his partner. His frown twisted deeper, the sound of a rattlesnake raising out of his throat. He glared at Valentino, spreading his wings in a massive flap, showing off the rips.

"That was a dishonorable tactic." He hissed, hearing his head back. He trusted Plague to handle himself, the giant spider was plenty capable. He could feel Plague twist and bite Cupid's leg, slashing with his own to try and get some distance or even just out of the tiger's grasp. Meanwhile, the spider's owner spat into his own hands, pulling apart a fine lime colored silk. "I am disappointed you cannot focus on me."

A few twists and he threw a net at Valentino, the sticky webbing aiming for the man's feet. Zestial was aiming to immobilize. Get Valentino still, then he could aim for the weapon. The less room Valentino had to move, the less damage he could do. "Then again, thy generation is known for low blows."

“I hope you weren’t expecting a fair fight.” Valentino chuckled. He watched him, raising his gun again. Then a lime green net was thrown at him. He jumped away, cursing when one of his feet got caught in the net.

He hit the ground hard, but he didn’t drop his gun. He heard Cupid whine, knowing she’d come to his aid. “Cupid! Stay!” Cupid huffed, turning and focusing on Plague. She never hurt the spider, batting at him with her paws, claws tucked away. She used her bulk to keep him away from Zestial.

While she kept Plague busy, Valentino turned his attention to the silk on his foot. He glared at Zestial, huffing slowly. As he did, puffs of pink smoke billowed from his mouth. It wrapped around him in a thick cloud, obscuring him from view.

The silk began to tug.

Valentino wrapped his leg around the thread, using it to pull Zestial into the plum of pheromones, like a fish being reeled in.

Zestial huffed, relieved Valentino had been caught. When step on a web and any moth was surely doomed. He just had to keep Valentino down and continue to net him. Once he was fully ensnared, he could drag the man out of his territory. The old man narrowed his eyes as puffs of red smoke quickly surrounded Val and made it impossible to see. His own eyesight didn't help.

"This battle is pointless Valentino. Thou knowest as well as I do how it will end up turning. In mine favor." He felt a tug on the silk, glancing down just before he was tugged forward. He hardly had time to catch his balance before he was enveloped by smoke, every instinct starting to scream at him.

Zestial actually cried out, a primal, animal hiss as the pheromones dug into his sensitive skin and nose, trying to fill his lungs. He shook his head violently, letting go of the silk to back out of the clouds and rub at his face.

Plague's head snapped around when he heard Zestial cry out, his eyes widening. He hissed and bit down hard on Cupid's paw, shaking his head to do as much damage as his massive fangs could.

“I’m so, so tired of being underestimated.” Came Valentino’s voice from the cloud of pheromones. It was impossible to tell where it was coming from as the cloud began to grow, and grow, and grow. It easily took up half the street now, and still it was expanding.

Eventually the thread of silk was thrown out of the cloud, discarded. He’d freed himself.

Two gunshots rang out, this time finding their mark in Zestial’s hip and leg. Valentino was not making jokes like usual, no, all of that was gone.

Cupid cried out in pain, responding by sinking her own fangs into one of Plague’s legs, and tearing it off, well, trying too. She was surprised by how difficult the action was.

Zestial was far too busy with his overwhelmed senses to notice the discarded silk, but he heard Valentino. He couldn't deny he had underestimated the Moth. He had thought himself safe from harm, forgetting how powerful Valentino really was. He hadn't fought anyone for near two centuries now. He was rusty.

"GAH!" Zestial cried out as bullets tore through his body and wings, creating new holes to add to his collection. The bullet to his hip got him down, the one to his leg knocked him onto his stomach. The old man groaned, pushing himself up to sit back on his feet. The fresh pain was like reliving a memory, pain was not something he often felt or allowed himself to feel. It was rare.

Plague unlatched his jaw, twisted his head and biting above where Cupid was latched on. He bit through the leg like a hot knife through butter, letting Plague get away from Cupid. He ran off, throwing his own net at Cupid.

Zestial looked up at the spreading pheromones, shifting onto his hip and trying to find the threat within the smoke. "I can admit, I hath underestimated thou. Thou art more serious than I hath anticipated."

Valentino appeared behind him, kicking him to fall onto his stomach. He put his foot on his back, keeping him down. He aimed his gun at the back of his head but didn’t fire.

“I gained two thousand souls in seven days, Zestial. Do you know what that means? I’m more fucking powerful than I’ve ever been. At this rate I’ll surpass you if I keep this up. I only wanted some territory from you, old boy.”

He pulled the hammer back. “That’s all. It didn’t need to be this way. But I’m merciful! Regeneration for you would be such a pain with your age. So, here’s the deal.”

He pressed down harder on his back, relishing in the horrible sound his spine made. “I want the largest warehouse in your territory, and let’s say…5 blocks in every direction. All of that will be my new territory. In return, I’ll leave you and your souls alone. Be aware Cupid will need to eat, and will be hunting on the territory you give me. As such, because you wanted to fight instead of listen, every soul residing in your territory that ends up becoming my territory, will also become my souls.”

“How does that sound? Come on old boy, don’t make me put you down.”

Zestial cried out, landing hard on the ground, grunting when his back was stepped on. Valentino wasn't the heaviest sinner to do this but Zestial's body was fragile, already creaking under his heeled boot. He lifted a hand, stopping the giant spider from leaping onto Valentino. Plague whined, mandables clicking uncomfortably as he stepped back.

Zestial sighed, trying to get his body to relax and ease some of the pressure. He could win this fight, but he didn't particularly want to. Valentino was a mixed bag of a sinner. He was a horrible person, but also a broken one. It was not in Zestial's nature to break what was already broken. He had long since given up that violent anger of his past.

"Val-" Zestial gasped in pain, clawing at the ground as his spine twisted uncomfortably and snapped under the heel. He wheezed out a few breaths, closing his eyes tight. "Valentino. I will make a deal with thou, but I have mine own conditions. None of my souls are to be thine and double the territory you asked for may be awarded to thee. I will move mine souls out of that territory if thou wilst allow me a day to move them."

Valentino took in his words, thinking about it with a hum. “Mm. Acceptable terms.” He shrugged and stepped off Zestial. He leaned down and snatched his hand before he could move. “It’s a deal, baby.”

Red and pink smoke filtered around their hands, snapping two chains around their wrists before the Smokey chain vanished.

He took a step back, taking out his phone and taking a picture of Zestial, beaten down and broken on the ground. “I’ll even give you three days to move your souls. I think I broke your spine.”

He walked over to Cupid, who was whining and wiggling in the net. He took the knife from his pocket and cut her free. “You did good Cupid. You’re alright baby girl.”

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Zestial felt the energy shift in the deal, a gentle green light clashing with the soft red as the chains held them tight. He sighed when Val let go, relaxing into the floor. He couldn't help but smile as Plague hissed at Val before limping over to Zestial. The spider shrunk as Zestial's power calmed and returned back to his chest. He carefully pet his spider, gently holding the torn leg.

"Oh Plague...what have I told thou about biting off legs?" He sighed again, letting his power pulse into his palm and using it to make the leg regrow. Once healed, Plague curled into Zestial's chest. He would need some time for his old bones to heal. The old man did his best to ignore his picture being taken, just letting himself rest on the road. His souls were safe, still in his care. They would just be a bit more condensed for some time.

