In order to shape metal it must reach a level of heat that causes it to glow as bright as a lightbulb, and similarly to lightbulb if you were to try and grab it as it burned you'd hurt yourself. Hence why one of the many safety precautions for any work involving this is gloves, thick protective ones that while not allowing you just pluck it from the forge will still keep you from making bacon from your own appendages. This however did not apply to a certain figure who toiled away deep underground in Abaddon's circle, though their ability to handle such scorching hot materials wasn't the most miraculous thing that was happening. For they used neither a full forge or a raging fire to heat the metals they currently handled, instead it was through flames they produced themselves that made it malleable within a matter of seconds.
The hand itself had skin that was the same pigmentation as a human of Caucasian ethnicity, though it possessed a visibly rough texture to it. That wasn't the only notable difference though, for looking to the finger tips they had claws instead of nails, all of which were pitch black like obsidian. To make this scene more bizarre there was the fire cast from its palm, which unlike typical flames were the same shade of black as its nails. Yet stranger still was the effect it had on the space surrounding them, for they did have a normal fire lightly crackling away in a nearby wall, thus explaining the glow that could be seen from the surface.
And it is because of these two flames existing simultaneously that the effect produced by theirs could be seen, for instead of casting light it appeared to be making shadows. The best way to describe how this looked from an outside perspective, is to imagine standing in a dark room then suddenly turning on a flashlight. Only in this case it was opposite, the room when they entered was filled with the glow of the fireplace, but as they started burning metals from their flames came a darkness that threatened to turn the space into a void. But it was never able to reach that point, for every time it grew close to overtaking the other fire it served its purpose, thus causing the figure to send it away allowing light to return.
Acting quickly before the metal had any chance to cool, the figure used their remarkable strength and skill to shape it to exactly what they needed. Once done they then held it tightly between both hands, the remaining heat seeming to be absorbed into their arms thus removing the need for water. All that was left to do now was to add it their project, the very thing they had been scouring the wastelands of this circle for as to find parts and materials. Walking over to the backmost section of the chamber, they carefully put it in its place on a nearly finished suit of armor.
A suit, that just like the symbol on their cloak's back bore a striking resemblance to the Slayer's own.
"Ah, what another WONDERFUL day at the Happy Hotel~" Alastor said cheerfully as he danced around the front desk.
Although by this point he was forgiven for his tomfuckery half a year ago, which was made easier when he voluntarily joined the rehabilitation program, this didn't keep the infamous deer demon from being his usual cheeky self. As for his two close friends and partners in crime, they received no punishment or ill treatment from the others or anyone else, as in all fairness how could anyone so close to him manage to not be a part of his schemes? This in turn meant that both Nifty and Husk kept their jobs at the hotel, with the former being the head of staff making sure the rest of the employees did their jobs, while the latter...got drunk. Yes as sad as it was Husk was still firm on being the most depressed drunk in all of Hell, even in other circles where the punishment for over
indulging alcohol was to be drowned in it, he still managed to beat out those poor bastards.
And if this were old Hell where nobody gave a shit, then maybe he'd be left alone to continuously spiral down into further depression and addiction. But this was not to be much to his displeasure, ever since "The Loss" as it had been dubbed by their tightly woven group everyone was different for the most part, ESPECIALLY Charlie. If she was nice, considerate, and compassionate before that shit got turned up to two hundred after the crying and ice cream eating period ended, and she along with everyone else they knew tried to get him to partake in the rehabilitation. To which surprising no one his response was as swift and blunt as ever, in the form of the driest "Fuck you." ever spoken being repeated over and over again.
Which is exactly why as baffling as it may seem he actually enjoyed Alastor's presence, though he was just as merry as Charlie could be it came without the hugging or potential crying, and that was truly his one saving grace nowadays.
"Why do you have to say that every fucking morning?..." Husk asked though groggily as he was in a dazed state, partly from having just woken up and the other because he was hungover.
"Because every morning it's true!" He exclaimed with a laugh causing the other to groan, "You know Husker, perhaps if you held back a bit on the ol sauce you'd be able to enjoy these mornings as well." He said.
"Oh no don't you fucking join them!" Husk exclaimed quickly snapping to his senses, pointing an accusatory finger at him.
"Now now I'm not saying nor urging you to do such a thing, it was merely a suggestion is all I swear." He assured as he gently pushed the finger down back to the desk, almost as if it were a loaded gun.
