The Quest of the Heart – Hell’s Kitchen : SS.

Had the Demon of Gluttony bitten off more than he could chew?  Never shake on a deal when you don’t know what is at stake.  The quest is just beginning.

 

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Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab

All actions and choices have consequences far more diabolical than could possibly be imagined by those partaking in the game. Was this all that it was? A game? To some perhaps, to others not. In another part of the lab, a dark figure was sitting at a table, his legs crossed and tapping his foot in time to some strange music that was playing on an old phonograph. An Asian woman was fanning the dark figure with a large cane handled fan, while on the other side sat a man in all white. He was of considerable age and had a long white beard that had to be tied off at the end for fear of it touching the floor. Overhead a fan was spinning slowly, while a grandfather clock was ticking. The setting would be regarded as peaceful almost like it was being played in a park or….at an old age home. Tick…Tick…Tick…..As events were taking place down in Cardis Tomb, upstairs the affects of those making choices would be felt like a pulsating echo that radiated. A game as old as time itself. Everything was about to change.

“He may not take it.” The man in white said, touching the top of a chess piece. Rocking the piece back and forth as he mused over his move. The Dark one on the other side was balling his tongue into his cheek. A delicious smirk upon his wicked features. “He’s the Prince of Gluttony! Hunger burned with desire. Eat eat eat eat…feed feed feed. Insatiable….It’s never enough!” The Dark one went to exercise his point, by scooping up a hand full of pig intestines and then chewing on them with blood running down his chin. It was disgusting.

“You’re foul.”

“This is a delicacy in some countries. Now….move.”

Down in Cardis tomb, the moment of truth had come. The Doctor had led the group along with the Prince down to his inner most private sanctum. The place that held his most valued treasures, and his army of nightmares. All of which that were suspended in special green bubbles. Hooked up to machine after machine. A marvel of technology…and science. There was nothing magical about it at all.

The Doctor handed the right arm of Doom over to the excited Prince of Gluttony, who was waiting with an eagerness that was hard to describe. Would he just look at it, and then ask of the deal of what the payment would be for such a prized artifact? The Doctor opened his mouth as the Demon of Gluttony started to speak…..but right at that moment the Demon did the unexpected.

HE PUT THE ARM ON TO HIS OWN BONE!

Upstairs a large time piece chimed, while another which was an hourglass of great size started to turn over. Both the man in white and the dark one looked across from their chess game and it was hard to tell if it was shock or joy that they witnessed the event for themselves.

“OH….MY….GOD!!!!!” The Dark one stuttered, while the man in white put his frail hand up to his face and tried to cover his eyes. What had Beel just done?

“You’re usually satisfied with demon parts and gold. Is that still the deal here?” Beel asked as the arm fused with his own body. The symbols on the arm glowered a magnificent shade of red, as the arm accepted it’s new host. The Doctor just stood there….it was like he didn’t know what to say. “No…no it’s not.”

Wilhelm would have continued but at that moment, Madame Green chose her timing so….so badly. Arriving at such a significant moment, that it was as if maybe she knew. Did she know? The power that she radiated caused a flash to go right through the entire lab and was not unfelt by the Dark one and the man in white.

“GREEN?!…..Ahahahaha…Oh..oh…I need tissues.” The Dark one slapped his knee as his assistant handed him a box of tissues which he kept dabbing his eyes with. He kept waving his hand in front of his face, and tears of laughter were running down his cheeks, as he found the whole thing hilariously funny. The man in white took his fingers off the chess piece and was ready to kick his chair out from under him in fury. It was rare for such an old man like him to feel fury, but damn that woman. “Nosey bloody bitch!”

“I could kiss her.” The Dark one laughed as he waited for the next part. “Siya…popcorn! STAT!” Siya bowed and went to get some popcorn, as the dramas continued in Cardis Tomb.

Theatrics and sarcasm. So unneeded and yet Madame Green was on a roll. She was practically giddy about the Right hand of doom that was firmly attached to the Prince’s arm. The Doctor kept staring at the woman silently, as she went into an oscar winning performance about her real reason for coming down to Cardis Tomb. It was not like she had been invited, but some pests were hard to keep out. Wilhelm pulled on his collar, when she fussed over the undead army, going as far to say that it had taken him ten whole years to create them, and all done with the help of the wars that had gone on between the kingdoms. In a way, it was what had resulted from the Kingdoms own need to sate their desires.

Wilhlem had not managed to finish his conversation with the Prince, yet this woman would not stop talking. It was almost distressing.

“An undead army… Impressive, admittedly.. Though, how long did it take you? Oh, wait.. I know that.. Ten years. Ten years, doctor… Impressive.”

The Doctor nodded as she spoke, hoping for a word in so that he could speak of the deal. He had to tell the Demon Prince….he had too. But then….she said…

“At least you are committed, as you can see from him, Lord Beel..” Committed? He would need to be after this. The Doctor’s face was turning white. He even put his hand up to his cheek and dragged his fingers down in frustration. God, please shut up woman. Wilhelm was thinking. But no, she started on her real reason for being there. A child. One that was to be the son of Raul the Black and Bandit the thief. What did that have to do with anything?

Upstairs, the Dark one sat perfectly still as the sand was starting to fall from the hour glass. A slow and evil smile was now showing, as Siya brought him the popcorn. He dunked his hand in the bowl and took out a handful, stuffing it into his mouth and chewing slowly. The suspense was killing him. Down in Cardis Tomb, the Prince was growing tired of the woman’s sarcastic spew of words and plots. To Beel, he was no one to be trifled with, and a baby….well that was nothing. Not that he now had the right hand of doom. He had reached for Green and gripped her solidly, pulling her up off her feet.“Surely, that army, and you would be enough to guard me, even in the face of the flames of my enemies.”

The army.

The Doctor bowed his head, and then spoke softly.

“My Lord Beel….the deal.” He turned away from the pair, and then strode back over to the same place where he had pulled the right hand of Greed from. Next to it, was a small box. Bigger than a cigar box, about the same size as a woman’s jewel box. He took it out of the cupboard slowly, and turned around baring it in both hands.