"I hope thee finds whatever thou does worth it." And he did mean it. He didn't know the whole story, but what he knew wasn't good. He closed his eyes and just laid there, content to heal. To just rest.

[Not Taking Chances RP]

@the-olde-sinner

Valentino disappeared from Vee Tower for seven days. Seven days not a soul could find him, no one knew where he could be or what he was doing. The answer became apparent on the eighth day when he finally showed up in Zestial’s territory. Not quite on the border, but not quite in the center either. He stayed on the outskirts.

One of Zestial’s souls, a sinner bathed in blood, came to Zestial’s manor begging him to do something. He claimed Valentino was on a rampage, destroying all he could and killing those in his ways. He begged Zestial to do something.

Valentino stood in the center of the street, waiting for the overlord of darkness and doom to appear. He was waiting for him, clearly. His lower arms were crossed, one hand holding a gun and the other supporting a cigarette.

He took a few deep puffs, eyes closed, his back to Zestial’s manor. Valentino didn’t look physically different by much, but his demeanor was vastly different. His posture was stiff, aggression coiled in every movement like a snake waiting to strike.

The street around him was covered in blood, but it wasn’t mindless. This wasn’t a rampage. A rampage meant destruction and death without intention. This was intention. This was all to get Zestial’s attention.

His antenna flickered when he heard a sound. He looked over his shoulder, no smile on his face. “And here I thought you’d make me wait forever, Fossil.”

Zestial knew the storm was coming. The days of nothing were for a reason, Valentino was planning something and here it was on his front door. Well, more like the side door. Zestial quietly rised when one of his souls came to warn him, gently patting their head and advising them to treat their wounds. He exited his home silently, making his way out to the streets of scared souls rushing like a river violently given new direction.

He would have flown, but that scare tactic had died when his wings were near torn off ages ago. So instead he walked confidently down the street, letting injured souls run by him as he made his way to the eye of the storm. Something out of place in his usually peaceful land.

There Valentino stood, an angry viper, starved and aching to strike at any who got within range. The lack of smile worried Zestial more than he would admit, the old man facing Valentino's rage with a calm, if gated, expression.

"Forgive me, young one, thou hath chosen a spot far from mine home. It doth take time to walk these barren streets for you hath scared the other sinners away." He stood tall, looking down at the ever so slightly shorter overlord. "What business doth thou hath within mine territory? I doth not remember being apart of the Vs most recent drama."

“Oh I’m well aware I picked a far spot. I just figured with your souls being in danger, you’d be faster. Don’t worry, I’ll compensate you for the damages. I’m not a monster.” He took a puff of his cigarette, deep pink smoke swirling around him as he kept facing away from Zestial. “Well, not yet anyway.” He said rather darkly.

Finally he turned to face the older overlord. He definitely looked different now. His glasses had cracks down the middle to imitate broken hearts. His clothing had changed, no longer was he wearing anything remotely feminine. Rather, he had on a leather jacket with a knife tucked into the side pocket.

“No, you’re not apart of our drama. Why would you be?” He didn’t chuckle, didn’t laugh, didn’t even smirk. He waved his cigarette around as he began to speak. “I’ll cut to the chase. I want something from you. Territory. You see, I’ve left the vees for the time being. The entertainment district is no longer my home.”

He began to pace, alternating between smoking and twirling his gun casually on one finger. “I don’t need much, a place to store my new souls. You know, I’ve accumulated almost two thousand in just seven days. Impressive, isn’t it?” His chuckle was dark, cold. “It’s fascinating how much you can accomplish when you finally stop playing and get your hands dirty.”

Zestial's eyes remained locked on Valentino as he paced, knowing an attack could come from no where. Valentino was different. Cold. Bitter. That made man dangerous. The less they had to loose, the more they're willing to burn. Both themselves and the world around them. Zestial kept his rigid stance, head only moving to keep his eyes on the moth. His spider, Plague, however, was chittering and twitching with uncertainty.

"Mine territory is not for the taking. It hath never been. No land of mine has been taken in several centuries and I doth not plan to change that so easily." He took a long breath, tilting his head at the moth. "I will only ask thee once to leave peacefully."

"I hath no qualms with thee, I doth not wish to create any. Thou art strong and there art plenty of other overlords to take from. Take thy business elsewhere, demon." He narrowed his eyes but refused to step back. Any sort of give would be used against him, he knew that. Give an inch, Valentino would take miles. "Leave mine souls and me in peace. Move thy ire elsewhere."

“I know it won’t be easy. I had hoped it wouldn’t be.” Valentino grinned now, stopping at the edge of the street, leaving Zestial in the middle. “I know I can take from anyone. However, it means the most taking from you. How else would they know I’m not fucking around?” He snapped his fingers.

A deep guttural growl sounded from behind Zestial. Cupid stepped out from behind a building, flanking the spider sinner. He was surrounded.

Cupid herself looked different. Not thinner exactly, but more muscular and lean. A sure sign she’s been eating only sinner meat and hunting her food down. She was still Valentino’s baby, but more capable, more dangerous. She bared her fangs at Zestial, her red eyes locking onto him.

“This isn’t personal Zestial. I’m not against you. But I need to prove myself somehow, and lo and behold you’re my golden ticket! I’m not leaving.”

Zestial glanced over his shoulder, narrowing his eye at the tiger behind him. Cupid did not look like the happy cat he'd last seen probably a week and a half ago. He knew, if he needed to, he could defend himself, but the fact that Valentino had brought his pet meant he was preparing for a fight. Zestial sighed, letting his finger twitch. Plague narrowed his own eyes, crawling around to rest on Zestial's back and hiss at Cupid.

"I was afraid to hear that. I wished to avoid a confrontation. I doth not enjoy petty squabbles such as these. A waste of mine energy." He huffed, letting Plague jump off him to the floor. The little spider grew, taking step after heavier step until it was close to half Cupid's size and hissing much more like a snake sounded than a spider. Zestial turned to face Valentino, tensing just in case.

"I doth encourage thee to prevent violence. Much more can be settled with words than fists or bullets."

“Oh Zestial, when have you ever known me to avoid violence?” His laugh was cold and harsh. He flicked his cigarette to the side. “I’m asking for a small chunk of land. If you won’t give it to me, then I’m taking it. That’s the deal.”

He raised his gun. “I wish I could say I’m sorry but…I’m really not.” He pulled the trigger. He was never aiming to hit Zestial.

The bullet flew past him and dug into Plague’s abdomen. Cupid roared, using the bullet as a distraction to charge at the spider, throwing her body into him to hit him down.

“You can stop this at any time Zestial. Just a chunk of land.”

Zestial easily moved out of the way of the bullet, confused as to why it was so easy until he eard Plague screech of pain. "Plague!" He snapped around, watching the giant tiger tackle his partner. His frown twisted deeper, the sound of a rattlesnake raising out of his throat. He glared at Valentino, spreading his wings in a massive flap, showing off the rips.

"That was a dishonorable tactic." He hissed, hearing his head back. He trusted Plague to handle himself, the giant spider was plenty capable. He could feel Plague twist and bite Cupid's leg, slashing with his own to try and get some distance or even just out of the tiger's grasp. Meanwhile, the spider's owner spat into his own hands, pulling apart a fine lime colored silk. "I am disappointed you cannot focus on me."

