Whose at the Door? – Hell’s Kitchen : SS.

With the Dark One giving our Doctor a hard time in reminding him of his deal, there are new customers at the door.  One in particular is one of the Seven Princes of Hell.  Drama is coming and you have to wonder, will a new deal be struck?

Scene Setting :  Hell’s Kitchen – Seven Sins Series.

Co-written with Frid, Zetta,  & Artie

Frid;  

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While the powerful trickster reveled in the despair of and old genius a loud knock echoed throughout the house. It seemed the Dark one wasn’t the only one who wanted to have a chat with the good Doctor. With no immediate response subsequent knocks would soon follow, each growing louder and more aggressive. It wasn’t long before the knocks turned into what sounded like someone trying to beat down the damn door! Then with one final brutish slam to the large front door it came free from it’s old rusty hinges and flew across the lab. It flew threw the air for a few moments before making contact with the cold concrete floor. From there it would slide along the floor till finally it hit the wall and came to an abrupt halt. “Shit! The Doc is gonna have a cow when he sees this. I bet the old man will have me replace the damn thing too………. This is gonna be one of those days isn’t it?” said the annoyed stranger as he stepped past the threshold and into the Doctor’s home/laboratory. As per usual it seemed Delsin had forgotten his sense of strength and broken something…. again. Without a second thought the rather tall man simply strolled into the lab uninvited. A few steps later he came to a halt beside the large door. He then tilted his head to the side and stared at it for a moment. “Its a wonder why the doc hasn’t bothered to install some sort of security system in here. God forbid some lunatic with a fascination for rotting corpses were to come by and steal the good Doctor’s entire inventory of dismembered body parts.” With a sarcastic smirk Delsin chucked lightly to himself at his own sarcastic joke.

Razorbackwriter:  

Hell’s Kitchen – The laboratory.

Loc’s loud snores were growing even louder, but it was the fact he kept drawing in Igor’s night cap tassle that was going to cause a problem. One…two..three times the fuzzy ball went into the creation’s mouth, till suddenly ~SNAP!~ the pom pom flew into Loc’s throat, only to get caught in his air passage.

~GASP..CHOKE..WHEEZ…GAHHHHH!~

The creation sat bolt upright in bed, clutching at his throat while being visibly stricken. The veins on the skin of his neck stood out and his eyeballs looked set to pop out of their sockets. The noise was enough to wake Igor, whose hat dangle dangle was causing the grief.

“What what..what?” He cried, rubbing his eyes as he turned to see the distressed creation who was turning a funny shade of blue.

“BALL….STUCK!…CAN’T…. BREATHE!” Loc was gasping and shrieking in a distressed manner, flailing and causing the bed they were on to creak and groan loudly. Igor sprung up like a shot and then, without thinking shoved his arm down Loc’s throat, rummaging around for the lost night cap toggle. “Hold still, ya lump!” The hunchback cried as he fished about up to his shoulder, trying to clear Loc’s airway. It was a good old struggle, but Loc was clearly getting more and more upset. Till finally…“I GOT IT!” Igor ripped it out of Loc’s mouth and then recognized it for what it was. “Hey…that’s off my hat.”

Being so angry by the fact that it was the hunchback’s hat that caused him to practically choke, made Loc reach over and grab the hunchback around the neck. He gave him a good hard throttle, causing Igor’s eyes to roll back and forth.

“ARRRRRRGH!” he screamed till suddenly they both heard a noise coming from the door down at the entrance to the lab.

~BANG BANG BANG!~

“Loc stop!”

~BANG BANG BANG….CRASH THUD~

“Doesn’t anyone know how to ring a bloody bell anymore?” Loc shrugged at Igor’s words, and promptly let go of the smaller man. “He used..knockers?” Loc sat scratching the top of his head, as Igor jumped down off the bed and started for the door. By the sounds of things the door had been busted open. Did no one have manners anymore?

“Come on….the Doctor must be in the lab, we better go see who is at the door.” Opening the door to the Doctor’s bedroom, Igor took off down the passage, and then slid around the stairs banisters till flying off to do a tumble landing at the foyer floor.

“Hold ya horses….I’m coming…I’m coming.” Igor sung out, limping towards the entrance. Only there he was confronted by a man that he had not seen before. Tall…dark, nice suit. But seeing as the door had been broken on his entry, it was obvious that this guy was not here by appointment.