“I do not need for coin….or simple demon parts. A prize such as the right hand of doom must be traded for an item of similar value.” He started to walk back over, and then undid the catch on the box. The center of which was lined with a red silk, and it had an impression in it….for something special.

“You need to collect a certain heart to place in this box and return to me.” The Doctor paused, his eyes going over to Madame Green, then back to the Prince of Gluttony. He had already accepted the arm….this was the deal now.

“You must bring me a proud heart….the heart of Pride.”

If the Demon of Gluttony wanted the army now, it was best to agree to the deal, since….he had already accepted the arm by putting it on.

Upstairs, the Dark one stood up from his chair as the bowl of popcorn went spilling onto the floor. A look of triumph etched upon his face. He took out a small recorder…and started to play.

It was terrible, off key…but the song itself had meaning at this moment. The man in white started to cry.

~RB~

 

Artie: While the others may have flinched in some sort of way at the news of what seemed to be an impending battle, Madame didn’t even blink. In fact… she smiled. Ah, the more time she could waste, the better, to be frank.. As Gluttony pulled her back she would then make a face of surprise, her entire upper body pressed up against him, her hips meeting his in a way that make her vocalize this surprise in a gasp and then a small, “hmph.” Her eyes would flicker up to the hourglass, a light smirk coming onto her face… Wasting time… More mayhem. That would make her day, frankly.. But how to keep the immense glutton from talking immediately, from making his decision? Oh, it was a delectable plan, one that only a woman could pull off, as her eyes flickered to the Doctor before going back to the demon prince..

And she would grab his shirt’s collar, ignoring its qualities and pulling him down, her lips pressing fiercely against his. Oh, oh yes, she had. And Madame would continue to do so, ignoring whatever sounds or shocked silence that seemed to come from the others – even laughter, maybe, from the Dark One.. Her tongue pressed against his lips, feeling him surprised against her as she would slowly work his open, a rather deep kiss.. But she did not close her eyes, staring at him intensely in response back.. This would last a few moments before she moved away, smirking lightly and then pulling from the large prince’s grip. “Ah. Doctor, Eren, Narcissa.. Lord Beelzebub..” A flicker of her eyes as she would meet the gaze of the Dark One, hiding in the corner where none could see, at the male in white.. She would know their names only because of her powers..

Another look back at Beel. “Don’t forget us, for later.. Hmm?” A grin overcame her features, her brow raising in confidence.. And then a lightpop, as Madame disappeared in thin air, accomplishing what she had came here for. More time had been wasted, more precious time had been taken, by none other than the Madame herself.. But what if those minutes she had taken could have been the time for finishing the deal? Every moment counted.. had she just taken the few minutes that Beel would have needed to complete?

(TC)

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Zetta:  Beelzebub opened and closed the confides of his new right hand, continuing to familiarize himself with all of it’s feelings. Right when Madame planted her kiss, after a forceful pull down to meet face-to-face, an amazing feature as he was almost 4 feet on her. A testament toward her will, beyond her physical strength as she had actually rose to pull him down in the first place with the firm belief that it was actually possible to do so. Again, he felt overwhelmed, his eyes widened in a response to the shocking experience, amplified from the passion in their contact.. She held him for at least a full minute before releasing with an abrupt suckle, his head draw aback from his sheer height. But, having received mostly what he would’ve gone for himself, he smirked. “Hmph.” His head yanked back some, just to show off an inquiry with visible expressions, his face twisting some as well. “You won’t get away with that, woman!” He began to reach for her as she pulled away, but then she announced her leaving, individually naming the important players as they were. A popping sound, and the vixen was gone, leaving the gluttonous prince to grit his teeth in silence. That spicy personality leaving to the unknown, and without a way to track her that could easily be their last confrontation. How detestable…

The right hand of doom fully latched onto the rest of the prince’s limb.. The arm suddenly began connecting itself. Instinctively, his power took effect, almost immediately devouring everything that the thing was starting with the inside. A visual of this was a thick red aura, flaming in appearance centered only on his right arm.. After calming himself down though he halted his own ability, to not eat the arm he had only just received entirely. While it would have been easy to simply digest the thing and then utilize it as his own hand, he wanted to finally appease the doctor. The man had yet to name his price, and Beelzebub personally considered it to be a dangerous move to get unknown metals into his system. Only weary now after his brief affliction with that drug he was introduced to earlier, from Blitz. This hesitation would pass in due time, and with a mere force of will, he reformed the insides of the hand of doom to no noticeable effect. On cue, Willhelm began to tell him what exactly it was that he wanted in return for the sold item here.

This thing turning into a trade instead, the likes of which practically begged the glutton prince to ignore everything else the Laboratory had to offer and digest the item like his instincts told him to in the beginning.. However, he needed to assure his availability with the Doctor’s resources, if this was an army before him, then he would not leave so casually without it. Eren had questioned this actually, towards his new recruit he turned halfway to face him, a small preference wanted the man at his side. As he was currently the only one who was here under Gluttony still. “Why leave so soon? When the doctor has been treating us all so well.” Said boldly, as if it was a matter of fact, only because Beel was being intrigued so much and so consistently. The trade was offered with such hesitation, as if it was a delivery of some incredibly dire message. Beelzebub was already planning to total the other Kingdoms and assimilate them, just like everything else he wanted. So what if he couldn’t eat the Prince of Pride now, he could preserve it with the thing’s head and scales for his own personal use. In fact, it only worked towards his benefit, this deal. Calling on an initially deep chuckle to come, leading to his distinct evil laughter, bellowing out from the large stomach of the hulking male. “Is that all?! The heart of a dragon… Hmph, I had planned to demolish someone else first. So how long do I have to bring it to you?” He lazily looked towards Narcissa, the freak of nature they’d all been shown before coming down here. “Before you send that creature after me.” Saying even that with an excited tone, he was probably just joking and thus had maintained his bright attitude.

