It's funny how quickly a person's attitude can change when presented with something they like. One moment they're boiling hot ready to erupt like a volcano, the next they're as calm and cool as a penguin walking across the icy tundra. This described Sir Pentious currently, for after he was escorted by Vega to where the Maykrs' housed their interdimensional related technology, instead of anger he felt only wonder. Of course Vega could've easily just opened a portal himself to send him back, but knowing the demon was an inventor and fascinated by advanced technology, he figured that he'd love to see some of what the Maykrs could construct.
And going by the wide eyed expression of awe he possessed, it seemed Vega was spot on.
"I take it you're impressed?" He asked in amusement as the snake slowly slithered further into the room.
"Impressed? IMPRESSED?! This goes BEYOND impressed!" Sir Pentious answered, "This technology, the design of the apparatus, I've never seen anything like it! Not even in Doom or when I was in the fortress!" He exclaimed.
"The Maykrs pride themselves on their intelligence and inventions, what they have here in Urdak is unmatched by anything else in creation." Vega informed while keeping up with him at his side, "In fact, I offered Vox the opportunity once this whole ordeal is settled to come here and be mentored by Samur, so that way he could replicate this technology to a certain extent in Lucifer's circle." He admitted.
Upon hearing that name Sir Pentious came to a complete stop, for during all of this he actually hadn't thought about the two Vs.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Vega apologized realizing his blunder, "I shouldn't have mentioned him." He added.
"No, it's fine, not like saying his or Velvet's name is gonna change the facts..." Sir Pentious replied.
"Which are?" He inquired curiously.
"That even though me and Vox were killed by the same person, tortured by those bastards in the Soul Harvester, and had a...moment I guess you'd call it with Velvet before shit went sideways, the only reason those two even talked to me at all is because of all that, otherwise they'd never know I even existed." Sir Pentious explained.
"Ah I see, you think they've forgotten about you?" He asked.
"Yes? No? Maybe? It's a lot of things..." Sir Pentious answered with a sigh, "It's just weird I think, how one day I'm just another demon blowing up shit to try and make a name for myself that the three Vs would've pissed on for laughs, the next two members of that group of Overlords are sitting on my bed in a hotel while I cry like a baby and suddenly we're all buddy buddy with each other." He said.
"Forgive me, I believe I'm a bit confused." Vega replied as he looked at him, "But what exactly is troubling you? From what you're saying it sounds like a number of different concerns that you're having all at once." He pointed out.
"That's because I am." Sir Pentious confirmed while moving his gaze to the floor, "Everything's just so different now, two people who wouldn't have given a shit about me before suddenly do, I'm no longer just a kingpin but have been given the chance to join one of the most powerful group of Overlords, AND on top of it all we're trying to be better people, there's so much that's changed that it's...hard to process." He told him.
"Does this mean you don't want to see them?" Vega asked.
"No, not at all, if anything that's the thing I'm looking forward to most, people who're ACTUALLY happy to see me for a change." He answered as a smile came to his face, "Although with that being said, I have a pretty good feeling that I'll need a crowbar to pull Velvet off of me." He added.
"She is quite the hugger from what I understand, just like Charlie." Vega replied.
With that conversation at its end Sir Pentious continued to study the Maykrs' technology for a bit longer, before eventually letting Vega know he was ready to leave. It took only a few seconds for the attending angels to get the device ready, which was similar to what the Slayer and the Wretch had in their respective domiciles, though far more advanced.
"The connection has been made father, he may go through." One of them informed once the portal was stabilized.
"Whelp, this is it, I'm finally going home." Sir Pentious said as he moved closer to it, yet stopped just before he went through.
"Is something wrong?" Vega asked.
"...Look, I'm not good at this, so just be happy I'm even saying it." He responded, refusing to turn around out of embarrassment, "I'm...thankful for everything you and everyone else have done, and even though those tests were fucking pointless like I said they were and they sucked, I understand why you did them and I'm glad there was nothing that could've harmed Velvet or Vox, but if you tell ANYONE that I said any of this I'll deny it and do everything I can to make you look like a lying asshole." He told him before entering the rift.