A few twists and he threw a net at Valentino, the sticky webbing aiming for the man's feet. Zestial was aiming to immobilize. Get Valentino still, then he could aim for the weapon. The less room Valentino had to move, the less damage he could do. "Then again, thy generation is known for low blows."

“I hope you weren’t expecting a fair fight.” Valentino chuckled. He watched him, raising his gun again. Then a lime green net was thrown at him. He jumped away, cursing when one of his feet got caught in the net.

He hit the ground hard, but he didn’t drop his gun. He heard Cupid whine, knowing she’d come to his aid. “Cupid! Stay!” Cupid huffed, turning and focusing on Plague. She never hurt the spider, batting at him with her paws, claws tucked away. She used her bulk to keep him away from Zestial.

While she kept Plague busy, Valentino turned his attention to the silk on his foot. He glared at Zestial, huffing slowly. As he did, puffs of pink smoke billowed from his mouth. It wrapped around him in a thick cloud, obscuring him from view.

The silk began to tug.

Valentino wrapped his leg around the thread, using it to pull Zestial into the plum of pheromones, like a fish being reeled in.

Zestial huffed, relieved Valentino had been caught. When step on a web and any moth was surely doomed. He just had to keep Valentino down and continue to net him. Once he was fully ensnared, he could drag the man out of his territory. The old man narrowed his eyes as puffs of red smoke quickly surrounded Val and made it impossible to see. His own eyesight didn't help.

"This battle is pointless Valentino. Thou knowest as well as I do how it will end up turning. In mine favor." He felt a tug on the silk, glancing down just before he was tugged forward. He hardly had time to catch his balance before he was enveloped by smoke, every instinct starting to scream at him.

Zestial actually cried out, a primal, animal hiss as the pheromones dug into his sensitive skin and nose, trying to fill his lungs. He shook his head violently, letting go of the silk to back out of the clouds and rub at his face.

Plague's head snapped around when he heard Zestial cry out, his eyes widening. He hissed and bit down hard on Cupid's paw, shaking his head to do as much damage as his massive fangs could.

“I’m so, so tired of being underestimated.” Came Valentino’s voice from the cloud of pheromones. It was impossible to tell where it was coming from as the cloud began to grow, and grow, and grow. It easily took up half the street now, and still it was expanding.

Eventually the thread of silk was thrown out of the cloud, discarded. He’d freed himself.

Two gunshots rang out, this time finding their mark in Zestial’s hip and leg. Valentino was not making jokes like usual, no, all of that was gone.

Cupid cried out in pain, responding by sinking her own fangs into one of Plague’s legs, and tearing it off, well, trying too. She was surprised by how difficult the action was.

Zestial was far too busy with his overwhelmed senses to notice the discarded silk, but he heard Valentino. He couldn't deny he had underestimated the Moth. He had thought himself safe from harm, forgetting how powerful Valentino really was. He hadn't fought anyone for near two centuries now. He was rusty.

"GAH!" Zestial cried out as bullets tore through his body and wings, creating new holes to add to his collection. The bullet to his hip got him down, the one to his leg knocked him onto his stomach. The old man groaned, pushing himself up to sit back on his feet. The fresh pain was like reliving a memory, pain was not something he often felt or allowed himself to feel. It was rare.

Plague unlatched his jaw, twisted his head and biting above where Cupid was latched on. He bit through the leg like a hot knife through butter, letting Plague get away from Cupid. He ran off, throwing his own net at Cupid.

Zestial looked up at the spreading pheromones, shifting onto his hip and trying to find the threat within the smoke. "I can admit, I hath underestimated thou. Thou art more serious than I hath anticipated."

Valentino appeared behind him, kicking him to fall onto his stomach. He put his foot on his back, keeping him down. He aimed his gun at the back of his head but didn’t fire.

“I gained two thousand souls in seven days, Zestial. Do you know what that means? I’m more fucking powerful than I’ve ever been. At this rate I’ll surpass you if I keep this up. I only wanted some territory from you, old boy.”

He pulled the hammer back. “That’s all. It didn’t need to be this way. But I’m merciful! Regeneration for you would be such a pain with your age. So, here’s the deal.”

He pressed down harder on his back, relishing in the horrible sound his spine made. “I want the largest warehouse in your territory, and let’s say…5 blocks in every direction. All of that will be my new territory. In return, I’ll leave you and your souls alone. Be aware Cupid will need to eat, and will be hunting on the territory you give me. As such, because you wanted to fight instead of listen, every soul residing in your territory that ends up becoming my territory, will also become my souls.”

“How does that sound? Come on old boy, don’t make me put you down.”

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Zestial cried out, landing hard on the ground, grunting when his back was stepped on. Valentino wasn't the heaviest sinner to do this but Zestial's body was fragile, already creaking under his heeled boot. He lifted a hand, stopping the giant spider from leaping onto Valentino. Plague whined, mandables clicking uncomfortably as he stepped back.

Zestial sighed, trying to get his body to relax and ease some of the pressure. He could win this fight, but he didn't particularly want to. Valentino was a mixed bag of a sinner. He was a horrible person, but also a broken one. It was not in Zestial's nature to break what was already broken. He had long since given up that violent anger of his past.

"Val-" Zestial gasped in pain, clawing at the ground as his spine twisted uncomfortably and snapped under the heel. He wheezed out a few breaths, closing his eyes tight. "Valentino. I will make a deal with thou, but I have mine own conditions. None of my souls are to be thine and double the territory you asked for may be awarded to thee. I will move mine souls out of that territory if thou wilst allow me a day to move them."

[Not Taking Chances RP]

@the-olde-sinner

Valentino disappeared from Vee Tower for seven days. Seven days not a soul could find him, no one knew where he could be or what he was doing. The answer became apparent on the eighth day when he finally showed up in Zestial’s territory. Not quite on the border, but not quite in the center either. He stayed on the outskirts.

One of Zestial’s souls, a sinner bathed in blood, came to Zestial’s manor begging him to do something. He claimed Valentino was on a rampage, destroying all he could and killing those in his ways. He begged Zestial to do something.

Valentino stood in the center of the street, waiting for the overlord of darkness and doom to appear. He was waiting for him, clearly. His lower arms were crossed, one hand holding a gun and the other supporting a cigarette.

He took a few deep puffs, eyes closed, his back to Zestial’s manor. Valentino didn’t look physically different by much, but his demeanor was vastly different. His posture was stiff, aggression coiled in every movement like a snake waiting to strike.

The street around him was covered in blood, but it wasn’t mindless. This wasn’t a rampage. A rampage meant destruction and death without intention. This was intention. This was all to get Zestial’s attention.

His antenna flickered when he heard a sound. He looked over his shoulder, no smile on his face. “And here I thought you’d make me wait forever, Fossil.”

Zestial knew the storm was coming. The days of nothing were for a reason, Valentino was planning something and here it was on his front door. Well, more like the side door. Zestial quietly rised when one of his souls came to warn him, gently patting their head and advising them to treat their wounds. He exited his home silently, making his way out to the streets of scared souls rushing like a river violently given new direction.

He would have flown, but that scare tactic had died when his wings were near torn off ages ago. So instead he walked confidently down the street, letting injured souls run by him as he made his way to the eye of the storm. Something out of place in his usually peaceful land.

There Valentino stood, an angry viper, starved and aching to strike at any who got within range. The lack of smile worried Zestial more than he would admit, the old man facing Valentino's rage with a calm, if gated, expression.