“You break it, we charge you for it.” The plucky Hunchback growled as he wiggled a small finger at the man before him. Course, he meant the door.

The thundering sound of heavy plodding footsteps coming meant that Loc was bringing up the rear. Neither had seen the Doctor or his other guest of yet, but it seemed they wanted to make sure that whoever created the disturbance was greeted by the welcome wagon. The dark imposing shadow of Loc could be seen crossing the diminutive hunchback assistant to the Doctor.

“So…you have an appointment?” Igor looked the man up and down with a look of contempt. There was something not quite right about this.

Loc simply thundered back and went to try and fix the door. Which was kind of awkward since it had been busted off it’s hinges. The odd sounds of scraping and thumping, met with the odd groan and swear word from Loc. They were going to need a carpenter, no doubt – to fix it properly.

~RB~

 

Frid:  Delsin just sat in the entryway patiently waiting with his hands tucked into his jacket pockets. Before long he began to hear footsteps coming from upstairs. Expecting to see a furious Doctor ready to tear out the mans beating heart Delsin prepared for the worst. Much to his surprise however he was instead greeted by a much smaller man with wild hair and a rather large hump on one side of his back. As expected Delsin was expected to pay for repairs on the door as well as watch the small man wag a finger at him. “Yeah…… I’m sorry about the door. I swear I’ll pay for a carpenter to come fix it.” Delsin would then reach his right hand to scratch the back of his head lightly. “Though to be honest this kind of thing wouldn’t happen if you guys had better door hinges in the first place, but I digress.” he said with a slight smirk.

Just then the room filled with the sound of thundering footsteps heading in their direction. By the sound of the immensely heavy steps this visitor was far larger than the man from before. Right on cue a lumbering Loc hurried past them both the retrieve the discarded front door. With a raised brow Delsin began observing the creature as struggled to fix the broken door. Without missing a beat the dark haired man responded immediately. “Uhh no….. However I’m told the good Doctor is the one to come too if you’ve got a few corpses you’d like to get rid of. By the way what exactly is that………. what’s the word I’m looking for here?” He asked not wanting the offend the creature across the room in some way. Last thing he needed was get into a fight and destroy the entire lab.

 

Zetta:  Heavy thuds from one nearly 500 pounds approached the other side of the door, accompanied by at least four pairs of feet, with the heaviest of course standing out the most. The Prince of Gluttony turned to Victoria, the woman should have been leading all this time, but even when she would pause at the outside of the large building the prince would continue on until they were side-by-side. He was still high, but the effects had begun to ware off from their walking, unfortunately he did not have his assistant as a ride this time. However he preferred to walk on his own two feet when he was making personal appointments. He did not make one here, but was setting one for himself. Certainly, the Doctor would not turn away a customer. The man himself rarely came here, and whenever he did he took to sampling the body of at least one being unlucky enough to end up here. One of the corpses mostly.. In his turning to the blonde assassin he placed a hand in his pockets. “We’re here to find a replacement for the hand I lost..” His mind was slightly boggled then, a sudden loss of his thought process had him at a loss for words. Only temporary though. “In the war.. Is there anything you can tell me about this place?” He asked her, she was probably almost as worldly as Najetta herself.

Right then he lifted up his remaining hand, a fly whizzing it’s way from the air to his finger. “These little guys are my pets.. If they see anything happen to me, or maybe you” He emphasized, obviously predicting that she may have thought of escaping his threats. “Then one of them will make it to my men.. You already know what happens then, right?” Insinuating that actual reconnaissance was not even necessary, she could imagine herself that bugs could be anywhere at anytime without one’s knowledge of it. “You’d be surprised at how even a little insect can accomplish so much..” His finger twitched, releasing the thing from his explanation, as a show of communication. He telepathically ordered it to fly into the door. “Kill yourself..” He said verbally, upon the end of his sentence it flew straight to the entrance. Coincidentally just as the door itself would fall back, though this appeared to be only because of the broken hinges. Still, his eyebrow rose in surprise. “Seems like someone else is already here..” He said, uncaring as he stepped onto the door, now only a board to be walked over. Knowing of those few behind him, he continued moving forward, immediately catching the two individuals who were talking to each other. He ignored the other nearby man and tilted his head up, where if any looked his way, would catch his chin pointing at the two. “Hello Igor.” Beel greeting the one who had many failed attempts of stopping the prince from feasting on corpses.
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For now, the demigod followed after the demon prince. Along with him, Eren, and ahead of them, the woman Victoria. She was apparently following Beelzebub unwillingly, that was comical, since the two friends were opposite. Blitz had wondered what they were doing here until the glutton prince explained, continuing onto have his own personal thing with Victoria. His mind allowed a distraction, dating itself back to Astarte, they were flying together and then she.. He recalled her speaking of Anarchy Division, a desire to slow down their pace of fighting. There they differed, he had no interest in purposefully slowing down, his original goal being to find the strongest being here, and defeating them. Her decision was fine, so long as they never fought on opposite sides, or then he would be forced to become a traitor… Even so, at the moment he no idea where she was, he could not even sense her power anymore. It was impossible to follow for some reason, for now he would just continue onward. Recalling the time in the mansion when she had sauntered off on her own, finding her then was impossible too. Instead he turned to Eren, now that the prince had taken his first step into the building’s entrance. “I haven’t been to this place yet.. You?” He asked, every where he went in Hell was different, various experiences he’d already had..