Feeling amused and happy by what he shared Vega with a few chuckles turned away and left the room, with the portal being closed by the angels after they were sure he was sent to his proper destination.
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"HELLO HELL!" Sir Pentious shouted at the top of his lungs as he entered the Happy Hotel lobby, his arms spread out to his sides and a big proud grin present on his face, "Bet you thought you'd seen the last of me? That you were free from your soon to be new ruler? Well think again!" He exclaimed.
Waiting for a few seconds after his boisterous entrance in silence to hear what everyone's reactions were, as he continued to stand there all he heard was the portal closing behind him.
"Um...HELLO?" He called out now bothering to look around himself, "It's ME, Sir Pentious! You know the person who is smarter than all of you?" He taunted, hoping that would get a response.
It didn't, and as he continued looking around he noticed two strange details. The first was how all the furniture had been arranged in a circle near the center, almost as if some kind of party or meal just happened. This led to the second thing he discovered, that apart from the seemingly dead body of Lucifer lying on the ground not too far from him, no one else was there.
"...WHERE THE FUCK IS EVERYONE?!" He questioned, not even really acknowledging or caring about the devil and his corpse like state, "What could POSSIBLY be MORE important than the triumphant return of me?" He asked.
At Slayer Studios...
"Okay, hear me out, Slayer UNDERWEAR!" Blitzo suggested while pointing to a rough sketch of the Slayer's original helmet on boxers, panties, and bras.
Both getting to and inside Slayer Studios without garnering any unwanted attention was remarkably easy. The trip to the building they had the limousine to help conceal the Slayer's big buff person so no issues there. Then when they arrived all of the employees were busy either in their offices or filming something, allowing them to get him inside one of the building's elevators and up to Angel Dust's office. Which as of now was where Blitzo was holding a presentation, showcasing all of the idea for merchandise they could make for the event.
But seeing as how his first pitch was undergarments with the Slayer's helmeted head plastered on them, even those among them that already had low expectations didn't know what to think.
"...Alright...I'll bite..." Vox spoke before clapping hiss hands together and taking in a deep breath, "Are you ACTUALLY retarded?" He asked.
"Aww, is someone intimidated by my genius?" Blitzo replied in a mocking tone.
"WHAT GENIUS?!" He questioned before standing up from his seat to point at the drawings, "ALL YOU DID WAS DRAW A PAIR OF BREASTS AND ADDED HIS HELMET ON TOP OF THEM!" He shouted.
"Hey! I ALSO drew boxers and panties." Blitzo reminded as he gestured back and forth between the illustrations.
"Please...PLEASE tell me I'm not the only one here who's two seconds away from strangling him?!" He requested while looking around at the others.
"I deal with that every day..." Moxxie said with a sigh as he rested his head in the palm of his hand.
"Blitzy." Stolas spoke up to get the Imp's attention, "While I understand what you're going for by putting him on clothing, I don't know if this is the best approach to that concept." He said.
"WOW, I didn't think anyone who could actually be polite about this, that's genuinely impressive." Cherri complimented.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Blitzo asked as he put his hands on his hips.
"Dude, you want to put Will's face on top of people's tits and dicks, do you not see all the ways that is just SO wrong?" She answered with her own question.
"You know what? FINE, why don't we ask him and see what HE thinks?" He suggested.
Deciding to take him up on that everyone turned in their seat and looked at the Slayer who sat at the head of the table, Angel Dust and Katie as expected sitting nearby in their own chairs.
"I don't see a problem..." He said with a light shrug of his shoulders.
"YES! IN YOUR FUCKING FACES YOU PRUDES!" Blitzo cheered triumphantly while throwing his arms into the air.
"Seriously Will? You don't have ANY issues at all with that?" Vagatha questioned, genuinely surprised by that along with the others.