"Forgive me, young one, thou hath chosen a spot far from mine home. It doth take time to walk these barren streets for you hath scared the other sinners away." He stood tall, looking down at the ever so slightly shorter overlord. "What business doth thou hath within mine territory? I doth not remember being apart of the Vs most recent drama."

“Oh I’m well aware I picked a far spot. I just figured with your souls being in danger, you’d be faster. Don’t worry, I’ll compensate you for the damages. I’m not a monster.” He took a puff of his cigarette, deep pink smoke swirling around him as he kept facing away from Zestial. “Well, not yet anyway.” He said rather darkly.

Finally he turned to face the older overlord. He definitely looked different now. His glasses had cracks down the middle to imitate broken hearts. His clothing had changed, no longer was he wearing anything remotely feminine. Rather, he had on a leather jacket with a knife tucked into the side pocket.

“No, you’re not apart of our drama. Why would you be?” He didn’t chuckle, didn’t laugh, didn’t even smirk. He waved his cigarette around as he began to speak. “I’ll cut to the chase. I want something from you. Territory. You see, I’ve left the vees for the time being. The entertainment district is no longer my home.”

He began to pace, alternating between smoking and twirling his gun casually on one finger. “I don’t need much, a place to store my new souls. You know, I’ve accumulated almost two thousand in just seven days. Impressive, isn’t it?” His chuckle was dark, cold. “It’s fascinating how much you can accomplish when you finally stop playing and get your hands dirty.”

Zestial's eyes remained locked on Valentino as he paced, knowing an attack could come from no where. Valentino was different. Cold. Bitter. That made man dangerous. The less they had to loose, the more they're willing to burn. Both themselves and the world around them. Zestial kept his rigid stance, head only moving to keep his eyes on the moth. His spider, Plague, however, was chittering and twitching with uncertainty.

"Mine territory is not for the taking. It hath never been. No land of mine has been taken in several centuries and I doth not plan to change that so easily." He took a long breath, tilting his head at the moth. "I will only ask thee once to leave peacefully."

"I hath no qualms with thee, I doth not wish to create any. Thou art strong and there art plenty of other overlords to take from. Take thy business elsewhere, demon." He narrowed his eyes but refused to step back. Any sort of give would be used against him, he knew that. Give an inch, Valentino would take miles. "Leave mine souls and me in peace. Move thy ire elsewhere."

“I know it won’t be easy. I had hoped it wouldn’t be.” Valentino grinned now, stopping at the edge of the street, leaving Zestial in the middle. “I know I can take from anyone. However, it means the most taking from you. How else would they know I’m not fucking around?” He snapped his fingers.

A deep guttural growl sounded from behind Zestial. Cupid stepped out from behind a building, flanking the spider sinner. He was surrounded.

Cupid herself looked different. Not thinner exactly, but more muscular and lean. A sure sign she’s been eating only sinner meat and hunting her food down. She was still Valentino’s baby, but more capable, more dangerous. She bared her fangs at Zestial, her red eyes locking onto him.

“This isn’t personal Zestial. I’m not against you. But I need to prove myself somehow, and lo and behold you’re my golden ticket! I’m not leaving.”

Zestial glanced over his shoulder, narrowing his eye at the tiger behind him. Cupid did not look like the happy cat he'd last seen probably a week and a half ago. He knew, if he needed to, he could defend himself, but the fact that Valentino had brought his pet meant he was preparing for a fight. Zestial sighed, letting his finger twitch. Plague narrowed his own eyes, crawling around to rest on Zestial's back and hiss at Cupid.

"I was afraid to hear that. I wished to avoid a confrontation. I doth not enjoy petty squabbles such as these. A waste of mine energy." He huffed, letting Plague jump off him to the floor. The little spider grew, taking step after heavier step until it was close to half Cupid's size and hissing much more like a snake sounded than a spider. Zestial turned to face Valentino, tensing just in case.

"I doth encourage thee to prevent violence. Much more can be settled with words than fists or bullets."

“Oh Zestial, when have you ever known me to avoid violence?” His laugh was cold and harsh. He flicked his cigarette to the side. “I’m asking for a small chunk of land. If you won’t give it to me, then I’m taking it. That’s the deal.”

He raised his gun. “I wish I could say I’m sorry but…I’m really not.” He pulled the trigger. He was never aiming to hit Zestial.

The bullet flew past him and dug into Plague’s abdomen. Cupid roared, using the bullet as a distraction to charge at the spider, throwing her body into him to hit him down.

“You can stop this at any time Zestial. Just a chunk of land.”

Zestial easily moved out of the way of the bullet, confused as to why it was so easy until he eard Plague screech of pain. "Plague!" He snapped around, watching the giant tiger tackle his partner. His frown twisted deeper, the sound of a rattlesnake raising out of his throat. He glared at Valentino, spreading his wings in a massive flap, showing off the rips.

"That was a dishonorable tactic." He hissed, hearing his head back. He trusted Plague to handle himself, the giant spider was plenty capable. He could feel Plague twist and bite Cupid's leg, slashing with his own to try and get some distance or even just out of the tiger's grasp. Meanwhile, the spider's owner spat into his own hands, pulling apart a fine lime colored silk. "I am disappointed you cannot focus on me."

A few twists and he threw a net at Valentino, the sticky webbing aiming for the man's feet. Zestial was aiming to immobilize. Get Valentino still, then he could aim for the weapon. The less room Valentino had to move, the less damage he could do. "Then again, thy generation is known for low blows."

“I hope you weren’t expecting a fair fight.” Valentino chuckled. He watched him, raising his gun again. Then a lime green net was thrown at him. He jumped away, cursing when one of his feet got caught in the net.

He hit the ground hard, but he didn’t drop his gun. He heard Cupid whine, knowing she’d come to his aid. “Cupid! Stay!” Cupid huffed, turning and focusing on Plague. She never hurt the spider, batting at him with her paws, claws tucked away. She used her bulk to keep him away from Zestial.

While she kept Plague busy, Valentino turned his attention to the silk on his foot. He glared at Zestial, huffing slowly. As he did, puffs of pink smoke billowed from his mouth. It wrapped around him in a thick cloud, obscuring him from view.

The silk began to tug.

Valentino wrapped his leg around the thread, using it to pull Zestial into the plum of pheromones, like a fish being reeled in.

Zestial huffed, relieved Valentino had been caught. When step on a web and any moth was surely doomed. He just had to keep Valentino down and continue to net him. Once he was fully ensnared, he could drag the man out of his territory. The old man narrowed his eyes as puffs of red smoke quickly surrounded Val and made it impossible to see. His own eyesight didn't help.

"This battle is pointless Valentino. Thou knowest as well as I do how it will end up turning. In mine favor." He felt a tug on the silk, glancing down just before he was tugged forward. He hardly had time to catch his balance before he was enveloped by smoke, every instinct starting to scream at him.

Zestial actually cried out, a primal, animal hiss as the pheromones dug into his sensitive skin and nose, trying to fill his lungs. He shook his head violently, letting go of the silk to back out of the clouds and rub at his face.

Plague's head snapped around when he heard Zestial cry out, his eyes widening. He hissed and bit down hard on Cupid's paw, shaking his head to do as much damage as his massive fangs could.