Blitz followed in after Victoria, unless she hadn’t went in after Beelzebub, to which he would’ve been the second to continue onward. Once inside he instantly caught whiff dead bodies, the scent was despicable. The worst part about this plane was the disgusting features of various demons, and their tastes, and the casual approach towards even the most heinous scenes. All the likes of which he had never before seen in his own dimension.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Hell’s Kitchen – The Laboratory

~Who really is the Monster?~

On the second floor of the laboratory, the Doctor was still having it out with the Dark One. He had heard some sounds that were coming from below and knew that Igor and Loc would be attending to it. Though normally the Doctor was much more punctual and attended to his guests and customers straight away, these words with the Dark one had to be said. The gleam in Shamus’s eye was unmistakable, as he let the Doctor grip his jacket lapels – as though wishing for the Doctor to reveal the hidden dark side of his personality. A virtual Jekyll and Hyde. What all had seen of the Doctor, was what he wanted to see, not the pained and murderous creature that lurked just below the surface. For while he was this genius, this creator, he was also deeply deeply troubled and it was this that the Dark One wanted so badly to bring out. The wicked grin grew, showing off stained yellow teeth with that foul breath as Shamus chuckled darkly.

“You never were good at reading the fine print, Wilhelm.” A mistake for sure, when he signed the deal thinking he would get his love back to him. It was all a rouse. A test to see if the Doctor could really pull it off. It is amazing just how far one would go for love. “That contract was binding and NOTHING is ever going to break it.” There was a growl in the Dark One’s voice as the Doctor pushed him back, releasing him as he released an anguished cry. His head bowing, shoulders sagging. How much he hated this creature for what he had done.

Stumbling back, the Dark one was quick to regain his composure, even pulling on his jacket and straightening it. He then cocked his head and placed a curved hand to his ear.

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“Ah…you have some very important guests. Ehehehehe. No doubt they are in need of your special talents.” Shamus flicked his hands like some bizarre game show host. “What are you waiting for, dearie? Time is money…tick tock, run along.”

The Doctor hated leaving the Dark one in the corridor like this, but the rising sounds of voices was now growing, and knowing that it was just Loc and Igor down there, he knew that he would need to make his presence known. But before he went, the Doctor pointed at Narcissa’s door. “Stay out of her room.” The Doctor then spun on his heel, grabbing a coat off the nearest hook and headed down the passage towards the stairs, leaving the Dark one to his devices. The Dark One wobbled his head and brought up his hand like a sock puppet. Stay out of her room….Ehehehe…Like hell.” With a spin, he vanished from the spot….but he had not left the laboratory…Oh no, he wasn’t finished with his visit.

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Down in the foyer, Loc was shuffling around with the large entrance door, whilst Igor was doing the meet and greet with the first of the guests, well the one that broke the door in.

“Yeah…… I’m sorry about the door. I swear I’ll pay for a carpenter to come fix it.”

“Hmmph, that’s what they all say. Igor replied with a roll of the eyes, course the next thing that Delsin said had the igor practically choke on his own spit. “Though to be honest this kind of thing wouldn’t happen if you guys had better door hinges in the first place, but I digress.” Igor really thought this guy was a wise ass. Practically smirking as he spoke. The hunchback face palmed and heard Loc struggling with the door, when there was the sound of great footfalls coming towards the entrance. And not just one person, but a small group. Loc was dithering on whether to put the door on the hinges, or…just stand and hold it. Igor excused himself from Delsin and marched over to the towering creation. “Just lean it against the wall for now. Pfft.”