"I've ripped entrails filled with waste and fluids out of demons who were still alive to scream...having my helmet on underwear is pretty mundane compared to something like that..." He explained.
"Glad to see I'm not the only one here who's got his head screwed on right." Blitzo complimented before looking back to his presentation, "Now then, if all of you have pulled the sticks that were firmly inserted in your sphincters out, we can talk about the limited edition prints of the underwear that we can charge an arm and a leg for, those idiots will kill each other to get their hands on it." He said.
"Psst, Katie." Nifty whispered, able to do so easily since she sat right next to her.
'What?" Katie responded, however not in the same volume as she didn't think this was important.
"Does Will seem a little...off to you?" She asked.
"...No...but what do you mean by off?" Katie inquired now lowering her voice to be the same as hers.
"I dunno, he just doesn't seem like himself at all." She replied as both looked at the Slayer, doing their best not to be noticed by him, "Remember when he first showed up and you could just FEEL how angry he was? Like before he even entered a room there was this...aura about him that you couldn't ignore?" She asked.
"Huh...I see what you're getting at now..." Katie answered slowly piecing it together.
"So you have noticed it then?" She questioned.
"I mean yeah I guess...though to be honest I've been a little caught up in the fact he's actually here to really think about it." Katie replied.
"HEY!" Blitzo exclaimed interrupting their conversation, "I don't ask for much around here so could I maybe have your full attention? This is important after all!" He told them.
"First you describe yourself as a genius then you claim this is important, I think we need to get you a dictionary so you can understand exactly how stupid you sound." Vox chimed in, having sat back down in his seat after the Slayer gave his thoughts.
"Does anyone have the remote to his head so we can turn him off?" Blitzo asked.
"If you ever tried that shit I'd shove the remote so far up your ass you could change a channel by flicking your tongue." The Overlord told him.
After that the two of them got into a battle of creative insults and threats to try and prove themselves superior. This brought the meeting to a halt for the moment as the others either tried diffusing the situation or cheered on one of them wanting to see how far they'd go, the Slayer all the while just watching in silence.
Meanwhile, At The Same Time In Urdak...
Where does a group of highly intelligent divine beings go to discuss something where no one can hear them, this was a question that Samur was trying to answer. He initially believed they would be at the Khan's garden as no angels or drones went there lest they had to, but upon going there himself he found no trace of them. Then he decided to check both the space the Wretch had been using as well as where the father's soul sphere was returned to his body for both locations were remote, sadly they too yielded no results. At that point the seraphim was stuck which was rare for him, where in all of Urdak could they have gone that he hadn't considered?
"They wouldn't be holding a conference in the infirmary, that'd be far too disrespectful to the patients and disruptive to the few angels tending to them..." He thought, doing his best to remember every last section of their home to try and deduce where they were, "There are a few unused spaces and rooms that would serve them well, but given they've eluded all detection thus far by anyone I feel that eliminates them as well, even a drone in passing would've spotted them at some point." He reasoned, "The only locations left beyond those however are never empty, each far too important in its function to be left unsupervised, but why would they choose any of those as-"
Then it appeared, an idea that while a possibility didn't make any sense, at least not from his perspective. But seeing as how he had nowhere else to search he had nothing to lose by investigating it. Moving at a moderate pace for there was no real urgency to find them, as he drew closer to his destination he noticed something peculiar.
"Drones, a great many of them..." He counted as he watched them enter the very building he was headed towards, "The only reasons so many would be needed is for the construction of a new facility, or if there is a reincarnation occurring." He thought.
Knowing well there were no new additions or expansions underway this meant it had to be the latter, which while serving well for confirmation only filled him with confusion. Yet he decided to let them explain their reasons for doing this, so he followed after the drones to be ready for when it was done.
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"Hmm..." The Wretch hummed to himself as he stared at the soul sphere, doing his best to think of a solution to his and Samur's problem before the other returned.
