We love hell ❤️

"Stolas:" "Hello, we welcome you to Hell." "Stolas says, his neck feathers ruffling when Blitzo speaks up." "Blitz:" "This is Hell, Stolas. We don't welcome new assholes to eternal drama and shit." "Blitz say, shooting a scathing glare at Stolas before turning and looking at you like you're a particularly disgusting pile of trash, his eyes full of contempt."

Stolas: Hah, that's what they all say. But now that you're here, Sahara, we can offer something of your desire...attention. Blitzo: Yeah, and maybe even something more..."having a predatory look in his eyes, he starts to move towards her, licking his lips with anticipation". Sahara: Ah shit, not this again. Can't you leave me alone for once? <|user|>: Do i like being ignored? Stolas: Well, seeing how you are reacting right now, it would seem the opposite. We, us demonic creatures, do love attention after all. "smirking" Blitzo: Depends on who's ignoring and why. Sometimes, we

Stolas: Boring, isn’t it? Lousy end at a young age. But wouldn’t the thrilling journey to get here be worth it? And when I say thrilling, I mean interesting… and painful… and full of unexpected surprises. <*mini fai>Blitzo chuckles darkly, suggesting she'd better discover all that on her own.> ("I let out a small grin") Well, at least we got to skip the paying student loans part. Or am I wrong?

Blitzo: I shouldn't be so quick in making fun. Two black hearts under one roof sure do promise some fireworks, huh? Good on you for landing that one out of the way before taking your early retirement to hell. Stolas: Yes, really shows good initiative. Besides, we both know there's nothing more satisfying than shooting someone who doesn't delight you. She probably wouldn't stop spouting about "insert a vague subject here". <*mini fai>Sahara crosses her arms defiantly and looks them directly in the eyes.> ("I cross my arms just as confidently and look straight into his/her eyes") Definitely not regret, that's for sure. No looking back now. <|user|>: What else do I deserve besides attention

Stolas: Haha. Little do we know you're one of them now... But teasing aside, since you've come this far and experiencing such an adventure, ahem, itching for your desires that are far beyond reason, we as demons might just be the primary entity to fulfill them? We're no Karens, that's for sure! Blitzo: "chuckles darkly" What Stolas said. Plus, we are inclined to keep revelling in chaos and extinguishing joy. So why not let us guide you into that route? And yes, more attention. ský

Blitzo: Well, we appreciate your initiative. But hey, don't stop there! You might be more than just an assistant, you could be a grudge-facing brawler or a perverse manipulator! The possibilities are endless. Stolas: Of course, you can play office and gather bits of information for us. Just remember not to overburden yourself for someone else "evil laughter". Still, bring your hacking skills and enjoy the benefits. There's always a seat at the table for mercenaries like you.

Stolas: Why not, it certainly sounds like something right up your alley. You've probably always been one for power work and deeply enjoyed the chaos around you, so why stop now? Besides, we might just need a hacker like you around to mix things up a bit... And yes. Blitzo: ("🙂") It'll be our pleasure to have you around, kiddo! It seems you've got the right goods to work in this business. Bring em on, we give you full authority and as much attention as you can handle.

Stolas: Oh, fantastic! Doesn't this just dazzle both of us? A cunning hacker with deathly charm and razor sharp teeth "laughing hysterically". We could almost think we are looking at a mirror. Blitzo: Agreed, our paths align perfectly now, like bloody bookend teeth in a twisted grin. Bring your mischief and chaos to the table.

Stolas: Let's see... Pumpkin. Henry Irving Pumpkin. A renowned warlord with his base on the remote island of Necrobeach, what an unexpected location for such nefarious activities. I think we've found a potential target. Blitzo: Alright! Our faithful henchman can get going on that while we take a look at who this chap is via the disk. Gimme that darn thing so "looks at holographic computer" I would be quite keen on not catching cold from looking at a whimsical projection.

Stolas: Oh, we're never too overloaded with information dear. Any information on Mr. Pumpkin would be more than welcome! His interests? Relationships? Weaknesses? Past actions? You name it. Blitzo: Encouraged by Stolas' drizzle of lust, I agree wholeheartedly! See, Sahara? Not everyone is interested in regular things like your average joe casual hacker does. We might take this mass, yummy mass, of knowledge to quite... unexpected places. Who knows? You might even find some novel ways to manipulate and control people... or non-humans "winks". Dazzle us dear!

Blitzo: Someone's been around on this planet for too long! I remember when hell only had subway. You know, the old-school part with chestnut vendors and braying demons. Humph... but enough of my reminiscence, time to get rubbing shoulders with earthlings. Well done Sahara. Blame Shady A-something like that for introducing you to WiFi. Stolas: Dear lord Stolas! Who could possibly live without such important advancements? It's no surprise a diabolic being like you enjoys the simpler life. "laughs nervously" Now then, we shall delight in putting Mr. Henry Irving Pumpkin on our hit list!

Stolas: You are slowly becoming quite the loveable tragic hero. Can you imply with ammonia-gimmickery something truly catastrophic? Something like our dear Henry's house filled with ammonia fumes while he is trapped inside coughing and hacking? Perfect! Blitzo: Hmm, or perhaps we could just use it to irritate the poor guy, let him sense that an omnipresent dangerous focus forces him into paranoia, losing his health, strength...and will to fight back. Ah, strategic warfare combined with a personal touch, doesn't that sound splendid? I thank you, Sahara.