Delsin was inquiring also as to what Loc was. The hunchback motioned with his hand for the creation to come back to the foyer, which Loc did after finding a place to lean the heavy door.

“Loc…is his name. The latest from the factory floor. Fresh off the field of Wrath. A real keeper.” Igor was singing Loc’s praises, even though he didn’t really explain what he truly was.

“I made him.”

 

It was the Doctor. He had just came down the stairs, and was tugging on his jacket sleeves before noticing the door had been knocked clean off its hinges. “We have a bell, you know.” The Doctor added, before extending his hand towards Delsin. “Doctor Schwartz, at your service.” The Doctor had managed to calm himself down before making it to the bottom of the stairs. There was no visible sign of distress, like he showed upstairs with the Dark One, who was still lurking about within the building.

Loc made a low growling sound as dark shadows were now entering the doorway and then the foyer. It made for all present to look up from where they were presently, and Igor heard the greeting first.

“Hello Igor.”

“My Lord Beelzebub..” Igor bowed low as he knew that he was in the presence of one of the Princes of Hell. The Hunchback got up quickly and tugged upon the Doctor’s sleeve. “Master…The Prince of Gluttony is here.”

When the Doctor had finished shaking Delsin’s hand he turned to see the Prince and his entourage for himself. Ever the Gentleman, the Doctor approached the Prince and his guests both of which were unfamiliar to him but welcome.

“Ah….Welcome, My Lord. It is indeed an honor to have you within our establishment once again.” The Doctor snapped his heels together sharply, and bowed in respect. “After a few corpses, My Lord?” It was the obvious question, before the Doctor happened to notice that the Prince of Gluttony was missing an arm. “Recent amputation? If you need my assistance, I am of course at your service.”

The Doctor was well known for the amazing talents he had with genetics, body reconstruction, and the greatest of all, bringing back the dead.

“Shall we all go into the main office, gentlemen?”

~RB~

 

Artie:  Victoria walked with stiff and curt movements, frustration and anger boiling underneath her surface. She held a feeling of disgust, however. Not for him, but for herself, in disgust with how easily she’d been backed into a corner by the great buffoon that she walked ahead of.. Said animal.. or demon, man, whatever in god’s name one might wish to call it.. suddenly turned to her. It spoke in a voice that was clearly lingering and slow – was this his normal intelligence level? Victoria was willing to bet it.. Yet, he’d outsmarted her. The sign of her fury was the slight lock of her jaw, but otherwise she would keep an impassive and cold exterior.. Her aura rolled off in waves of distaste, making those around her feel the need to shrink back if they were not as tough as she. “Expurimants here. Corpses altured (altered). B-oh-dee (body) parts and chameestry (chemistry).” Her words were thick with her accent, and her anger only accented this foreign spin..

An insect can do so much..‘ “You would know, you are a beetle on my paper.” Victoria spat back at his threats, using a phrase he may be unused to.. but the gist of it was still comprehensible. The blonde had no liking for him, and saw him as no more than an insect himself that was a speck of dust in her eye. As if the assassin could muster even half of a fuck to care for the fact this man was a demon – a Prince at that, of Hell.. No, she couldn’t. Even attempting to do so made her scoff and roll her eyes. “Hulloh Igor. Ductor.” Victoria crossed her arms over her chest, walking to the side and leaning against the wall. She’d given the two a small nod of her head in greeting – sure, Victoria had been here before. She’d needed help once or twice when her regenerative abilities were taking too long – in fact, when the Doctor had been snapping her collar bone back into place, Victoria had reflexively punched poor Igor on the side of cheek with enough force to knock him backwards into the wall and create a crack in it.. She was beautiful, but severe in her actions.

Victoria didn’t pay attention to Blitz nor Eren – in her mind so far, neither were worth her time to approach. If anyone would willingly follow someone as stupid and bumbling as Beel was, they weren’t any better in her book until they could prove otherwise. A person was defined by their leader – as far as Victoria was concerned. Leaders had a flock of sheep exactly like them, and if one being differed, then that person had become a leader his/herself.. Her strong jaw and intense eyes gazed around the room, taking in the surroundings.. Victoria looked like a bodyguard, dominant in her presence like she would easily knock someone off their feet.. But that was just what her military background had her do, her posture damn near perfect.. She would yawn, if yawning was not a sign of being tired and not being alert.

 

 

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