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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[strawberryredgrave]

(Somehow, it happened. With enough study into the field, Stolas got the spell going and brought everyone along to their version of Hell. How many has Dante seen by now? Enough that he needs to slow down and think about it. The Conception and the drama with Lucifer, the one held back singlehandedly by the absolute chad, sir Arthur, Earth 616...

Can't say any of them directly impacted Dante as much as this one has. Sporting a notably different appearance from before, between red scales, wings and a tail, his human features were traded out. Probably to help him blend in; sinners were similarly transformed when entering Hell, as he learned from Angel and Alastor. He could work with this. And just in case anyone here has any grudges against Sparda, it might be slightly more difficulty to identify Dante. Slightly.

But these are a lot of thoughts to process after literally crashing through a window. Or a fish tank. Maybe both? He is picking himself up from a puddle of water that may or may not have been there before his arrival. At least he's resilient enough to walk it off without issue. The sight does give him pause as he looks around.)

...Huh. First time I'm the one crashing into an office.

[herewardbound]

Something about stepping into another world caused changes, apparently. Something in the air that made the human form twist in a way to make it fit the environs. Maybe this was why Goro Akechi had taken one step over the threshold- and immediately tripped over his own legs and wound up about seven feet of indignantly-squawking tangle on the floor.

"Ow."

[guns_and_swords]

What in the hell is going on here?!

[There is another red coated idiot waltzing through the doors of the office, swords on her back.

She appeared younger than the actual Dante, cockier as well, but there is still some sadness there.]

I just fixed my office and this isn't it.

[mansbestend]

Hadn't been the first time he casually stepped into Hell. At least, it was casual rather than being shunted in by some devil bullshit.

But this was the first time he'd felt... itchy... coming through a portal and reached up to scratch his head.

And his ears. And his face. And his snout. "Wha-!?"

He peeked into a nearby window. Faintly, there was a very canine face looking back. Denji reached up with not very human hands and ran them up his upright ears. After another thought and a mild panic, he reached down to his own chest fluff and pulled it aside. Okay. Pull cord was still there.

Pochita was okay.

"...Alright, real funny- is this 'cause I asked Via out that one time? Joke's on you, 'cause I'm a fuckin' dog person! ...And a dogperson, I guess...!"

[notladyluck]

[Here's a rare thing, someone actually using the office door for once. Another Imp walks in. Dark hair is cut into a short bob with curled ram-like horns on her head.

She's also carrying a rocket launcher and has dual colored eyes, red and green.

She looked around, clearly a bit surprised but I glad that she actually made it. Waking back up to Dante's empty office back home sucked.

She looked down at her new appearance and gave a low whistle.]

[lonelysmiles]

Coming back to Hell had not been something he'd particularly wanted to do, but it was a necessary evil. It felt good to have his full set of powers back, and he'd had a lovely snack on someone who'd decided to attempt to get more than what she paid for from her prostitute. He was buzzing with power, demons fled from him the moment they heard him coming...

Home sweet home.

Then he heard that jingle. He turned his head to look at the TVs in the window. The Immediate Murder Professionals. Did they remember Reverein, too? (Was Yoshiya's inability to remember when he'd returned home just a fluke or was Alastor the fluke?)

Regardless, his grin widened as he teleported over to Imp City, scaring the living daylights out of several imps as he appeared in front of the address. He straightened his bowtie and strolled inside.

Helluva Hangover...

[666_hellhound_aesthetic]

Sometimes Loona was her own worst enemy.

4:27 wasn't the latest Loona ever arrived to the office, but if she cared about it she didn't show it. The door to the office burst open with her foot still raised from the kick she'd used to open it, before the hellhound would slump like a puppet dragged along the floor. Loona didn't even dare look up to see what level of batshittery Blitzø and the rest of the three-ring-circus had in store for her today.

No, Loona just kept her head down and kept walking, counting on sheer luck or happenstance to ensure she didn't get hit by Mox with a crossbow or crushed by a client and their overenthusiastic entrance.

As she slid into her seat, tail dragging along behind her, the hellhound slumped and thanked whatever small mercy Satan was dangling today that she made it just this far. "Fuck me..."

Although, maybe that was part of the problem, the hellhound donning shades and rubbing her temples. Last night had been a full on rager, but the party was nothing compared to everything afterward.

"No idea what the fuck some dickshit tried to spike the drinks with..." she mumbled, blindly groping behind her desk drawers, rattling empty bottles with each one until she finally grabbed a bottle of vodka that wasn't empty, downing it with a gusto before letting out a greatful belch, "...but dogdamn I need to get some more of that shit..."

It still felt fuzzy, but there was definite traces there in her head of everything she had been through... all the strange twee coziness, all the villagers she'd pissed off and aggravated, all those faces... but it wasn't like a normal dream, where you forgot details as you went. No, she actually was remembering more of it as she thought...

Although maybe that could wait for later, as she kicked the table, causing the little triangular sign-thing-plate on the desk to bounce and clatter back to the counter to display 'OPEN'.

Welp, whatever today had for her, it would have to do a lot to top the last night anyhow.