"Good, make sure ya fucking don't..." Husk told him returning to his former not all there state.
"On that topic though, you do realize they're not going to give up right?" He asked with a raised brow.
"Well, way I see it is we're dead, so we got the entire afterlife, and with that being the case I feel pretty confident I'll still be drinking in a few centuries and they'll finally shut the Hell up." Husk answered.
"I don't know, when Charlie and Nifty separately get attached to something they become obsessed with it, throw Vaggie in the mix whose passion is more akin to a burning sun, and you've got a triple threat of persistence!" He exclaimed.
"I'll put my money down on my refusal to be sober over their glitter and rainbows any day of the week." Husk replied.
"Well that's good, because here they come now." He said while pointing towards the ground floor hallway.
Upon hearing that Husk immediately ducked down, doing his best to appear absent. But after doing so he heard Alastor begin to laugh, causing him to hesitantly peek over the desk before going into a full rage.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" He shouted at him while grabbing the collar of his jacket and pulling him closer, "You think it's some kind of fucking game toying with me like that asshole?!" He asked.
"Yes, and the fact it keeps working is astounding!" Alastor answered followed by another bout of chortling.
"God, I fucking miss when you fucked with everyone else and left me alone..." He groaned as he let him go.
"Sorry Husker, but part of my personal rehab is to refrain from behind the scenes trickery, though at heart I am nothing more than a playful scamp, so someone has to serve as an outlet for it!" Alastor explained.
"For real, how is that going?" He asked with a surprising amount of sincerity, "No offense but you were like a firm believer this was all bullshit, yet from where I stand you seem to be giving it your all, but I can't tell if that's because you want to change or because you didn't want people being pissed at you, cept for me of course." He said.
"None taken, I am fully aware that my initial perceptions of this whole thing were very dismissive, and while I shall admit that my reason for participating was to get in everyone's good graces again, while also doing my part to help the cause and what not, I've become rather involved now..." Alastor admitted.
"Whoa, seriously?" He asked receiving a nod in response.
"Indeed, now of course part of it may be due to the absence of a certain brutish figure in our lives, but it could also just be that I'm finally willing to accept that I've got some...not so nice qualities to my person, and after everything we all have been through together I feel it is my duty to change that, both as a good friend to all of you and to not dishonor a certain individual's sacrifice." Alastor answered.
"Holy shit..." He muttered in disbelief, never for a second believing he'd see such a side to the radio demon.
Unfortunately for the two men their conversation would be abruptly interrupted, as without warning the feline was tackled to the ground in the blink of an eye.
"HUSK!" Nifty shouted with glee as she hugged him tightly, a big goofy smile on her face. "HOW MANY TIMES DO I GOTTA TELL YOU TO QUIT THIS SHIT?!" He shouted back at
her as he tried to pry himself free, "YOU'RE NOT A MIDGET ANYMORE SO YOU'VE
ACTUALLY GOT FORCE ON YOUR SIDE NOW!" He added.
"And so the day truly begins~" Alastor mused in delight before turning away.
"ALASTOR! YOU FUCKING HELP ME RIGHT NOW GODDAMN IT!" Husk demanded.
"Sorry Husker, I've got to get to my classes on self control regarding my cannibalism, but be sure not to have too much fun without me~" He teased before walking away.
"I'M GONNA KILL YOU YOU SON OF A-" He tried to threaten only to be stopped as the mono eyed woman hugged him tighter.
"I couldn't find you at ALL yesterday! Where were you?" She asked while looking at him with a slightly saddened expression.
"Good." He replied not wanting to answer her, for he FINALLY managed to find a hiding spot none of them knew about.
"Husk!" She whined as he dodged her question.
"No, I ain't telling you shit, now get off me!" He exclaimed as he managed to wiggle his way out.
Quickly getting to his feet he tried to leave the desk, only to be stopped as he saw the other two banes of his existence, emerging from the ground floor hallway.
"Oh Husk!" Charlie called out with a wave before coming over with Vagatha.
"Vega...if you can hear this right now...I've got some words..." He thought while closing his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing as well out of frustration.
"Where were you yesterday? You disappeared after we got done with breakfast." She asked once they reached him.
"That's what I was asking!" Nifty exclaimed as she got up from the floor.
"Consider for a moment...that since you three have been a constant pain in my ass over these last few months...what POSSIBLE reason I would have to tell you jack shit if I've finally figured out a way to ignore you?" He asked.
