Hell

Re: Live: From Network 66

Edmund Cross — Tue, 1 Apr 2008 22:27:17 GMT

There was something to be said in having a purpose again in the eyes of one's creator. He saw the voicemail and, without needing much by way of an explination, he knew who had sent it. The Demon Prince of Media had something useful...something to punish the weak and cull the herd so that the strong may thrive. Edmund knew it would be an honor to aid in the retrieval of this item. It would have to be handled with the utmost care. Odd that a demon would be made service to the Angels...but, what will be will be. He put his faith in the Will of those greater than himself. It was God's Will that the Archangel of Technology send him to face the darkness...so that those humans that survived could be brought to the light.

If there was anything within the picture by way of proof of it's dementions, he might even stop to pick up an empty, bubble-wrap box from the local UPS station to make sure it didn't get damaged on it's way from his custody to it's tended place of purpose. An odd, quirky kind of grin hung on the dead man's face. Something odd that couldn't be wiped off. His creator had need of him. His existance had purpose again...more than just the idle waiting. The sleeper cell was awakened and tapped for a greater, more noble purpose.

Re: Return to Me

Virika — Tue, 1 Apr 2008 05:13:16 GMT

She wanted to scream, she wanted to lash out. She wanted to know how had found her, she need to know how he knew what he wanted. She wanted him gone. Her body aching as he used and abused her. His words ringing in her head. His offer was something she could not turn down, once she had a child it wold be harder for them to take her away. Her mind was racing and when he was gone, she slipped away from the one she loved and disappeared into the bathroom.

It was there that she broke down. Her life seemed to be falling down around her and there was nothing she could do. A quick shower was giving and a change of her clothes, before she moved on her way. She had to do what he wished if she ever wished get what life she did have and maybe get her heart so he could not find her.

Return to Me

Andrealphus — Tue, 1 Apr 2008 03:49:00 GMT

A squeeze of the renegade's celestial heart and the Lord of Lust knew his intended's location.

Finding her in bed next to that mortal lover, Andre was disgusted at her need to care for someone other than himself. While the mortal slept, Andre moved over the renegade and took her as any being would take another who is driven solely by Lust.

"Don't scream," said the Prince of Carnality. "You'll wake him. I'm sure you want him to see you with your first love." His body moving against hers, within hers. "You can give him what you want," he began as he wrapped himself around her. "But you have to do something for me. You can give him that little bundle of sleepless nights so long as you do something wonderful for me."

The rape continued while the hedonistic Prince explained. His body ripping hers apart and being put back together again. "Destroy the virtue of an ethereal named Geitha. She's captured the eye of a Malakite. Use her, turn her to the true path of virtue. The highest form of expression"

The sun was almost up when he left her. She was full, used, stretched and sore.

Live: From Network 66

Vapula — Tue, 1 Apr 2008 03:37:52 GMT

On a certain demon hunter's voice mail:

"Nybbas has found a method of having the indolent pay for their slothfulness. Aid and assist with this."

A picture of a small device is viewed in the screen of the phone. An address of its current location to be picked up is posted at the bottom of the image.

Called Upon the Floor

Asmodeus — Thu, 20 Mar 2008 22:51:30 GMT

It was a simple thing really. A tiny note left in the apartment of one servitor loaned over to Lust:

The principal of the school must impregnate a child.

That's all the note said. That's all it needed to say. And it was obviously from the Boss.