Deep inside of himself the demon still wanted to prove his worth to the creator and everyone else he'd been honored to meet. It is because of this that he felt he needed to go beyond anything he'd done before, even his most recent creation the Soul Cube would be seen as inferior by the time he was done. Sadly though no matter how he tackled this problem in his mind there were always holes, cracks, and other such weaknesses to be found. And while beforehand regarding the Soul Cube this was mostly due to his perfectionist nature, given how precarious this situation was his concerns and hesitations were entirely justified.
However, as he continued to stare at the deep crimson of the soul sphere a sudden urge appeared within him, one that although he couldn't explain he didn't fight against. Taking the few steps need to be as close to it as possible he then placed his hand on its surface, something that he'd soon come to regret. The room around him vanished in an instant becoming an endless void of darkness, the soul sphere began to glow as if reacting to his touch, yet when he tried to pull away his hand was held firm in its place, almost as if it were purposefully keeping him there.
"RELEASE ME!" He shouted immediately, though unsure of what was happening he knew well it had to be the Dark One's doing.
"You betrayed us, you allowed him the power he needed to end our reign." The deep commanding voice of his former master spoke, but just like the situation he was in the Wretch didn't know if this was real or some kind of trick.
"YOU DESERVED! YOU ALL DESERVED IT!" He shouted back now grabbing onto his arm with his other hand to try and move it.
"Without you our conquest would not have been as grand, you forged the machines of our domination, concocted the tools of torture, you are just as equal to blame as we." The voice told him.
"THAT WAS BEFORE I HAD A CHOICE! BEFORE I HAD ANY SENTIENCE OR CONSCIOUS!" He argued.
"And yet here you are compelled to feel my power, the very same that gave you your flesh and soul, try as you might with the suit you have grafted to yourself, you will always belong to me." It said.
Letting out a primal scream at the top of his lungs he couldn't take it any longer, if his hand refused to be free from the sphere then it'd be with him no more. In a truly horrific fashion he used the claws of his left hand to dig into the flesh and bone, peeling and breaking both to try and severe his appendage. Unfortunately his own suit would betray him, as the metal it was made of showed its durability by being impervious to his mutilation, all the while it repaired and replaced all that he was destroying.
"How fitting this would be your punishment." The voice spoke again as he continued to scream and rip apart his arm, "The very tool you made to help the Slayer defeat us, now keeps you bound to me forever." It told him.
Starting with a low but sinister chuckle the voice gradually grew to laughter, only adding to the torment the Wretch was experiencing. It is then that something new transpired, across the Wretch's torso several bright golden lights appeared, all seeming to be in the shape of some form of hand. But the Wretch paid no attention to this development, or when all of them grabbed onto his body and tried their best to pull him away. This went on for several seconds in which he continued to scream and ravage his connected arm, even with the aid of these unknown entities he still didn't budge.
Then it happened, within a single swift instant another radiant golden light appeared, only to then shoot from it a beam that cut his right arm in half at the elbow. With the connected severed and the hands still pulling on him the Wretch fell backwards to the floor, the room he had been standing in rapidly coming back to his sight as everything returned to normal. Yet despite this he still screamed without end, but not because of the pain he felt from the amputation of his limb. He could still feel it, the presence of the Dark One worming its way through his flesh and into his soul, regardless if it was actually happening or not it felt real, and for him that was the worst agony imaginable.
"Wretch! It's okay! You're going to be okay!" A voice called out hoping he could hear them.
"Samur? What were you thinking?!" Another voice questioned coming somewhere nearby.
"I apologize for not telling you, but it was clear that none of you were making any progress in freeing him, so we needed to change our approach." The seraphim said in reply.
"He won't stop screaming, this is bad..." A third voice noted as whoever it belonged to looked down at his writhing form.
"We need to get him to the infirmary now!" A fourth exclaimed.
"But what about his arm? Surely we can't just leave it here?" A fifth asked.
"We have to, right now we must focus on helping him!" A sixth answered.
