Capítulo 4: Mom Said its my turn to where the flesh skin
-Some parts of Pentagon City-
(3rd POV)
*BOOM* In a part of Penragon City, shockwaves rippled through the air.
Buildings trembled as if caught in an earthquake, their foundations tested by the unseen force. Windows rattled, sending cascades of glass shards into the streets below. Demons stumbled and fell, grasping for stability amidst the chaotic vibrations.
Amidst the chaos, residents of that part of Penragon City fled for safety, their panicked cries drowned out by the deafening roar of the shockwaves.
"Round Two, Baby." a figure clad in the shadows said, emanating an unsettling presence. This skeletal being exudes an aura of malevolence that sends chills down the spines of all who encounter it.
Its form is contorted, twisted into a macabre mockery of life. Its eye sockets gleam with an otherworldly glow, casting eerie shadows that seem to writhe and dance in the darkness.
In the dark recesses of this forsaken realm, twisted versions of Gaster Blasters emerge, exuding an aura of malevolence that sends shivers down the spines of any who dare to witness their presence. Their forms are contorted and jagged, they pulse with an ominous glow, casting eerie shadows that dance across the desolate landscape.
In front of them, monstrous Gaster Hands slither forth with sinister intent, their twisted fingers reaching out like tendrils of darkness to ensnare unsuspecting victims. Each touch is a vice-like grip.
In the grasp of the monstrous Gaster Hands stands a figure of some form of power and authority. His stature was imposing, his presence was commanding attention from all who behold him. With crimson skin that seemed to radiate with an inner fire, he used to exude an aura of strength and intimidation.
Angular horns curl menacingly from his forehead, framing a face that exudes confidence and resolve. His eyes, ablaze with now little to no intensity, no longer piercing through the darkness.
Draped in sharp, tailored attire befitting his status, perhaps that of a former overlord, he wears a long, flowing cape that billows behind him like flames in the wind.
A lit cigar held between his clawed fingers serves as a symbol of his former dominance, the smoke swirling around him.
"Heh...You cant kill me you know, We." But he was interrupted by Dandy as he placed his finger in the demon's lips and said, " I know, So Let's make this interesting."
-Bezel's.Bar.Clockwork-
(3rd POV)
As the Bezel Bar stands closed for the night, its exterior seems almost stoic in the dim glow of the streetlights. Yet, if one were to peer through the windows, they'd catch a curious sight within. Dandy, the resident dapper gentleman, lies fast asleep on the counter of the bar, In his hand, instead of a cocktail glass or a cane, rests a half-empty bottle of ketchup.
The neon sign above flickers intermittently, casting a soft, ethereal glow upon the scene. The vibrant colors of the sign contrast with the quietness of the street outside, creating an almost surreal atmosphere. Inside, the bar itself appears frozen in time, the chairs neatly arranged and the counters gleaming under the gentle illumination.
The aroma of ketchup hangs faintly in the air, mixing with the scent of aged wood and ni blood. It is as if the Bezel Bar has decided to take a nap alongside its patron, but is stopped as Gillish shouts to wake up Dandy sleeping in the bar with ketchup in his hand, " Oh hey G-Bezel." Dandy said, "You're lucky that I hired people that never get tired of working here and some imps." Gillish said as we could see clocks moving and cleaning the bar.
"What do you want from me bezel?" Dandy asked as he used his power to grab a bottle of ketchup from the counter, " I want your construction crew to help me fix the water problem in our buildings." Gillish said sitting next to Dandy.
"Like I sometimes say gillgirlisht it be..."Dandy said grinning at his joke and quickly summoned a paper, " Give this to a demon, sinner, or one born here working for me." He said handing the piece of paper to Bezel.
-V Tower-
Vox's typically graceful stride is replaced by an agitated *squeak* walk as he storms through the V Tower's corridors. His fiery eyes narrow with frustration, his crimson form practically crackling with pent-up energy. With each hurried step, the sound of his sqeaking step alerted the sinners who heard it.
As Vox rushes towards Valentino's room, the air around him seems to hum with intensity, as if even the very walls of the tower can sense his anger. His normally composed demeanor is replaced by a palpable sense of urgency, driven by whatever has provoked his ire.
*squeak*, Vox reaches Valentino's door and slams it open, his form practically crackling with pent-up energy. "FUCKING BITCH, WHOEVER DID THIS SHOULD BE READY TO FACE THE WRATH OF A FUCKING OVERLORD!" Vox's voice booms with indignation, his fury echoing through the corridors of the room like thunder.
Valentino, unfazed by Vox's outburst, saunters out of his room with a sly grin. "Voxie dear, I heard you swearing. So who's the fucking bitch that made your steps so squeaky?" he teases, taking in Vox's agitated state with amusement dancing in his eyes.
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