"Come on Husk don't be like that, we're just trying to help." Vagatha said.
"Help with WHAT?" He questioned while reopening his eyes and putting a hand to his chest, "I do not NEED any of this rehab shit! I am perfectly satisfied with how I deal with MY problems!" He exclaimed.
"By marinating yourself in booze?" She asked.
"Some people cry while watching rom coms, others take out their frustrations by blowing up mailboxes, if I want to suck a bar dry like a leech in a blood bank then I am allowed to do so!" He insisted.
"But Husk that isn't healthy for you! We just want to help you be happy!" Charlie said.
"What like the rest of you? Newsflash girls despite the acts you put up it ain't hard to tell that you like the rest of us aren't still fucking torn up about-" He stopped right at the end, as it just now hit him what he was saying.
Through a combination of his heavy drinking the previous night as well as the frustration this whole interaction was causing him, he let his mouth run a bit too much and he brought up the one thing he knew he shouldn't. But it wasn't just because they all were hurt by it, well in Vagatha's case more so pissed, it was also because even for him that was a shitty thing to throw in their faces.
"...Okay...I fucked up hard there..." He admitted with a sigh, "So ya know what?...Fine...you get ONE DAY..." He told them which near immediately cheered them up.
"REALLY?!" Both Charlie and Nifty asked together, with huge hopeful grins on their faces.
"Yeah yeah, but like I said this is a ONE day thing, but it can't be today, also I will NOT do any of the rehab crap, what this is is you three figuring out how you're gonna convince me to stop drinking so much, if ya can't do that in one day then we drop this shit and never touch it again." He explained.
"It's a deal!" Both women replied again in unison, as they each grabbed one of his hands and began
to shake them.
"Nice save." Vagatha whispered to him with a smile, proud and happy to see him give this a chance.
"Yeah yeah..." He whispered back trying to act like he didn't care, which was betrayed by the small yet brief smile that appeared when she said that to him.
Thankfully karma seemed to reward him for his compassion, as before they could continue with this topic the sound of the front doors opening was heard, followed by a voice they all recognized.
"Sup bitches?" Cherri asked with a smile as she and the others from Slayer Studios walked in.
"Oh there you guys are!" Charlie replied while letting go of Husk's hand, "Was wondering what was taking you so long, usually you come sooner." She said.
"Yeah well we had to clean up breakfast a little shorthanded today, plus some unpleasantness with Stolas's wife came up." Katie explained as they came over.
"What'd she do this time?" Vagatha asked as this wasn't the first incident. "Drove a car through his front gate." She answered.
"WHAT?!" The three woman all shouted in shock.
"Eh, not the worst thing I've heard an ex do." Husk said with a shrug. "Same." Angel Dust replied.
"Was any of his staff hurt?" Charlie asked concernedly.
"No, in fact the head of his security tackled her when she got out of the car and tried to make a run for it, hence why he and Blitzo went over there to deal with it." Millie explained.
"That's a relief." Vagatha replied with a smile.
"Mhm, I honestly feel bad for her, not because of the divorce since from how Stolas and Octavia have made it sound this was a long time coming, but because once they get there she's in for the heckling of her life." Moxxie said.
"Oh yeah, I bet he's really gonna enjoy that." Husk replied as everyone nodded in agreement.
"Well, guess we should get started then huh?" Charlie suggested earning a groan from Katie, "Is something wrong?" She asked.
"Don't mind her, she's just upset she's the dunce of her class." Cherri teased. "...I will actually kill you." Katie warned.
"And you wonder why you're still struggling~" She mused in response.
Letting out a frustrated sigh as Katie just proved her point, they all continued to talk to each other as they headed deeper into the hotel, with Husk staying behind as he did need to man the front desk.
"How do I look?" Blitzo asked his boyfriend while adjusting his tie.
Even with the noble's limousine being their family's main method of transportation, the two demons still had some time to kill before they arrived back at their estate. Speaking on that, even though their relationship and living situation was only six months in, both they and their daughters did feel comfortable enough to say that everything was shared. It was no longer "Stolas's" estate or "Blitzo's" guns, besides feeling like a real family which was a first for both sides they felt like they could enjoy what each other had. Though in regards to the latter, Stolas was quite firm on not letting their girls have free access to the Imp's deadlier possessions, even though both he and Loona had been mercenaries.