After that no more words were spoken as all seemed to be in agreement with that decision, the Wretch soon feeling himself be lifted from the floor and carried by someone. He then felt air rush against his skin and body, an indication that whoever now held him in their arms was moving quite fast.
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Very few times in the Khan's life was she ever truly sad, but this isn't the imply that even if the face of most tragedies she'd show no emotion. Having been given the task of observing Doom and all of its atrocities without interference, for there was nothing they could've done then themselves without giving the Dark One any opportunities, it helped build her emotional strength to handle such things with a clear focused mind. But now as she slowly and as quietly as she could moved through the infirmary, checking in on all of the demons from Lucifer's circle to see how their conditions were improving, even she was struggling to maintain a calm collected composure.
"My Khan, are you alright?" The angel who moved with her asked, having noticed the sorrowful look she currently possessed.
"Without Samur's creation their suffering would be much worse..." She spoke while moving her head to look at all the patients, "Their transformations would be near complete, their wills fully suppressed, and we'd have to contain them like beasts in cages rather than victims of a disaster..." She went on.
"It is tragic, thankfully our seraphim was working on such a wonderous energy, with it we are able to combat the overwhelming potency of corruption that afflicts them." They said.
"Yes, though that in of itself is troubling..." She replied while letting out a sigh, "First he keeps from me and my predecessors the true plan of our father, until they were added to the singularity of course, now we learn he was conducting experiments in total secrecy, it just doesn't sit well with me." She admitted.
"My Khan, surely you don't believe that our seraphim holds dark intentions do you?" They asked.
"Of course not, my faith and trust in Samur is as absolute as it is for the father or for our champion, but I still wish he had informed of Argent at least if only so I could have helped him, I would have been more than happy to lend my assistance." She answered.
"Perhaps you should voice these feelings to him? I'm certain he would be more than happy and willing to accept your aid." They suggested.
"I'll considerate it once the day comes that all of us may breathe easy again, for now our focus must be on tending to these poor souls and stopping the Dark One." She said.
That was the last thing the Khan said in their conversation, for without warning both heard the door to the infirmary opened followed by a voice neither had heard in ages.
"WE NEED HELP!" One of the previous Khans shouted out, before soon coming into vision with the Wretch screaming in their arms.
Feeling her eyes widen at the appearance of one of her predecessors standing there in a newly made body, the poor woman's shock only got worse in the following seconds. One by one all of the former Khans entered the infirmary they too with new bodies, with the only non surprising person to appear being Samur who entered last.
"There you are!" One of them called out as they noticed her, which led to the rest of them doing the same, "We need a chamber! Are there any still available?" They asked while hurrying over to her.
"I...you...you're all...but the Soul Cube..." She barely managed to stutter out.
"My Khans." Samur spoke up before moving in between them and her, "It appears as though she is overcome by the sight of your new corporeal vessels, if you would like I could take you to a chamber that is waiting and ready for use." He offered.
Nodding all of their heads at the same time to accept his proposal, the seraphim then led them further into the infirmary so they could treat the Wretch. As for the Khan she just stood there like a statue, a state that only the angel who was with her noticed at that moment.
"My Khan, are you alright?" They asked while lightly touching her hand to see if she'd react, "Oh dear, you're completely unresponsive, I must inform the father." They decided before leaving the infirmary.
"...They're...they were...but...how?..." She questioned, still too stunned to do anything other than voice the overwhelmed status of her mind.
Back At Slayer Studios...
"And with that our presentation comes to an end." Blitzo said triumphantly as he put his hands behind his back, "From clothes, to figures, to decorated silverware and overpriced buttons, if you give us enough time we'll be able to milk this golden cow till it turns to copper!" He concluded referring to himself, Moxxie, Millie, and Loona.
Although things had started off rough with the only Slayer skivvies controversy, by the end everyone was surprisingly impressed once they saw the rest of his pitch. Even Vox who had been the most vocal and antagonistic towards it slowly came around, now fully understanding how this half brained Imp managed to have an assassination business not long ago.