He felt like nothing could really stop him, even mentioning that someone would come after the prince insinuated that he was careful, but in reality he just wanted to take part in a payment for the wonderful gift he had just been given. A sturdy hand that he could punch a hole in that damnable armor with, if he ever made contact with it again. That being over with he then glanced at the creepy looking man further into the place, giving him only a brief acknowledgement the first two times he spoke. “Now lets talk about this force of undead nature you’ve got stored here. What’s the price on all of them?” He inquired, with this flash of candies, he was going to take a grab at each one until he left the shop utterly satisfied. “And him.” An insinuation, made clear with a quick nod towards that man surrounded by two other variables. “Does he come with it?” Clearly with no idea who that cretin was.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.

Women. Such terrible time wasters. When in the midst of talks between men, they were nothing but a pure distraction – speaking and acting as if what was being discussed was not of great significance. The Doctor could only stand by and watch the woman’s pathetic attempt to kiss the Prince of Gluttony. Wilhelm dare not roll his eyes at the scene, but inwardly he just wished she’d go join the nearest witch knitting circle. Thankfully, she did make her announcement that she was taking leave. And about time too. Wilhelm, being the gentleman that he was – bowed ever so politely, whilst the Prince gave her a good telling off to the affect that she would not get away with such indiscretions. Madame Green left with nothing more than a simple ~pop~ and the Prince’s attentions were once again focused upon the hand on which he had now attached to his own arm. The Doctor kept a watchful eye upon the Prince, to see him calm once more so that talks could continue.

“Is that all?! The heart of a dragon… Hmph, I had planned to demolish someone else first. So how long do I have to bring it to you?”

So, the Prince had other plans before he was to complete the quest. This brought a happy squeal of delight from the Dark one, who finally chose to emerge from the shadows, closely followed by Father time.

“The Doctor is the middle man, dearie. You should be asking me. I am the one that gave the Doctor such a wonderful limb. Fits snugly, doesn’t it?” The Dark one wiggled a brow as he was now well and truly exposed. In behind him, the man in white – Father Time set down the sand glass that already had the sand falling through it. He appeared stern in light of the conversation, while the Doctor stood there holding the red satin lined box. Turning around, his jacket swirled as he assessed the many rows of undead soldiers that were still in the green goo like sacks. “An Army…fit for a King.” A little shoe shuffle and he bounded up onto the nearest work station.

“I was surprised you didn’t just pop the right hand of doom in your gob and swallow it whole. Smart move that you didn’t do that.” The Dark one touched his nose and gave a wink, before continuing on, while the Doctor looked at the Prince with a forlorn expression. The man in white – Father Time coughed loudly and this brought a look of disdain from the Dark one, who was just as eager to waste the Prince of Gluttony’s time as much as Madame Green had.

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“AH YES! The time limit on this…quest.” The Dark one pointed at the sand hourglass which was much bigger than that of normal ones. “You have exactly seven days in which to return to the Lab with the Heart of Pride before you lose the chance at the BIG PRIZE!” Now the Dark one was acting like a showman under the big top. Another prize? This would be news to the Prince for sure. What did he think would happen to the arm if he failed? That it would just fall off? That it would lose it’s power? Hardly.

“Not sure if the Doctor explained to you, but he barely scratched the surface on the powers of that hand. What he didn’t tell you was….that that hand you have so snugly attached to your arm…is a key.” The Dark One jumped down off the table and strolled right up to the Demon of Wrath and whispered. “Bring back the heart of Pride, and I will tell you where to activate the key….and you will gain powers and treasure the likes of which….no other Prince has seen before.” The Dark one was appealing to the Prince’s everlasting hunger for more. “If you don’t, well…..then its just a hand.”

Father Time nodded in agreement.

This would be a lot for the Prince to take in, but he had asked about the army. The Doctor took out a locket in his pocket and opened it to stare down at a picture of his beloved, the one he had lost after a deal with the Dark one. The Dark One owned him now, which meant he owned the lab as well.

“The Doctor will release the army to you when you are ready to take on Pride. Seeing as you have….other business to attend to first.” The army was not quite ready for release, as the Doctor had to make final arrangements himself. The Dark one then glanced at the ever eager servant of the Prince. “Just send him back to collect and the army is yours. Oh….but we do have the rights to collect all dead from this conflict to be recycled. Think of it as our ‘keep Hell beautiful’ policy.”

The Doctor snapped shut the locket and put it back in his pocket, before offering the box that was for the heart of Pride to the Prince. The heart was to be taken from the Prince of Pride….still beating. Within the box, it stays alive…so does the Prince of Pride. The only way to truly finish the Prince was to destroy the heart, and there was no way the Dark One wanted a dead prince on his hands.

“I think that wraps things up. Tick tock…dearie…Tick tock!”

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Time was marching on, and if the Prince and his entourage had any sense, they would take the lift back up to the foyer of the Lab now.

The Man in white fell back into the shadows, and the Dark one danced off after him as he sang:

Black ride the men
Who ride with death
Under the midnight sky
They will never die
Murderers walk the earth…
Beneath the curse of Cain…
Men shall die for this
Prepare to meet your god
He grants them no last wish
Just kiss of flintlock gun
Fires of Hades…
Will welcome his slaves…
Crimson clouds before their eyes
And flames about their brains
Blood has left their souls
Its everlasting stain
Pilgrim without land
Only has will of steel
Waves his rapier hand
For him the weak should kneel
Where’s your daughter?
…He will take her home
(Blues for Satan!)
We’re the drums, soul of doom
We’ve head the same call too
Where heresy grows so fast
We shall make you last
Solomon Kane
God’s warrior
Solomon Kane
That chap’s insane
Solomon Kane
Bittersweet man
Solomon Kane
All God ever had
Right hand of doom
Will swing for you
Apocalypse…
Will begin soon!
Solomon Kane!

The doors of the lift opened wide, ready to take the Prince and his entourage inside.

~RB~

The Right Hand of Doom – Hell’s Kitchen : SS.

When the Prince of Gluttony comes calling for a replacement limb, the one on offer seems to good to be true.  What is the Doctor really up to, and is the price something that Beel is willing to pay?

 

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Hell’s Kitchen – The Laboratory.