Which while at first receiving some pushback from the other as he REALLY didn't want to be without his flintlock, he impressively agreed as this was all about moving forward as a couple/family and to be better people. Of course Stolas knew how unfair it was to deny him and his new Hellhound child some violent release, so they made sure to go to a gun range every so often to let loose and have some fun.
"Handsome as always~" Stolas answered with a smile.
"Yeah I know THAT." He replied before gesturing to his person, "But do I look good enough to be better than her is what I'm asking." He clarified.
"Blitzy, don't tell me you feel nervous about seeing her?" Stolas asked.
"Pfft no, why would I be nervous? I'm the one sleeping with you." He answered, "I just want to make sure that as she's lying face down in the dirt she FEELS like dirt, knowing that some low class two bit killer Imp now has her life and is ABSOLUTELY LOVING IT!" He exclaimed with a grin.
"Ah, well in that case you look perfect." Stolas replied.
With that confirmation both fell silent as they waited to arrive at their destination. Though as they went Blitzo noticed that he seemed upset about something, or at the very least concerned.
"Hey, something wrong?" He asked.
"Hm? Oh, no it's nothing." The noble answered.
"Stolas..." Blitzo said as he leaned in towards his face, "You do know you have the shittiest poker face in Hell right?" He asked.
"...You know me so well Blitzy..." He replied with a sigh while allowing his shoulders to slump.
"That's right, so why don't you cut the bullshit and just tell me what's got you so upset?" Blitzo suggested.
"You'll think I'm being silly though..." He said.
"Stolas, I already know you're a few eggs short of a full nest, part of what makes our sex so interesting." Blitzo replied before nudging him with his elbow, "Now spit it out already, how come you're not just as excited as I am to shit talk your wife?" He asked.
"Well...it isn't that I'm not excited to see see her at what is undoubtedly the most shameful moment of her life...more that I...want us to be seen as a couple..." Stolas answered.
"...Okay, you've lost me." He replied.
"I think the reason why she's so dead set on objecting to this change, apart from losing quite literally everything, is that she still sees what we have as something that is entirely sexual, and not intimate or passionate at all." Stolas explained.
"So...what you want is for us to be a couple...even though we've been living together for the last six months..." He said slowly as he still wasn't sure he understood.
"More so that besides belittling her which I do want to see you do, I'd appreciate it if perhaps you could show her that this is more than just carnal satisfaction, that what you and I have is more than what I ever had with her, it doesn't need to be something grand maybe something like hand holding or a long drawn out kiss, anything along those lines to get it through to her that we are through and it's her fault." Stolas explained further.
Now fully realizing what he was getting at, it was the Imp's turn to be nervous and upset, though not because he was ashamed or disgusted by that idea.
"Stolas, you know I'm still not that comfortable showing us being all...lovey dovey with others around, a kiss or two sure that's one thing, but the whole we're so in love we wear matching clothes and take pictures together thing, I'm just not there yet." Blitzo told him.
"I know that Blitzy, and I'm not trying to force you to act a certain way or say something specific when we see her, I just...you know what? I should've never opened my beak, I've gone and ruined your fun of getting to insult her, I'm sorry." He apologized before looking away.
Feeling his chest tighten as he never liked seeing Stolas in such a mood, Blitzo was about to put his hand on his arm to try and comfort him but unfortunately couldn't, as the limousine finally came to a stop.
"We're here sirs." Their driver told them from the front.
Though neither of them said anything in response or to each other, instead they got out as both decided to just focus on dealing with his soon to be former spouse. However as they closed their doors and looked to the estate, they were shocked to see just how much damage one crazy bitch managed to do with a single car. The two metal gates that led onto the property were mangled beyond repair, the force they were hit with having been enough to send them flying onto the lawn, by a good twenty or so feet even. Then you had the unfortunate state of the lawn which she also managed to impressively ruin, by driving the car all through it doing her best to hit every bit of floral or hedge decoration she could.
Thankfully by that point the car she was using could take no more, the engine rapidly dying thus bringing her rampage to an end. And you know the MOMENT she set foot outside of it she was tackled by five separate guards, with a sixth running up and doing an elbow drop on her just to really rub it in. This is how she was subdued and subsequently tied up by his security, and having taken his advice to heart Charles, who they saw standing next to her, had gone the extra mile by putting a muzzle on her too.
"Oh my fucking god she looks like a fucking rabid dog..." Blitzo barely was able to say as he was already laughing.