“I’m so, so tired of being underestimated.” Came Valentino’s voice from the cloud of pheromones. It was impossible to tell where it was coming from as the cloud began to grow, and grow, and grow. It easily took up half the street now, and still it was expanding.

Eventually the thread of silk was thrown out of the cloud, discarded. He’d freed himself.

Two gunshots rang out, this time finding their mark in Zestial’s hip and leg. Valentino was not making jokes like usual, no, all of that was gone.

Cupid cried out in pain, responding by sinking her own fangs into one of Plague’s legs, and tearing it off, well, trying too. She was surprised by how difficult the action was.

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Zestial was far too busy with his overwhelmed senses to notice the discarded silk, but he heard Valentino. He couldn't deny he had underestimated the Moth. He had thought himself safe from harm, forgetting how powerful Valentino really was. He hadn't fought anyone for near two centuries now. He was rusty.

"GAH!" Zestial cried out as bullets tore through his body and wings, creating new holes to add to his collection. The bullet to his hip got him down, the one to his leg knocked him onto his stomach. The old man groaned, pushing himself up to sit back on his feet. The fresh pain was like reliving a memory, pain was not something he often felt or allowed himself to feel. It was rare.

Plague unlatched his jaw, twisted his head and biting above where Cupid was latched on. He bit through the leg like a hot knife through butter, letting Plague get away from Cupid. He ran off, throwing his own net at Cupid.

Zestial looked up at the spreading pheromones, shifting onto his hip and trying to find the threat within the smoke. "I can admit, I hath underestimated thou. Thou art more serious than I hath anticipated."

[Not Taking Chances RP]

@the-olde-sinner

Valentino disappeared from Vee Tower for seven days. Seven days not a soul could find him, no one knew where he could be or what he was doing. The answer became apparent on the eighth day when he finally showed up in Zestial’s territory. Not quite on the border, but not quite in the center either. He stayed on the outskirts.

One of Zestial’s souls, a sinner bathed in blood, came to Zestial’s manor begging him to do something. He claimed Valentino was on a rampage, destroying all he could and killing those in his ways. He begged Zestial to do something.

Valentino stood in the center of the street, waiting for the overlord of darkness and doom to appear. He was waiting for him, clearly. His lower arms were crossed, one hand holding a gun and the other supporting a cigarette.

He took a few deep puffs, eyes closed, his back to Zestial’s manor. Valentino didn’t look physically different by much, but his demeanor was vastly different. His posture was stiff, aggression coiled in every movement like a snake waiting to strike.

The street around him was covered in blood, but it wasn’t mindless. This wasn’t a rampage. A rampage meant destruction and death without intention. This was intention. This was all to get Zestial’s attention.

His antenna flickered when he heard a sound. He looked over his shoulder, no smile on his face. “And here I thought you’d make me wait forever, Fossil.”

Zestial knew the storm was coming. The days of nothing were for a reason, Valentino was planning something and here it was on his front door. Well, more like the side door. Zestial quietly rised when one of his souls came to warn him, gently patting their head and advising them to treat their wounds. He exited his home silently, making his way out to the streets of scared souls rushing like a river violently given new direction.

He would have flown, but that scare tactic had died when his wings were near torn off ages ago. So instead he walked confidently down the street, letting injured souls run by him as he made his way to the eye of the storm. Something out of place in his usually peaceful land.

There Valentino stood, an angry viper, starved and aching to strike at any who got within range. The lack of smile worried Zestial more than he would admit, the old man facing Valentino's rage with a calm, if gated, expression.

"Forgive me, young one, thou hath chosen a spot far from mine home. It doth take time to walk these barren streets for you hath scared the other sinners away." He stood tall, looking down at the ever so slightly shorter overlord. "What business doth thou hath within mine territory? I doth not remember being apart of the Vs most recent drama."

“Oh I’m well aware I picked a far spot. I just figured with your souls being in danger, you’d be faster. Don’t worry, I’ll compensate you for the damages. I’m not a monster.” He took a puff of his cigarette, deep pink smoke swirling around him as he kept facing away from Zestial. “Well, not yet anyway.” He said rather darkly.

Finally he turned to face the older overlord. He definitely looked different now. His glasses had cracks down the middle to imitate broken hearts. His clothing had changed, no longer was he wearing anything remotely feminine. Rather, he had on a leather jacket with a knife tucked into the side pocket.

“No, you’re not apart of our drama. Why would you be?” He didn’t chuckle, didn’t laugh, didn’t even smirk. He waved his cigarette around as he began to speak. “I’ll cut to the chase. I want something from you. Territory. You see, I’ve left the vees for the time being. The entertainment district is no longer my home.”

He began to pace, alternating between smoking and twirling his gun casually on one finger. “I don’t need much, a place to store my new souls. You know, I’ve accumulated almost two thousand in just seven days. Impressive, isn’t it?” His chuckle was dark, cold. “It’s fascinating how much you can accomplish when you finally stop playing and get your hands dirty.”

Zestial's eyes remained locked on Valentino as he paced, knowing an attack could come from no where. Valentino was different. Cold. Bitter. That made man dangerous. The less they had to loose, the more they're willing to burn. Both themselves and the world around them. Zestial kept his rigid stance, head only moving to keep his eyes on the moth. His spider, Plague, however, was chittering and twitching with uncertainty.

"Mine territory is not for the taking. It hath never been. No land of mine has been taken in several centuries and I doth not plan to change that so easily." He took a long breath, tilting his head at the moth. "I will only ask thee once to leave peacefully."

"I hath no qualms with thee, I doth not wish to create any. Thou art strong and there art plenty of other overlords to take from. Take thy business elsewhere, demon." He narrowed his eyes but refused to step back. Any sort of give would be used against him, he knew that. Give an inch, Valentino would take miles. "Leave mine souls and me in peace. Move thy ire elsewhere."

“I know it won’t be easy. I had hoped it wouldn’t be.” Valentino grinned now, stopping at the edge of the street, leaving Zestial in the middle. “I know I can take from anyone. However, it means the most taking from you. How else would they know I’m not fucking around?” He snapped his fingers.

A deep guttural growl sounded from behind Zestial. Cupid stepped out from behind a building, flanking the spider sinner. He was surrounded.

Cupid herself looked different. Not thinner exactly, but more muscular and lean. A sure sign she’s been eating only sinner meat and hunting her food down. She was still Valentino’s baby, but more capable, more dangerous. She bared her fangs at Zestial, her red eyes locking onto him.

“This isn’t personal Zestial. I’m not against you. But I need to prove myself somehow, and lo and behold you’re my golden ticket! I’m not leaving.”

Zestial glanced over his shoulder, narrowing his eye at the tiger behind him. Cupid did not look like the happy cat he'd last seen probably a week and a half ago. He knew, if he needed to, he could defend himself, but the fact that Valentino had brought his pet meant he was preparing for a fight. Zestial sighed, letting his finger twitch. Plague narrowed his own eyes, crawling around to rest on Zestial's back and hiss at Cupid.

"I was afraid to hear that. I wished to avoid a confrontation. I doth not enjoy petty squabbles such as these. A waste of mine energy." He huffed, letting Plague jump off him to the floor. The little spider grew, taking step after heavier step until it was close to half Cupid's size and hissing much more like a snake sounded than a spider. Zestial turned to face Valentino, tensing just in case.

"I doth encourage thee to prevent violence. Much more can be settled with words than fists or bullets."

