Coming Home from a Dream

[helluvaboss]

Hell has a habit of sucking in hapless, tortured souls... including those from other worlds, it seems, when helped along by portalling magic concocted by Stolas of the Ars Goetia. Hell, in fact, is very receptive to the devised spell, sucking in those that portal from the land of dreams, songerein.

Residents of hell walking through the portal find themselves startled awake where they were, but newcomers? Their forms become physical, tangible, changing them into the creatures they dream themselves to be - for the best and most certainly for the monstrous. It is Hell, after all.

Welcome home, I.M.P. : D.M.C.!

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[lonelysmiles]

Alastor's smile widened, a sudden surge of relief flooding through him at the easy familiarity.

Blitzo remembered. He had to. No way he could refer to Alastor as "sleepy-head", much less feel brave enough to tease him if he didn't.

"Quite refreshing, really! I take it your nap went well as well?"

[helluvaboss]

"Pretty fuckin good! We even got a few newbies after that little vacation. You won't tell, right?" Blitzø gave Alastor a playful elbowing, before gesturing for him to come in. "I was wondering if you'd come over or if you'd be sick of all the socializing!"

[lonelysmiles]

"Really? That's interesting. Anyone I know?"

Alastor's ears twitched backwards for a moment at the elbowing but he followed Blitzø inside. His eyes darted about, taking in the place as he hummed to himself. A few of the people in other offices with windows leading to the outside ducked for cover.

"Oh, I always enjoy socializing with others! Just not many enjoy socializing with me! Ha ha!"

[helluvaboss]

"You gotta remember Akechi and Denji. The magic gave them a whole new makeover, too, they get to blend in with us hellborn. Lucky, right? Guess who turned into what!" There was at least one hint - Blitzø plucks a feather off of the table as he leads Alastor in.

[lonelysmiles]

"Really now?" Alastor's grin widened as he flicked a finger and wreathed his powers around the feather, deftly plucking it from Blitzø's grasp. He lazily twirled it in the air above his hand. "I'm guessing Dante took on a more birdlike form similar to an Ars Goetia. Akechi...hmmm...not an imp, most likely..."