Could the Doctor ever have imagined the reaction from the Prince of Gluttony? The way his entire face lit up, like a child that had just been introduced to the mother of all candy stores. “Yes!.. I want it! Where is it!” His eagerness and insatiable appetite to have more and the best meant that he would not be at all patient now that he had practically been sold the one item in Hell, that many would give their right arm for. Kind of funny, since Beel had literally given his right arm to Mammon. A terrible mistake, but in the Doctor being able to correct this, it assured the Prince of a wonderful new power. The name alone sounded intimidating, as it was meant to be. The arm itself was too great a prize to keep in the likes of the Doctor’s office, or in his specimen room adjacent. No….he kept this arm in a place that even his own staff had not been into. The other guest had remained quiet in the Doctor’s office, and whilst Wilhelm would have liked to do the extra business, his focus was on the Prince of Gluttony. He didn’t ask for the picture back, as he figured that Beel would want to hold onto it. A keepsake, if you will.

“My Lord, you would need to come with me. I have it in a special tomb that is below the Lab. It is safe from theft there, but since you are so eager to have it, then I would welcome you to come see.” The Doctor came out from behind his desk, and then cast a glance outside to where Narcissa was keeping the other guests, or should I say Beel’s muscle entertained.

“Narcissa, if you could bring the guests over they would be more than welcome to join their Prince to do a tour of the Cardis Tomb.” Now this was something that even she would not have known about. The Doctor had his reasons, but they would come to light much later. Gesturing with his hand, he urged the Prince to follow. “This way, My Lord…. everyone.”

If the Prince, Narcissa and the others followed him he would lead him up to a special elevator. There was a numbered keypad next to the doors, and also an eye scanner, as well as thumb print detector. Punching in the right code, a small eye piece slid out from the wall, and scanned the Doctor’s eyes, before beeping in a cheery code. A small grey door slid up, and the Doctor pressed his finger tips into the gooey substance, that was reading the Doctor’s fingerprints. Only when all three were accepted, did the lift doors slide back. Again, the Doctor showed his respect towards the Prince. “After you, My Lord.” It was a large service like lift, and it had a musical melody playing inside. Odd how the Doctor had such a gruesome office, then something sweet like a fun melody playing in his lift. The Doctor would wait for all to enter the lift, so that he was the last to get in.

“Few people ever get to see the inner workings of the Lab. I have spent years on a particular operation, which will serve Hell well. Well, whoever seeks to use it, I suppose.”

Igor and Loc both looked at the Doctor as he winked at them.

“You two can fix the front door. We will be back once I have given the Prince his new arm.”

“Yes, Doctor.” The pair said in unison.

The doors of the lift slid shut, and it was then the Doctor turned around to his guests.

“You’re going to love it. I just know it.” The Doctor slammed his hand on the green down button, and the lift started a terrible freefall, as though nothing was holding it. Imagine a cable snapping and you were falling one hundred and ten stories. It was gaining speed as the Doctor stood there, singing to himself. A madness in his eyes. Oh yes, the Doctor was a brilliant, brilliant man….but a complete wacko.

Only as you would think that the lift was about to smash to smithereens on the tomb floor, it came to a cushioned stop. Like something out of a cartoon. Some may well be dazed by this, but the Doctor chortled. “What a rush. Right…on with the tour.”

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The doors slid open and it was then…..that those in the lift saw the magnitude to the Doctor’s operations. A vast chamber, so big you couldn’t see the end of it. The biggest shock of all, were the thousands, and thousands of sacs, that contained the zombified bodies of many fallen soldiers. All were hooked up to machines, that were like life support centers. Rows and rows….and rows. This was to be the greatest secret in Hell. The sheer magnitude of the army was so immense, that it was impossible to believe.

Spinning on his heel, he was like a game show host. Proud and beaming. “All the wars…all the death. I simply couldn’t let it go to waste.” There were all manners of creatures suspended. As the Doctor started to pass beneath them, he reached up and would run his fingers along the outer shell of the greenish bubbles. “Aren’t they beautiful?’ He regarded them as though he was a proud father. His eyes glistening with un-shed tears. It was only after he coughed, and then turned around that he saw the Prince of Gluttony standing there…expectantly.

“The Right hand of Doom!…YES! That is what you are here for. Let me get it for you.” With a spring in his step, the Doctor toddled off till he came to a large red coffin like box. This arm must have been huge. No doubt the creature it came off was a biggun. The Doctor took a key out of his pocket and placed it in the lock, turning it quickly. There was a loud hush, and as the lid started to rise, the arm itself illuminated – lighting up the Doctor’s face. It was indeed a prize to behold.

“My Lord Beel, would you like to try it on?” The Doctor lifted it carefully out from its home, and held it out like a new born baby to the Prince of Gluttony. “It’s been waiting for you.”

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~RB~

 

Artie:  

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A sudden pop was heard, and there was the Madame Green… Her eyes focused on the hand, a small smirk coming onto her face. “Ah.. The hand of Doom.. what a name. Quite original, Doctor. I award you your Grammy today.” With this, she would hold out her hand, a small trophy appearing within her grasp. Within moments, however, it would disappear as she laughed softly.. “Though, when has anything associated withdoom ever been anything good? Quite ominous, don’t you think?” Madame smirked larger, showing her teeth only slightly, mischief dancing across her face.. “Though, I do have word of more ominous things.. If you do care, Doctor.”

Her eyes flickered from Beel to Doc, to Eren, then to Astarte… Then back to the beloved Doctor. She knew of the Dark One’s presence, but did not acknowledge it.. Her aura of power was stifling, even next to Beel. Though she stood several feet below him, at a mere 5’4”, and easily the shortest being, even to Igor. “An undead army… Impressive, admittedly.. Though, how long did it take you? Oh, wait.. I know that.. Ten years. Ten years, doctor… Impressive.” The last word was repeated, a whisper compared to the rest.. “At least you are committed, as you can see from him, Lord Beel..” Though the word ‘Lord’ was a joke for her, she would never put anyone in higher standing than herself.. such absurd notions. “I do propose one of you gets the child.” At their confused looks, she would tilt her head. “The god-child? Born of Raul the Black and Bandit the thief..? The child that has the power to destroy Hell if it is told to? Ah, Doctor, if you could harness such power.. That would be something… Well-paid for, I am sure.”