“Oh Zestial, when have you ever known me to avoid violence?” His laugh was cold and harsh. He flicked his cigarette to the side. “I’m asking for a small chunk of land. If you won’t give it to me, then I’m taking it. That’s the deal.”

He raised his gun. “I wish I could say I’m sorry but…I’m really not.” He pulled the trigger. He was never aiming to hit Zestial.

The bullet flew past him and dug into Plague’s abdomen. Cupid roared, using the bullet as a distraction to charge at the spider, throwing her body into him to hit him down.

“You can stop this at any time Zestial. Just a chunk of land.”

Zestial easily moved out of the way of the bullet, confused as to why it was so easy until he eard Plague screech of pain. "Plague!" He snapped around, watching the giant tiger tackle his partner. His frown twisted deeper, the sound of a rattlesnake raising out of his throat. He glared at Valentino, spreading his wings in a massive flap, showing off the rips.

"That was a dishonorable tactic." He hissed, hearing his head back. He trusted Plague to handle himself, the giant spider was plenty capable. He could feel Plague twist and bite Cupid's leg, slashing with his own to try and get some distance or even just out of the tiger's grasp. Meanwhile, the spider's owner spat into his own hands, pulling apart a fine lime colored silk. "I am disappointed you cannot focus on me."

A few twists and he threw a net at Valentino, the sticky webbing aiming for the man's feet. Zestial was aiming to immobilize. Get Valentino still, then he could aim for the weapon. The less room Valentino had to move, the less damage he could do. "Then again, thy generation is known for low blows."

“I hope you weren’t expecting a fair fight.” Valentino chuckled. He watched him, raising his gun again. Then a lime green net was thrown at him. He jumped away, cursing when one of his feet got caught in the net.

He hit the ground hard, but he didn’t drop his gun. He heard Cupid whine, knowing she’d come to his aid. “Cupid! Stay!” Cupid huffed, turning and focusing on Plague. She never hurt the spider, batting at him with her paws, claws tucked away. She used her bulk to keep him away from Zestial.

While she kept Plague busy, Valentino turned his attention to the silk on his foot. He glared at Zestial, huffing slowly. As he did, puffs of pink smoke billowed from his mouth. It wrapped around him in a thick cloud, obscuring him from view.

The silk began to tug.

Valentino wrapped his leg around the thread, using it to pull Zestial into the plum of pheromones, like a fish being reeled in.

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Zestial huffed, relieved Valentino had been caught. When step on a web and any moth was surely doomed. He just had to keep Valentino down and continue to net him. Once he was fully ensnared, he could drag the man out of his territory. The old man narrowed his eyes as puffs of red smoke quickly surrounded Val and made it impossible to see. His own eyesight didn't help.

"This battle is pointless Valentino. Thou knowest as well as I do how it will end up turning. In mine favor." He felt a tug on the silk, glancing down just before he was tugged forward. He hardly had time to catch his balance before he was enveloped by smoke, every instinct starting to scream at him.

Zestial actually cried out, a primal, animal hiss as the pheromones dug into his sensitive skin and nose, trying to fill his lungs. He shook his head violently, letting go of the silk to back out of the clouds and rub at his face.

Plague's head snapped around when he heard Zestial cry out, his eyes widening. He hissed and bit down hard on Cupid's paw, shaking his head to do as much damage as his massive fangs could.

[Not Taking Chances RP]

@the-olde-sinner

Valentino disappeared from Vee Tower for seven days. Seven days not a soul could find him, no one knew where he could be or what he was doing. The answer became apparent on the eighth day when he finally showed up in Zestial’s territory. Not quite on the border, but not quite in the center either. He stayed on the outskirts.

One of Zestial’s souls, a sinner bathed in blood, came to Zestial’s manor begging him to do something. He claimed Valentino was on a rampage, destroying all he could and killing those in his ways. He begged Zestial to do something.

Valentino stood in the center of the street, waiting for the overlord of darkness and doom to appear. He was waiting for him, clearly. His lower arms were crossed, one hand holding a gun and the other supporting a cigarette.

He took a few deep puffs, eyes closed, his back to Zestial’s manor. Valentino didn’t look physically different by much, but his demeanor was vastly different. His posture was stiff, aggression coiled in every movement like a snake waiting to strike.

The street around him was covered in blood, but it wasn’t mindless. This wasn’t a rampage. A rampage meant destruction and death without intention. This was intention. This was all to get Zestial’s attention.

His antenna flickered when he heard a sound. He looked over his shoulder, no smile on his face. “And here I thought you’d make me wait forever, Fossil.”

Zestial knew the storm was coming. The days of nothing were for a reason, Valentino was planning something and here it was on his front door. Well, more like the side door. Zestial quietly rised when one of his souls came to warn him, gently patting their head and advising them to treat their wounds. He exited his home silently, making his way out to the streets of scared souls rushing like a river violently given new direction.

He would have flown, but that scare tactic had died when his wings were near torn off ages ago. So instead he walked confidently down the street, letting injured souls run by him as he made his way to the eye of the storm. Something out of place in his usually peaceful land.

There Valentino stood, an angry viper, starved and aching to strike at any who got within range. The lack of smile worried Zestial more than he would admit, the old man facing Valentino's rage with a calm, if gated, expression.

"Forgive me, young one, thou hath chosen a spot far from mine home. It doth take time to walk these barren streets for you hath scared the other sinners away." He stood tall, looking down at the ever so slightly shorter overlord. "What business doth thou hath within mine territory? I doth not remember being apart of the Vs most recent drama."

“Oh I’m well aware I picked a far spot. I just figured with your souls being in danger, you’d be faster. Don’t worry, I’ll compensate you for the damages. I’m not a monster.” He took a puff of his cigarette, deep pink smoke swirling around him as he kept facing away from Zestial. “Well, not yet anyway.” He said rather darkly.

Finally he turned to face the older overlord. He definitely looked different now. His glasses had cracks down the middle to imitate broken hearts. His clothing had changed, no longer was he wearing anything remotely feminine. Rather, he had on a leather jacket with a knife tucked into the side pocket.

“No, you’re not apart of our drama. Why would you be?” He didn’t chuckle, didn’t laugh, didn’t even smirk. He waved his cigarette around as he began to speak. “I’ll cut to the chase. I want something from you. Territory. You see, I’ve left the vees for the time being. The entertainment district is no longer my home.”

He began to pace, alternating between smoking and twirling his gun casually on one finger. “I don’t need much, a place to store my new souls. You know, I’ve accumulated almost two thousand in just seven days. Impressive, isn’t it?” His chuckle was dark, cold. “It’s fascinating how much you can accomplish when you finally stop playing and get your hands dirty.”

Zestial's eyes remained locked on Valentino as he paced, knowing an attack could come from no where. Valentino was different. Cold. Bitter. That made man dangerous. The less they had to loose, the more they're willing to burn. Both themselves and the world around them. Zestial kept his rigid stance, head only moving to keep his eyes on the moth. His spider, Plague, however, was chittering and twitching with uncertainty.

"Mine territory is not for the taking. It hath never been. No land of mine has been taken in several centuries and I doth not plan to change that so easily." He took a long breath, tilting his head at the moth. "I will only ask thee once to leave peacefully."