"That...is quite amusing..." Stolas just as difficult could barely get out, before both couldn't hold out any longer.
Having to hold their sides as the sight of her bound and muzzled was too much for them, they spent a solid minute just laughing their asses off.
"Hoo boy...okay...we should go over there now..." Blitzo said as he wiped a tear from his eye. "Yes...I agree..." Stolas replied slightly out of breath.
Regaining their composure they walked over to the wreck of an automobile, where his wife was leaning against it with Charles and another guard on both her sides.
"Excellent work Charles." He praised as they reached them.
"Thank you sir, she didn't put up much of fight." The other informed.
"Ah, all bark and no bite huh? Kinda weird seeing as how much of a crazy bitch you are." Blitzo told her.
Actually growling in response to that as it was all she could do, she looked to her husband expectantly as like anyone she wanted the muzzle off. Looking to the guard who stood to her left the noble gave him the okay by nodding, and the second he finished unfastening the harness she went off.
"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!" She screamed at him as the guard took away the muzzle, "It is ONE thing to even look at such a worthless piece of shit like this, it's even WORSE that you shoved your dick in him, but to ACTUALLY claim that you have feelings for him in addition to divorcing me is enough to be a declaration of insanity!" She shouted.
"Funny, last time I checked I wasn't the one who looked like she tried BDSM in a hardware store." Blitzo joked referring to the rope that was wrapped around her.
"It even has the GALL to speak to me!" She exclaimed ignoring him and his attempt to insult her, "Stolas, surely you see how absurd this all is! None of the other nobles will respect you if you even humor this as being real!" She told him.
"So instead of having me you're saying he'd be better of with a screeching banshee who needs to be muzzled as if she's got rabies?" He asked with a smirk.
"Say one more goddamn thing and I wish shove that tongue of yours down your dick." She replied spitefully now finally acknowledging him.
"Too late, my boyfriend already does that." He said while crossing his arms proudly.
"SEE?! THIS IS WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT STOLAS!" She shouted looking back to her husband, "This degenerate worthless piece of Imp shit is going to ruin our standing in society! Do you not care that you will be destroying everything that we-"
"ENOUGH." Stolas interrupted her, his voice loud and commanding.
For the next few seconds everyone was quiet, as none of them expected to ever hear something like that come from him. Even Blitzo looked to him with widened eyes, as he didn't realize just how much this was bothering him.
"Enough...please..." He repeated as he closed his eyes, "Do you even care at all how hard this is for me Stella? Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to be standing here in front of you under such circumstances? I loved you with all my heart ever since I first laid eyes on you, you were the
only one I ever cared for hence why I wanted to marry you and start a family, but no matter what I did or how much time passed nothing ever worked, you didn't show me any affection apart from sleeping in the same bed, you rarely ever spoke to me or your daughter which certainly didn't help keep our family together, I tried for so long to find some way to make things better and for a good long time I thought that it was me who was the issue, that I was smothering you or being too affectionate and thus you needed some space, but like everything else that didn't work and it helped me to realize after all these years that I was in a loveless marriage." He told her as he opened his eyes to look at her again, "But in spite of this I do still care about you Stella, I don't want this to be how we part ways, all I'm asking for is that you realize this is your fault and that you are sorry, and that you accept there's no way to go back." He said.
"...Sorry?...SORRY?..." She repeated before clenching her fists, "What do I have to be sorry for? For putting up with your bullshit? For enduring all of those times you made us have meals together for the sake of being a family? Or should I be sorry that I was stupid enough to be with someone who allows themselves to be touched by an Imp, let alone have sex with one? You are the single most pathetic person I have ever-"
Being interrupted yet again though this time by her own screaming, she fell to the ground writhing in pain as Blitzo had struck her. Though due him being shorter than both of them he couldn't hit her in the face, so he decided to kick with as much force as he could one of her knees. In doing so it broke the joint and caused the connected bones to break through the flesh on its backside, which is why she now laid screaming on the ground. But before she, Stolas, or his guards could do anything he continued his assault, doing so by kicking her in the abdomen over and over again.
Knowing well he wouldn't stop until he was tired or she was dead, Stolas quickly intervened by pulling him away.
"Blitzo stop!" He exclaimed as his wife gasped for air, the blows to her body making it nearly impossible to breathe.
"Why should I Stolas? She thinks she's so high and mighty and yet she's on the ground bleeding like a bitch!" The Imp responded.
"I thought you didn't care what she thought about you?" He questioned.