Her eyes would go to Beel, a sudden grin on her face as she moved to him, pressing a hand against his chest. “Oh, do be careful, Lord…” She purred, gazing up at him with large eyes and an innocent face, “..I have a terrible feeling that you will see your end in a battle.. One that is not worth fighting.. Stay away from your foe’s flames, would you?” Her fingertips trailed on his chest for a moment, her gaze thoughtful.. But then she would pull away, the petite woman gazing back at the doctor. A somewhat knowing glance in her eyes. “What an army to have a hold of.. Wouldn’t you say, Lord? All the bodies to consume, but also to fight endlessly for you… because they are already dead?” A fingertip pressed to her lips as she glanced at Eren, though her eyes would ultimately fall on the army, staring at them with a gaze of mischief.

 

Zetta:  He found himself about to stomp in frustration now that his desired toy had been so cruelly stolen from his grasp. Although not literally, the thing he had supposed to be purchasing was likely going into the welcoming hands of another.. At least that was what he was thinking while looking at the trail the doctor left behind in his saunter away from the prince, on towards another customer. That bumbling idiot who crossed him without even so much as a praise.. Lucky that he was not totally eaten, a simple shove after getting in the way of royalty. It angered him that Wilhelm was even spending time talking to that one, compared to the graces of Beel’s presence here, specifically when it was to see the man himself.. At this point he was gritting his teeth, rapidly reaching the point of tossing the chair he had previously been seated at so comfortably. He did not care how it benefit him before and only wanted to wreck something now that he was feeling depraved. A feeling which had been short-lived when he was tended to moments after, thankfully too, as even though he had yet to really act out he was definitely getting ever closer to this point the longer he had spent without the Doctor’s attention. Once he knew he was the center of attention again, his teeth showed themselves upon a happy grin, but with the appearance of a monster’s opening of it’s own mouth.

His feet clamped against the ground with every single step taken due to his massive size and weight. Inhuman in physique, absolutely gigantic in posture, even with no clear idea in mind while he followed the doctor, Beelzebub still walked tall. Being told then that he needed to continue following after Dr. Willhelm if he wanted the up-close and personal showing of the arm. Naturally, like a calling to an animal and it running towards the attractive sounds, Beel nodded his head quickly. Only once though, he was still baring great anticipation for whatever else might be in store for him now. All other thoughts besides finding out what it would be like to hold the glove were ignored, in this manner he was completely obsessing over the item he had only just heard about. His eyes still carried light, the bright light of intrigue. “Take me to it then! I want to claim it for myself.” Out came the deep voice of the glutton prince, but with evident enthusiasm. Without another care for anything else, he, along with Astarte and Eren were then invited to accompany the group of freaky individuals down to another section of the Laboratory.. Having already sold his item to Gluttony, it was now only a matter of time until the prince himself would be able to claim it. And this very thought had made him almost giddy in waiting, they were brought onto an elevator-like transport. Somehow it managed to hold all four of them all, Beelzebub especially as he was heavy, likely heavier than the others combined into one. Despite his weight, he would continue consuming until he no longer felt the desire to…

So with the passing of time, all of them comfortably making it unto the metal platform, Beel felt one side of it all tilt to one side. He stumbled slightly, only because of the necessary shifting of his weight, to which normally he had no problem lifting but the suddenness of it all was what caught him off guard. Then again it shifted like a creak, then.. ‘Eeean.. CREEEAN’ the sound of grinding metal echoed rather loudly, the people within the thing fell helplessly. The prince specifically had already taken to a slightly panicked looking all around himself, clearly nervous. Coming as an oddity due to his title, and he was already accustomed to transport failing on him in the past, it was why he encouraged barbaric cannibals to dominantly exist in his army. They were much stronger than the nutrient-depraved weaklings of Envy. Those limp-bones would break apart trying to lift his mass. It came as no surprise when mechanics had appeared to fail, bringing them all down at what seemed to be the fastest possible rate. No matter how rickety and nerve-wrecking it had gotten though, for whatever reason the metal beneath them did not rust away and have a hole broken through it from their combined weight. It seemed completely stable, this shocker of an experience was likely the Doctor’s intention as he had seemed to be enjoying himself somewhat. This did not stop Beel’s own caution though, he may not have been chattering his teeth, but he knew this could turn out bad.. If it was real. Just as they might have come to an abrupt crash, the transport landed safely. The crazed man before him had confirmed this to be a normal experience for him, brushing off what might have been fear with a casual comment..

“That ride was setup, huh..” He said in disbelief. Only being able to take in that they had gotten down, his tone was directly due to being unsure of how they would be returning to the laboratory above. Yet once again, he was taken for another emotional uprising. The doctor created a distraction in his reference to the bodies before them all, identifying them all to be horrors of various kinds. Undead obviously, and not moving, but animated. His experiments with returning life after death was amazing, and so his actual results were even more of a promise. With his addiction to satisfaction though, he ignored this goodness entirely, his face becoming serious once more, the face that mostly everyone had known the glutton prince for had been returning. A cold stare from narrowed, focused oculars, his red eyes peering his demonic nature unbound. Ravenous hunger in them, the most honest desire to be pleased, thoroughly. He had been promised an arm, he would receive it from the doctor one way or the other. It could be regenerated if he consumed enough mass, that was what he thought upon laying eyes on the hundreds of corpses. “I wonder… How many bodies does it take to reform the center of my bony wrist!” He said aloud, at first in a sing-song voice, but as his sentence led on it would become apparent that he was not only coming upon a lack of patience but also a searing want to retrieve his hand. The Doctor was not in fear at all apparently, but he had already begun to move to appease Beel. Leading him to the arm that he was truly interested in, the spark in his eyes lit like a flame when he first laid eyes on it’s container. It was removed for Beel’s use, and the Doctor invited him to take it. Before going for it though he turned his head to Willhelm “Yes, of course..” He said now with a heavy, lustful tone. Dying to get his hands on this relic, after being teased with the picture he was actually still holding.