"I hath no qualms with thee, I doth not wish to create any. Thou art strong and there art plenty of other overlords to take from. Take thy business elsewhere, demon." He narrowed his eyes but refused to step back. Any sort of give would be used against him, he knew that. Give an inch, Valentino would take miles. "Leave mine souls and me in peace. Move thy ire elsewhere."

“I know it won’t be easy. I had hoped it wouldn’t be.” Valentino grinned now, stopping at the edge of the street, leaving Zestial in the middle. “I know I can take from anyone. However, it means the most taking from you. How else would they know I’m not fucking around?” He snapped his fingers.

A deep guttural growl sounded from behind Zestial. Cupid stepped out from behind a building, flanking the spider sinner. He was surrounded.

Cupid herself looked different. Not thinner exactly, but more muscular and lean. A sure sign she’s been eating only sinner meat and hunting her food down. She was still Valentino’s baby, but more capable, more dangerous. She bared her fangs at Zestial, her red eyes locking onto him.

“This isn’t personal Zestial. I’m not against you. But I need to prove myself somehow, and lo and behold you’re my golden ticket! I’m not leaving.”

Zestial glanced over his shoulder, narrowing his eye at the tiger behind him. Cupid did not look like the happy cat he'd last seen probably a week and a half ago. He knew, if he needed to, he could defend himself, but the fact that Valentino had brought his pet meant he was preparing for a fight. Zestial sighed, letting his finger twitch. Plague narrowed his own eyes, crawling around to rest on Zestial's back and hiss at Cupid.

"I was afraid to hear that. I wished to avoid a confrontation. I doth not enjoy petty squabbles such as these. A waste of mine energy." He huffed, letting Plague jump off him to the floor. The little spider grew, taking step after heavier step until it was close to half Cupid's size and hissing much more like a snake sounded than a spider. Zestial turned to face Valentino, tensing just in case.

"I doth encourage thee to prevent violence. Much more can be settled with words than fists or bullets."

“Oh Zestial, when have you ever known me to avoid violence?” His laugh was cold and harsh. He flicked his cigarette to the side. “I’m asking for a small chunk of land. If you won’t give it to me, then I’m taking it. That’s the deal.”

He raised his gun. “I wish I could say I’m sorry but…I’m really not.” He pulled the trigger. He was never aiming to hit Zestial.

The bullet flew past him and dug into Plague’s abdomen. Cupid roared, using the bullet as a distraction to charge at the spider, throwing her body into him to hit him down.

“You can stop this at any time Zestial. Just a chunk of land.”

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Zestial easily moved out of the way of the bullet, confused as to why it was so easy until he eard Plague screech of pain. "Plague!" He snapped around, watching the giant tiger tackle his partner. His frown twisted deeper, the sound of a rattlesnake raising out of his throat. He glared at Valentino, spreading his wings in a massive flap, showing off the rips.

"That was a dishonorable tactic." He hissed, hearing his head back. He trusted Plague to handle himself, the giant spider was plenty capable. He could feel Plague twist and bite Cupid's leg, slashing with his own to try and get some distance or even just out of the tiger's grasp. Meanwhile, the spider's owner spat into his own hands, pulling apart a fine lime colored silk. "I am disappointed you cannot focus on me."

A few twists and he threw a net at Valentino, the sticky webbing aiming for the man's feet. Zestial was aiming to immobilize. Get Valentino still, then he could aim for the weapon. The less room Valentino had to move, the less damage he could do. "Then again, thy generation is known for low blows."

[Not Taking Chances RP]

@the-olde-sinner

Valentino disappeared from Vee Tower for seven days. Seven days not a soul could find him, no one knew where he could be or what he was doing. The answer became apparent on the eighth day when he finally showed up in Zestial’s territory. Not quite on the border, but not quite in the center either. He stayed on the outskirts.

One of Zestial’s souls, a sinner bathed in blood, came to Zestial’s manor begging him to do something. He claimed Valentino was on a rampage, destroying all he could and killing those in his ways. He begged Zestial to do something.

Valentino stood in the center of the street, waiting for the overlord of darkness and doom to appear. He was waiting for him, clearly. His lower arms were crossed, one hand holding a gun and the other supporting a cigarette.

He took a few deep puffs, eyes closed, his back to Zestial’s manor. Valentino didn’t look physically different by much, but his demeanor was vastly different. His posture was stiff, aggression coiled in every movement like a snake waiting to strike.

The street around him was covered in blood, but it wasn’t mindless. This wasn’t a rampage. A rampage meant destruction and death without intention. This was intention. This was all to get Zestial’s attention.

His antenna flickered when he heard a sound. He looked over his shoulder, no smile on his face. “And here I thought you’d make me wait forever, Fossil.”

Zestial knew the storm was coming. The days of nothing were for a reason, Valentino was planning something and here it was on his front door. Well, more like the side door. Zestial quietly rised when one of his souls came to warn him, gently patting their head and advising them to treat their wounds. He exited his home silently, making his way out to the streets of scared souls rushing like a river violently given new direction.

He would have flown, but that scare tactic had died when his wings were near torn off ages ago. So instead he walked confidently down the street, letting injured souls run by him as he made his way to the eye of the storm. Something out of place in his usually peaceful land.

There Valentino stood, an angry viper, starved and aching to strike at any who got within range. The lack of smile worried Zestial more than he would admit, the old man facing Valentino's rage with a calm, if gated, expression.

"Forgive me, young one, thou hath chosen a spot far from mine home. It doth take time to walk these barren streets for you hath scared the other sinners away." He stood tall, looking down at the ever so slightly shorter overlord. "What business doth thou hath within mine territory? I doth not remember being apart of the Vs most recent drama."

“Oh I’m well aware I picked a far spot. I just figured with your souls being in danger, you’d be faster. Don’t worry, I’ll compensate you for the damages. I’m not a monster.” He took a puff of his cigarette, deep pink smoke swirling around him as he kept facing away from Zestial. “Well, not yet anyway.” He said rather darkly.

Finally he turned to face the older overlord. He definitely looked different now. His glasses had cracks down the middle to imitate broken hearts. His clothing had changed, no longer was he wearing anything remotely feminine. Rather, he had on a leather jacket with a knife tucked into the side pocket.

“No, you’re not apart of our drama. Why would you be?” He didn’t chuckle, didn’t laugh, didn’t even smirk. He waved his cigarette around as he began to speak. “I’ll cut to the chase. I want something from you. Territory. You see, I’ve left the vees for the time being. The entertainment district is no longer my home.”

He began to pace, alternating between smoking and twirling his gun casually on one finger. “I don’t need much, a place to store my new souls. You know, I’ve accumulated almost two thousand in just seven days. Impressive, isn’t it?” His chuckle was dark, cold. “It’s fascinating how much you can accomplish when you finally stop playing and get your hands dirty.”

Zestial's eyes remained locked on Valentino as he paced, knowing an attack could come from no where. Valentino was different. Cold. Bitter. That made man dangerous. The less they had to loose, the more they're willing to burn. Both themselves and the world around them. Zestial kept his rigid stance, head only moving to keep his eyes on the moth. His spider, Plague, however, was chittering and twitching with uncertainty.

"Mine territory is not for the taking. It hath never been. No land of mine has been taken in several centuries and I doth not plan to change that so easily." He took a long breath, tilting his head at the moth. "I will only ask thee once to leave peacefully."

