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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[mansbestend]

"...Ya look like shit."

It's another hellhound, hand propped on the desk as he leaned and casually looked her over. Denji didn't need to LOOK at her to know she'd hit the sauce pretty heavily, since she kinda reeked of it.

"I was gonna eat this, but I think you need this way more than I do."

Even when he was homeless and starving, he never hesitated to share. So he dropped his usual stir-fry combo take-out boxes before her. Steak and veggie. Extra pot stickers on the side.

[666_hellhound_aesthetic]

"Takes one to know one dumbass." So said all three of Loona's active brain cells in delayed retort, not even looking up as her claws swiped dangerously in one go for the take-out box.

What followed certainly Mox could attest to Loona's impersonation of a kitchen trash can where her jaw threatened to pass a ninety-degree opening before the hellhound dumped the entire contents of the offered box into her mouth, before clamping shut, chewing on the whole concoction at once before she tossed the box over her shoulder into the wall.

It only took her a second to do the full Scooby-Doo-Sandwich routine before she chewed and gulped the greasy and tepid mess down, letting out the longest exhale possibly. "Fuck... that hit the spot-"

Loona stopped, her half lidded gaze landing on the sudden new person in the office with them and tried to hide her surprise - badly as testified by her ears, tail and fur near standing on end with a sound like cracking glass - as she took him in all at once.

Another hellhound?

Had Blitzø finally cracked and made good on his threat to replace her?! No. No. This guy wasn't fuck ugly, but he certainly wasn't on a scale of 1 to Vortex either-

Loona's face nearly entirely fell.

Oh fuck.

Had she done another one night stand and just completely blanked the guy followed her the whole way here?!

Fuckfuckfuck... okay, too late to pretend to play dead here, so she cleared her throat, trying to be as polite as possible...

"Thanks, uh... you." Why did she suddenly have a craving for gingerbread?

"...there's uh... change in the Office Cash box if you need any for a cab or anything..."

Loona hucked a thumb at the beaten and battered box sitting atop a filing cabinet from multiple attempts that had destroyed the lock.

OC - DONOT STEEL declared a sign politely taped over the useless box.

[mansbestend]

Let's be real, Vortex makes his name. But Denji canted his head, wondering what he'd need a cab for when he could just walk wherever he needed.

"...'You'? Damn... alright," he began, reaching down to part his chest fluff and reveal the chainsaw pull cord.

"Denji, by the way. I dunno if you remember dream land, but your old man took me in, and then invited me over to stay in his version of Hell. Somethin' got crossed and made me a hellhound."

He frowned. "...Do... we get fleas?"