“You’re usually satisfied with demon parts and gold. Is that still the deal here?” He asked simultaneously as he had reached for it, taking it quickly to then attach the hand of doom to his own bone. Connecting the two, he tested it simply first, wiggling a few fingers one after another to test it’s versatility. Finding it to be almost a replica of his own large hand, but more befitting of an over-sized gauntlet on his had, just a few sizes bigger due to Beel’s normally large frame. He knew then that it was more of a fit for his demon form, where it would probably coordinate perfectly with him. Towards the voice of another, his entire frame of mind twisted to look in Her direction. An odd woman came upon the four, mysterious, she had approached them all but made note of the Doctor specifically. Saying a piece on the arm itself, then to the doctor, her every line spoken was intoxicated with sarcasm and a casual sense. Was this another being altogether, separate and independent of Hell’s Kitchen? She certainly spoke like it, as if she had no ties, and no special concern for anyone in the room save for Willhelm..
The vixen turned to Beelzebub, who had returned her look with the same one he’d given the doctor moments ago. Who the hell was this?.. She had moved about with a certain daring, that said she could confidently move around in-between the two men and say as well as do as she pleased with no consequence. He planned to knock her out of his concerns the same way he had done to the boy before, his ageless presence had no time for idle chatter with uncaring clowns. Whether male or female.. Before even lifting a finger to do so though, she addressed Beel, or rather both of them. “What being with a thief could give birth to such a creature, that it threatens my realm?” As if he had already won on all other fronts of Hell, to him it was only a matter of time, after all.

Though it could be considered, and if being that powerful existed then it could easily be used against him. This grasped his attention too, he would have to conduct a search for those two, and get them to work for him before their child came to be. Or at least be able to take it for himself. His thoughts changed when she had decided to approach him directly now, Speaking to him as if they had known each other for a time, the second time he had experienced this form of communication with someone else. It was making him uncomfortable, being one to take whatever he wanted, he was being faced now with someone who might have wanted him. The feeling of being overwhelmed with tension, which he had always done to others, the likes of which reminded him of his first times with Najetta. She had practically attacked him then, and here he was now all over again. Though now he was not the boy nervous to make contact with such a fragile-looking frame.. What! Did she want to play with Lord Gluttony himself?.. His arm hooked around her, as she had said that he ought to stay away from his foe’s flames, obviously an insinuation but none of which he was particularly concerned with. No matter what her mouth said, her body had come so close to a fire in itself, he knew nothing of her but that she was a very. Bold. Bitch. His eyes sized her up fast, his new massive right hand dangled at his side. “Surely, that army, andyou would be enough to guard me, even in the face of the flames of my enemies.” He spoke, when he said you his eyes widened, losing their former seriousness to adopt a gluttonous eye once more. Always the idealist.

 

 

Jon:  Eren had just finished yawning then realized that doctor was now taking Beel somewhere else, shaking his head he knew he’d have to follow at his point. Taking a step forward he took a glance over his shoulder to Astarte with killing intent. With his respect for her almost gone she could almost be considered an enemy depending on how Blitz would recieve her whenever she would finally find him. “I suggest you leave and don’t comeback.” As he was nearing his new leader and the doctors position he turned his attention to what was in front of him as his words held weight with her especially since she saw what he could do at fifty to seventy-five percent of his power, and him now being at full strength was probably something she couldn’t put onto words but Eren had slipped into a much darker place since the time of her and he last speaking to one another. “If you do decide to comeback. I’ll kill you, eat you, and absorb your very power into my own.” Without another word he had now disappeared with Beel and the doctor to retrieve something, and this something could only he the arm that the gluttonous prince had came here for. It was about time he was getting what we had came here for. For someone who was hungry for almost anything at any given time he sire could hold a conversation and be a consumer of time when he wanted to be, probably the worst trait so far in Eren’s eyes but then he was a prince so maybe this was a casual prince thing. Wasting time. Releasing another sigh he was now behind Beel and the doctor, hands in his pockets he felt eyes on him. Looking up it was a woman who seemed to glance at him and now she was having casual conversation with the doctor about an arm. He didn’t hear much of the conversation but had heard enough to realize that Doom was in the name which brought a sense of excitement out of him but quickly hit something. A wall? No. He had walked into Beel’s back due to his lacking in attention to his surrounding, he wanted to kick Beel for just passing like that in front of him but then quickly realized why he had paused. Stepping out from behind him and now at his side, the side that wasn’t occupied by the female. Glancing around and taking everything in all he could do was just release a heavy breath. He didn’t like the idea of the dead being toyed with in such a way, the idea seemed foul in his eyes but this man seemed to he excited over this. He seems so full of joy, not a single hint of remorse in him but more of bliss and pleasure. This man was a truly sick case but it’s a good thing they weren’t going to be here much longer since Beel had gotten his arm. He felt eyes on him again and it was the same woman from before he was talking to Beel, she seemed to have caught his interest with whatever she was saying and catching his interest wasn’t always the best thing. Eren knew the situation this girl had gotten herself into was a bad one especially since the Prince had place his arm around her, not paying enough attention to the two to truly notice how his arm was placed neither. Eren could assume that the girl was either interested in Gluttony or was just here to be here. He’d doubt she was here to visit him or talk to him so he paid no attention, his focus back on this mass freak show. “Monstrous..” it was the only word he could bring himself to say in this place as no other word could fit the bill of it, it seemed never ending and eternal. Tremendous and terrifying. As much as he didn’t like the idea though if Beel wanted this army then Eren would have to deal with being around or possibly commanding the undead army as a second will to Beel, bring his hand up to the back of his neck he began to massage it. This place was surely giving Eren some tension in his neck. “Lord Beel do we leave now, or is there some more business you have here?” He needed to ask this as he didn’t want to spend any more time than needed in this place. Wondering who else knew about this army, thinking what this army could mean to the gluttonous prince. Everything seemed to be falling into place like a domino effect for the Prince. Gaining to powerful creatures, an assassin, a new arm, and now if he wanted he could possibly be getting an army that could double if not trouble his power. Feeling like his idea to join the Prince was a good one he glanced back at the woman who was next to Beel, looking her up and down for a moment before his eyes look towards her. Saying nothing else his attention returned back to the massive room as he awaited to see what the doctor would say next or what Beel himself would do next, if they were done or if he wanted this army.