"I hath no qualms with thee, I doth not wish to create any. Thou art strong and there art plenty of other overlords to take from. Take thy business elsewhere, demon." He narrowed his eyes but refused to step back. Any sort of give would be used against him, he knew that. Give an inch, Valentino would take miles. "Leave mine souls and me in peace. Move thy ire elsewhere."

“I know it won’t be easy. I had hoped it wouldn’t be.” Valentino grinned now, stopping at the edge of the street, leaving Zestial in the middle. “I know I can take from anyone. However, it means the most taking from you. How else would they know I’m not fucking around?” He snapped his fingers.

A deep guttural growl sounded from behind Zestial. Cupid stepped out from behind a building, flanking the spider sinner. He was surrounded.

Cupid herself looked different. Not thinner exactly, but more muscular and lean. A sure sign she’s been eating only sinner meat and hunting her food down. She was still Valentino’s baby, but more capable, more dangerous. She bared her fangs at Zestial, her red eyes locking onto him.

“This isn’t personal Zestial. I’m not against you. But I need to prove myself somehow, and lo and behold you’re my golden ticket! I’m not leaving.”

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Zestial glanced over his shoulder, narrowing his eye at the tiger behind him. Cupid did not look like the happy cat he'd last seen probably a week and a half ago. He knew, if he needed to, he could defend himself, but the fact that Valentino had brought his pet meant he was preparing for a fight. Zestial sighed, letting his finger twitch. Plague narrowed his own eyes, crawling around to rest on Zestial's back and hiss at Cupid.

"I was afraid to hear that. I wished to avoid a confrontation. I doth not enjoy petty squabbles such as these. A waste of mine energy." He huffed, letting Plague jump off him to the floor. The little spider grew, taking step after heavier step until it was close to half Cupid's size and hissing much more like a snake sounded than a spider. Zestial turned to face Valentino, tensing just in case.

"I doth encourage thee to prevent violence. Much more can be settled with words than fists or bullets."

[Not Taking Chances RP]

@the-olde-sinner

Valentino disappeared from Vee Tower for seven days. Seven days not a soul could find him, no one knew where he could be or what he was doing. The answer became apparent on the eighth day when he finally showed up in Zestial’s territory. Not quite on the border, but not quite in the center either. He stayed on the outskirts.

One of Zestial’s souls, a sinner bathed in blood, came to Zestial’s manor begging him to do something. He claimed Valentino was on a rampage, destroying all he could and killing those in his ways. He begged Zestial to do something.

Valentino stood in the center of the street, waiting for the overlord of darkness and doom to appear. He was waiting for him, clearly. His lower arms were crossed, one hand holding a gun and the other supporting a cigarette.

He took a few deep puffs, eyes closed, his back to Zestial’s manor. Valentino didn’t look physically different by much, but his demeanor was vastly different. His posture was stiff, aggression coiled in every movement like a snake waiting to strike.

The street around him was covered in blood, but it wasn’t mindless. This wasn’t a rampage. A rampage meant destruction and death without intention. This was intention. This was all to get Zestial’s attention.

His antenna flickered when he heard a sound. He looked over his shoulder, no smile on his face. “And here I thought you’d make me wait forever, Fossil.”

Zestial knew the storm was coming. The days of nothing were for a reason, Valentino was planning something and here it was on his front door. Well, more like the side door. Zestial quietly rised when one of his souls came to warn him, gently patting their head and advising them to treat their wounds. He exited his home silently, making his way out to the streets of scared souls rushing like a river violently given new direction.

He would have flown, but that scare tactic had died when his wings were near torn off ages ago. So instead he walked confidently down the street, letting injured souls run by him as he made his way to the eye of the storm. Something out of place in his usually peaceful land.

There Valentino stood, an angry viper, starved and aching to strike at any who got within range. The lack of smile worried Zestial more than he would admit, the old man facing Valentino's rage with a calm, if gated, expression.

"Forgive me, young one, thou hath chosen a spot far from mine home. It doth take time to walk these barren streets for you hath scared the other sinners away." He stood tall, looking down at the ever so slightly shorter overlord. "What business doth thou hath within mine territory? I doth not remember being apart of the Vs most recent drama."

“Oh I’m well aware I picked a far spot. I just figured with your souls being in danger, you’d be faster. Don’t worry, I’ll compensate you for the damages. I’m not a monster.” He took a puff of his cigarette, deep pink smoke swirling around him as he kept facing away from Zestial. “Well, not yet anyway.” He said rather darkly.

Finally he turned to face the older overlord. He definitely looked different now. His glasses had cracks down the middle to imitate broken hearts. His clothing had changed, no longer was he wearing anything remotely feminine. Rather, he had on a leather jacket with a knife tucked into the side pocket.

“No, you’re not apart of our drama. Why would you be?” He didn’t chuckle, didn’t laugh, didn’t even smirk. He waved his cigarette around as he began to speak. “I’ll cut to the chase. I want something from you. Territory. You see, I’ve left the vees for the time being. The entertainment district is no longer my home.”

He began to pace, alternating between smoking and twirling his gun casually on one finger. “I don’t need much, a place to store my new souls. You know, I’ve accumulated almost two thousand in just seven days. Impressive, isn’t it?” His chuckle was dark, cold. “It’s fascinating how much you can accomplish when you finally stop playing and get your hands dirty.”

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Zestial's eyes remained locked on Valentino as he paced, knowing an attack could come from no where. Valentino was different. Cold. Bitter. That made man dangerous. The less they had to loose, the more they're willing to burn. Both themselves and the world around them. Zestial kept his rigid stance, head only moving to keep his eyes on the moth. His spider, Plague, however, was chittering and twitching with uncertainty.

"Mine territory is not for the taking. It hath never been. No land of mine has been taken in several centuries and I doth not plan to change that so easily." He took a long breath, tilting his head at the moth. "I will only ask thee once to leave peacefully."

"I hath no qualms with thee, I doth not wish to create any. Thou art strong and there art plenty of other overlords to take from. Take thy business elsewhere, demon." He narrowed his eyes but refused to step back. Any sort of give would be used against him, he knew that. Give an inch, Valentino would take miles. "Leave mine souls and me in peace. Move thy ire elsewhere."

[Not Taking Chances RP]

@the-olde-sinner

Valentino disappeared from Vee Tower for seven days. Seven days not a soul could find him, no one knew where he could be or what he was doing. The answer became apparent on the eighth day when he finally showed up in Zestial’s territory. Not quite on the border, but not quite in the center either. He stayed on the outskirts.

One of Zestial’s souls, a sinner bathed in blood, came to Zestial’s manor begging him to do something. He claimed Valentino was on a rampage, destroying all he could and killing those in his ways. He begged Zestial to do something.

Valentino stood in the center of the street, waiting for the overlord of darkness and doom to appear. He was waiting for him, clearly. His lower arms were crossed, one hand holding a gun and the other supporting a cigarette.

He took a few deep puffs, eyes closed, his back to Zestial’s manor. Valentino didn’t look physically different by much, but his demeanor was vastly different. His posture was stiff, aggression coiled in every movement like a snake waiting to strike.

The street around him was covered in blood, but it wasn’t mindless. This wasn’t a rampage. A rampage meant destruction and death without intention. This was intention. This was all to get Zestial’s attention.

His antenna flickered when he heard a sound. He looked over his shoulder, no smile on his face. “And here I thought you’d make me wait forever, Fossil.”