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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[herewardbound]

"Actually..." He cupped his chin, expression thoughtful. "I was hoping to come to you and Moxie with questions about this place. Not that I don't trust Blitz and Stolas- I do. But their perspectives on Hell, I feel, may be skewed- Stolas by his noble status, and Blitz by his... you know him, he's a goddamn goblin. People are people wherever you go, so I'm not expecting much, but how..." He fumbled for the words, failed to find them, and sighed.

"Millie, how do I not fuck this up?"

[ninefunerals]

Akechi had a point. Stolas had his status and Blitz- as much as she liked him- was kind of a huge tangled up ball of emotional yarn and had a lot of shit to work through.

"Huh... I guess... take it a day at a time, fight like Hell for what you really want, and don't always think you've gotta take on everything alone. Blitz is Blitz, but... he's on the right track when it comes to lookin' out for family."

[herewardbound]

"One day at a time... Alright. And yes. He's... a mess. But his heart's in the right place, somehow."