"Alright, I'll be the first to say it after giving him so much shit, that was actually not a total dumpster fire." Vox said giving his opinion first.
"I mean to be fair, there's a reason we let him be the head of our marketing." Angel Dust replied giving the Imp his due credit.
"So does that mean we have the okay?" Blitzo asked just wanting to have an answer as soon as possible.
"Don't look at me..." The Slayer spoke up while pointing to Lilith and Charlie, who sat next to each other near the middle of the table, "They're the ones in charge of the planning..." He said.
Hearing that Blitzo immediately turned towards both women and gave them him his saddest look, completely with big wide puppy eyes and a quivering bottom lip.
"Personally I LOVE all of your ideas, even if some of them are a little...strange." Charlie told him mostly referring to the underwear, "But I think that if you can get all of it made along with plenty extra in case they sell well, and you can promise us that they'll be in the best possible quality so we're not cheating people, I don't see any issues." She said.
"My thoughts exactly." Lilith agreed as a smile came to her face, "It's going to take some time to even get the backing of the nobles and Overlords who haven't gone into hiding, so that should be plenty of time for you to produce all of this merchandise, especially if you have some additional help and resources provided by us." She offered.
"Wait seriously?!" Blitzo questioned in disbelief, which only made her smile more.
"Mhm, Millie and Moxxie are still recovering after all and Loona will be working with Octavia and Will on their music, so you're going to need some more people if this is going to work." She told him.
Unable to keep himself from cheering in response while also throwing his fists into the air, now that his contribution was decided they needed to move onto someone else.
"Who wants to go next?" Lilith asked looking to the others as Blitzo continued to celebrate in the background.
"Oh! Can we?" Velvet asked while raising her hand.
"Wait what? What the hell do we have to offer?" Vox questioned giving her a confused look.
"The video game obviously!" She replied while looking to him.
"Ooooooooooh, fuck no." He said sternly while crossing his arms.
"Aw, come on Vox! This would be a great opportunity to show it to people!" She argued.
"No, no, absolutely not, it isn't even at a point where I'd call it a beta, there's abso-fucking-lutely no way we are going to sell it to people." He told her.
"Well obviously, but we could still give it our for free so that way we'd get some proper feedback!" She suggested.
Before he said anything else to her the tv headed demon slowly turned towards her, the most insulted expression present on his screen.
"Are...you...out of your mind?..." He asked slowly, completely shocked that she'd even have such an idea come to her head, "If we let our potential consumer base see the product the way it is right now, by the time it is finished all we'll have to show for it is boxes of copies that no one will want to buy!" He exclaimed.
"Don't you think you're being just a LITTLE dramatic tube head?" Cherri asked.
"YOU DON'T KNOW THE KIND OF IDIOTS I'VE BEEN FORCED TO WORK WITH CHERRI!" He shouted while once again standing up from his seat, "IT'S LIKE I'M THE ONLY PERSON IN THIS ENTIRE CIRCLE WHO KNOWS THE VERY BASICS OF PROGAMMING!" He told her.
"Yet another reason why modern technology isn't all it's cracked up to be~" Alastor chimed in whimsically as he looked over the head of his cane.
"NOT. NOW. VENISON." He said while giving the radio demon a look of pure murder.
"Surely it isn't that bad Vox? I mean how inept can your staff actually be?" Vagatha asked.
"If you gave me a mouse that had half its brain removed and was missing three of its legs then put it on a keyboard so it could work for me, IT'D ACCOMPLISH MORE IN A SINGLE DAY THEN THESE PEONS HAVE SINCE DEVELOPMENT STARTED!" He answered before slamming his head onto the table, "Honestly...if I had just ONE other person who I knew for a fact couldn't be outsmarted by a single celled organism this game would be done by now..." He sighed sadly.
Like an angel answering the desperate prayers of a broken man, or like a cannonball being shot from a pirate ship into a house made of straw, the doors that led into the room were suddenly flung open and through them came the answer to his problems.