"I don't! But after all the shit she's done she has no right to call anyone pathetic, especially not you!" Blitzo shouted back.
Upon hearing that both men would freeze in place, though both of their reactions were drastically different from each other. Initially they both shared a shocked expression, but right after Stolas quickly had tears come to his eyes and his mouth began to quiver, while Blitzo's whole face became hot as a bright pink blush washed over it.
"Oh Blitzy!" Stolas exclaimed as he pulled him into a hug, "I knew you cared about me! But to think it was so much that you were willing to defend my honor! You are my beautiful red knight in shining armor!" He praised as he kissed him on the cheek.
"SH-SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Blitzo shouted back at him, "I TAKE IT BACK! I WAS UPSET FOR ME! NO ONE INSULTS IMPS LIKE THAT!" He did his best to lie and sound angry, both of which were hilariously bad attempts.
"Don't deny it you wonderful man you!" Stolas replied as he rubbed their cheeks together, "You love me! You truly do love me!" He exclaimed joyously as more tears began to leak out.
"Excuse me sir, I'm sorry to interrupt." Charles spoke up gaining their attention, "But what should we do with...this?" He asked as he pointed to Stella, who was still gasping and coughing up blood.
"Oh just take her to the Authorities, they'll deal with her and make sure this never happens again." Stolas answered before looking back to Blitzy, "Right now I have to show my wonderful prince charming how grateful I am~" He practically cooed while kissing the Imp's cheek a second time.
"I TOLD YOU I DID IT BECAUSE OF ME!" Blitzo insisted before he was picked up bridal style in the other's arms, "WHAT'RE YOU DOING?!" He questioned.
"I said I was going to reward you Blitzy, but I can't do that out here~" He mused, causing the poor Imp's blush to worsen.
"O-Oh..." Blitzo responded quietly.
Smiling as that had managed to change his attitude they both headed for the manor so he could be "rewarded", while Stella had her muzzle strapped back on before she was then put on her feet and forced to leave.
"Ugh, this is disgusting..." Valentino groaned as he watched yet another horde of Barons be slaughtered, able to do so via some kind of device made by his lackey, "Can't we beef these guys up or something? Maybe slap some blades on their arms or give'em rocket launchers?" He asked.
Amazingly Valentino took the whole Doom being isolated from the rest of creation thing quite well, in fact it didn't seem to even upset him in the slightest. But it wasn't just because even he knew better than to bitch or moan to the Dark One, it was also due to the fact that he pretty much had everything he could want in this place. Sure there were no TV shows, movies, and especially not sex, but he did have all kinds of other luxuries such as getting to watch the demons fight the Slayer. Even so he knew just as the Dark One did that this was a problem that would only get worse with time, hence why they had their science monkey get to work on something that could shift the tide.
What that something was neither he nor the Dark One knew, but they were certain he wouldn't fuck it up because he physically wasn't able to do so. Still he had started working on this new project a fair amount of time ago, so it should be getting close to finished by now.
"PoSSiBLy..." Sir Pentious groaned in response, though he didn't look at him as he was fixated on his work.
"That's good, cause they need an upgrade or something if they're gonna make any actual progress." Valentino said.
"I wiLL gEt tO WoRk oNCe thIs iS cOMPLete..." Sir Pentious promised.
"Yeah about that, when exactly are you going to be done? You still need to get work fixing up the Cyber Demon and our pet." He reminded.
"A fEW SEConDs moRe..." Sir Pentious replied.
"Wait really?" He asked with widened eyes receiving a nod in response, "Well shit why didn't you say so sooner you stupid fuck?!" He questioned.
"SoRRy..." Sir Pentious apologized.
Now filled with excitement at what was about to be revealed, with a few more inputs Sir Pentious's latest creation was ready to be shown. Watching as the center of the floor opened up like the blood vats that surrounded it, from below something rose that even Valentino could have never expected.
"Holy fucking shit..." He muttered as a grin came to his face, "Kudos to you snake boy...this is fucking incredible..." He complimented.
"ThANk YoU..." Sir Pentious replied.
Unable to look away as this new marvel slowly whirred and clicked to life, they both knew when it was fully on as its single optic lit up. When this happened Sir Pentious interacted with the terminal a second time, in doing so he brought up the feed of the still ongoing battle in the marshlands.
"Slayer identified." This new creature spoke in a deep robotic voice, before letting out a violent roar.