Moo:  “Okey doke, Doc. Leave it to me!” Narcissa had looked back toward Wilhelm while she was addressed, but now she turned with a grin toward the man in front of her. “This way, then!” The monster hummed to herself, basically ignoring the other guy with the fire powers. He was busy being confronted by another woman from the looks of things, and she would rather not get close to the fire user. She waved him over instead as he began walking. “Let’s gooo!” Narcissa skipped on ahead to meet with the Doctor and Beel, though keeping her distance for the sake of not upsetting the man who seemed to have a short temper. Traveling with the group was pretty entertaining in itself; the frankensteinian monster was ooh’ing and aw’ing at everything, eyes big and curious. It was cool that Wilhelm had kept this place a secret. Even she hadn’t known about this place before, despite knowing he kept cool artifacts somewhere. The sight of the Hand of Doom itself was awesome to experience for the girl. Narcissa stood closely to the Doctor as she admired it. Until a popping noise came about, anyhow. Then the scene that unfolded was all but something she understood. The girl would just stand there with a slight sway, humming to herself without any regards to how serious this might have actually been. “Hey, is she supposed to be here?” she questioned in a melodic tone. With half a giggle, she tilted her head to the side. “What should we do, Doctor?” Would he just let her stay? It seemed like she was disrespectful, in a weird way. Narcissa understood it though.

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.

 

 

My Monster Girl – Hell’s Kitchen : SS.

With the party to end all parties winding down, it is time for the crew of Hell’s kitchen to go off to bed.  But on a stormy night, not everyone is having sweet dreams.

Scene setting: Hell’s Kitchen.

Co-written with Temp and Moo.

 

Temp:  Roxanne was appreciative of Loc’s helpful and loving nature towards her, and didn’t seem to mind at all that he was becoming rather handsy with her. Caring about such a thing didn’t really compute with her for whatever reason. Perhaps that had something to do with her revival? Whatever the reason was she really didn’t seem to care. “Good job Igor! You even survived the nuke!” She shouted and gave him a bit of a booby wiggle, though he’d probably just ignore it. It was then that the Doctor proclaimed that he would be going to sleep. “Nighty night Doc!” She shouted out to him and wiggled about until she flopped over and into a seat, where she’d likely pass out if left undisturbed. There was a lot of booze missing from her collection due to this night, but she had enjoyed it and would remember it as such. Enjoyable.

 

Moo:  Narcissa gave the hunchback a good pat for his hard work as the nurse commended him. “Mhm! Great work!” the monstrosity agreed. She decided to copy Roxanne’s actions, wiggling her boobies as well. It felt kinda funny, making her giggle a bit. Though her dress didn’t exactly show a lot of cleavage. Oh well! The cringing Igor was left alone at long last as the Doctor made his exit, bidding them a good night. “Sleep tight, Doctor! Don’t let the bed bugs bite.” Narcissa giggled to herself before humming and dancing herself away into another room in order to get rid of her dress. It was nice and all, but she really needed a breather. So being back in her favorite lab coat, she went to lay herself down.“Phew, what a day~” The monster was rather energized still, so it was troublesome to keep still. She would turn over constantly and twitch her muscles, fidgeting here and there. It was normal though, as Narcissa didn’t need sleep.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Igor was still a little green looking after surviving the blast from Loc’s backside. He kept sticking out his tongue as though trying to rid the taste off it. Yes, Loc was more than just a force of brute strength. One would be wise not to be up wind of him after a night of curry and garlic pizza, that was for sure. Loc, was in another world entirely. Still drooling over the wondrous booby movements coming from the glorious Roxanne. Oh, how he loved that little nursey. But with the Doctor having retired for the evening, and the party now winding down, it was time for the crew to go find their cots and sleep. It was Igor that was left with the task of putting Loc to bed. Roxanne looked like she had had one drink too many, and after flopping onto the nearest couch, she was looking like she was heavily sedated…not just relaxed.

Tugging on Loc’s sleeve, Igor motioned with a jerk of his head, that they should head out of the party room and find Loc a cot.

“Come on, Loc. Let’s get you ready for bed.”

“Sleep?”

“Yes, sleep. Not the long kind that you never wake up from. The usual…..five..six hours.” At least that is what Igor normally had. Narcissa had already left the room after giving the hunchback a good whack for his efforts in winning the game of Twister. Though if you asked him, he won be default. Passing out on all the dots, really didn’t constitute a win in his books, but it was the first time he’d won anything, so….he wasn’t about to complain.

Taking one of the torches off the wall, igor bowed before the nearly sleeping Roxanne, before ambling out of the party room, leading Loc behind him. They had a room that was for the male servants, though the cots there might be a bit small. Might have to push a few together.

It was as Loc was being led down the hall that the first signs of an oncoming storm were both seen and heard. A great rumble, followed by a flash of light that illuminated the clouds. It was loud enough to give Loc a scare. Who knew that the creation was scared of thunder and lightning.

“Baaaaadddd.” Loc cried as he tried to shield his eyes.

Igor stopped and looked back in surprise. “You should have seen battles that were worse than that, Loc.” Was this creation really scared of a little bit of thunder.

~RUMBLE RUMBLE….BOOM!~

“Gaaaaaaaah!”

Yes…yes he was.

The Doctor was sitting up in his bed, night cap on his head and glasses on his nose as he was reading a romance novel, when the door to his room suddenly burst open. There was Loc….wearing a night shirt and quivering like a leaf. In behind him was a very flustered Igor, who was holding a candle.

“Master….Loc wet the bed.”

It wasn’t really wet…it was saturated. The pong had driven them out of their room.

Wilhelm reached up to take off his glasses and set down his book. This was most unusual. Another crack of lightning appeared at the window followed by a large and powerful boom.

“Loc…scared!!!!”

Igor took a side ways step, just in case the creation let off another one of his fatal farts.

“Master, I already changed his night shirt once. Know anything that can calm him down.”