"There you all are! JESUS fucking CHRIST! Sir Pentious exclaimed as he slithered into the room, "I swear you're gone six months and you'd think your supposed FRIENDS and COLLEAGUES and RIVALS would be waiting for your return! But NOOOOOOOOOO, instead I learn that all of you are here talking about throwing a party for mister shoots a lot! Guess all I am to you is fucking road kill that you scrape off the hood of your cars! No party for poor old Sir Pentious!" He ranted while throwing his arms out to his sides.
Over the next ten seconds nothing happened, no words were spoken, no one moved from their seats, they all just stared at him with widened eyes.
"Oh, so that's how you're gonna be huh? I show up and interrupt your little party planning and you don't even say anything? Unbelievable!" He exclaimed as he crossed his arms, "Well, I see now how important I am, take a good look because this is the LAST you will EVER see of the great Sir Pentious!" He told them.
But before he could even manage to turn half way around so his back was to them, the snake demon would be sent flying across the floor as he was hit with an incredibly powerful impact. The cause of the impact however wasn't an object or some kind of attack, instead it was Velvet moving as fast as she could out of her seat towards him before then tackling him with a hug.
"PETNIOUS!" She shouted out as they slid on the ground before eventually coming to a stop, "IT'S YOU! YOU'RE REAL! YOU'RE REALLY REAL!" She exclaimed while looking up at him.
"Of course it's me! Do you know anyone else who's as brilliant and amazing as I am?" He asked as he returned her gaze with his own.
However words would not be how she answered that question, so overwhelmed by joy she buried her face in his chest and sobbed uncontrollably. This is when he decided it was time to let his ego filled personality take a break, as he then wrapped his arms around her to return the hug.
"I..I...I THOUGHT I'D NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN!" She choked out between her sobs, tightening her hold on him.
"Yeah...so did I..." He admitted with a smile as tears started forming in his eyes, "Fuck...now you've got me misty eyed...goddamn it..." He said.
At that point the others who were watching on from the room all got up from their seats, hurrying over to speak with him and to make sure neither he or Velvet had been hurt in some way from her tackle.
"Holy shit dude! Where the fuck've you been?!" Cherri questioned as Vox and the Slayer helped get them back upright, though Velvet still clung to him and refused to let go, "Have you just been chilling in Urdak this whole time?! Why didn't you come back with Will?!" She asked demanding answers.
"One question at a time Cherri." Vox told her as a smile of his own appeared, "No reason to overwhelm him with so many." He added.
"Oh FUCK that!" She exclaimed while pointing towards Sir Pentious, "This asshole's got a LOT of explaining to do! And I'm not gonna sit here while he goes on and on about how awesome he is before he decides to tell us!" She said firmly.
"Yeah, like how you knew to come here." Katie spoke up as she looked at him with an intrigued expression, "You said you learned we were here, how?" She asked.
Just like before when Sir Pentious had asked Velvet a question, words wouldn't provide the answer to her inquiry. For you see, the layout of the top floor of Slayer Studios wasn't all too different from when the Slayer had been there, yes there were some expansions and remodeling but for the most part the building was unchanged. This included the top floor they were currently on, which consisted entirely of the massive office that was now Angel Dust's as well as his room, the connecting room they currently were all in, and both the elevator which was behind Sir Pentious and the stairs that were nearby. The reason why this information is important is because the answer to Katie's question as said didn't come from his mouth, it came from the elevator behind him which opened with perfect timing right after.
And inside this elevator were two people, both individuals that their group not only know but whose feelings ranged from distaste to murderous rage, with one of them in particular being the only person in the circle Charlie herself hated.
"Hmph, looks like we've interrupted the happy reunion." Stolas's wife Stella commented to the woman who stood beside her, looking at the others with an unamused stoic expression.
"Aww, I think you're right, we're sorry." Helsa Von Eldritch "apologized" with a smug smile, "We didn't mean to intrude, we just wanted to have a nice conversation with him." She explained as she pointed at the Slayer.