This was a real pickle. The Doctor strummed his chin for a moment, then he patted the mattress.

“When I’m scared, I usually think of my favorite things.”

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Loc ran …..or should I say, galloped over to the bed and jumped on it with such force, that the whole room shook. It was a miracle that the bed didn’t break. The Doctor looked up at the trembling giant of a creation and patted his arm.

“If you sing about your favorite things…..you won’t hear the storm anymore.”

Igor thought the Doctor had lost his marbles.

-glancing at the readers- “When the hell did this role play turn into a musical?” He shook his head, before following Loc’s lead and set down his candle on the bedside table to the other side of the Doctor, before taking up a comfy space on the bed.

The Doctor coughed and then started to warm up his voice…“Me me me me me…doe..rae me far..so…la…te…DOE.”

~Blood drops on roses….and fleas on little kittens. Warm bags of vomit, and leaches that wiggle. Zombies without heads and losing their limbs….these are a few of my favorite things……~

~RB~

 

Razorbackwriter:  A night unlike any other. Where the strange rendition of “My favorite things” was a sing song between Loc, the Doctor and a very sleepy Igor. All ended up in the same bed, and the last one to finally fall asleep was the Doctor himself. Staring out the window at what was now a peaceful night in Hell. The storm had passed and only the light pitter patter of falling water droplets could be heard on the window ledge. The Doctor glanced at both his sleeping companions. Did he ever think for a moment that they would all end up in his bed? Course not. it was just how the night ended and the creation was soothed into a peaceful slumber.

The morning started with the sound of the Doctor’s alarm clock buzzing. Five am. The usual time that the Doctor liked to be up and out of bed. With a heavy workload ahead of him, he carefully eased back the covers and crept out of bed, so as not to wake Igor and Loc, who were now curled up together. The cotton ball on the end of Igor’s night cap floating in and out of Loc’s gaping maw every time the creation snored. It was almost too priceless an image not to want to take a snap shot. Black mail material….ha. The Doctor made his way to the bathroom, and he started off with a good hot shower, before shaving and preparing himself for the day ahead.

No doubt Roxanne and Narcissa would still be sleeping – Roxanne most likely in a drunken state, and would need to sleep off the night’s booze. Stepping out of the shower, he wrapped a fluffy towel around his waist and went to rub his hand over the condensation coated mirror, when he was shocked to see the face of a man standing in behind him.

“Must have been some party…Eh ehehehehehe.”

The Doctor shrieked when he suddenly recognized the voice and the face of the man behind him.

“YOU!”

“Yes…it’s me. Miss me, Doctor? I don’t see your sweet lovey in your bed. You never did tell me what you did with her. After all, I did just as you asked.” Oh yes, the Dark one had made good his end of the deal, however he forgot to mention that with all magic, it comes at a price. One that the Doctor never counted on. The Dark one popped his head into the Doctor’s bed chambers and let out a squeal like laugh.

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“You’ve gone gay! And a threesome? Tsk tsk.”

It was hardly the truth at all. The Doctor was quick to put on his trousers and march out of the bathroom, shushing the demon who was pointing at Loc and giggling.

“You disgust me, now out in the hall, I don’t want to wake them.” The Doctor opened the door and the dark creature made a swirling gesture with his hand, and cocked his head to and fro, before skipping out the door. Pulling a shirt off its hanger, the Doctor followed the demon out into the hall.

The Dark one turned on his heel the moment that the door was closed. “You still haven’t told me what you did with her. Come on….where is she?”

The Doctor’s head slowly turned towards what was the door to Narcissa’s room. His facial expression a dead giveaway. The demon pointed a gnarled finger towards the door and crept, ever quietly towards the door and then with his hand placed upon it, he gently eased it open and poked his head inside. Sure enough on the bed within, lay the Frankenstein like monster girl, whose body parts were taken from the love of the Doctor’s former life.

Whispering with a wicked grin.

“She’s not as I remember, but that is her.” He glanced over his shoulder and his eyes gleamed. “You butchered her. Who is the devil now?”

The Doctor was quick to get across the hall and shut the door to Narcissa’s room hopefully not waking her from her slumber. Turning to face the demon, who was clearly enjoying the Doctor’s distress he gasped as he saw the look of insanity coming back to the Doctor’s face.

“Yes…YES….Let it out, Doctor!”

The Doctor reached out and gripped the demon’s coat lapel with shaking hands and practically lifted him up off the ground, ready to launch him across the room. The very veins on his neck were standing out – purple and red. Eyes like fire as his chin trembled. “YOU BROUGHT BACK A MONSTER!”

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The Dark one stared at the Doctor in triumph. “No, you created one. EHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!”

 

~RB~

OOGA OOGA CHAKA! – SS

The Hell’s Kitchen crew start the party off with an innocent game of Twister.  That is till Roxanne puts her right foot green.

Scene setting – Hell’s Kitchen party room :  Seven Sins series.

Co-written with Temp and Moo.

Temp:  Roxanne had been happily noming away at the Pizza and drinks. There had been a fair bit of soda brought in with the pizza, but Roxanne had other plans. While the others were partying away she had busted out her private stash of booze. She sipped away at the various drinks that she made and giggled happily as Loc rested upon her bodacious breasts. Hell the guy could probably play with them at this point and she wouldn’t even notice. While the others danced she simply sat still eating and drinking away. She bobbed her head back and forth to the music without a care in the world. Any jealousy that she might have had towards Narcissa being the Doctors dancing partner was simply not present, but that was thanks to the booze.

 

Moo:  Narcissa had long since abandoned her shoes, grabbing a slice of pizza to chomp away at during the minutes of freedom she had left. There was nothing better than food! She took a huge bite while Wilhelm started up the music, bobbing her head while she chewed and swallowed. Her free hand was taken only moments later, being spun about the room while she giggled and laughed, somehow managing to hold onto the rest of her slice before tossing it on the table they swept past. Oh well.“Doctor is good on his feet!” she remarked lightheartedly. Narcissa was of course oblivious to the fact that Roxanne was drinking a special stash of her own booze. She was most likely oblivious to the fact that the nurse drank in the first place. She waved, looking genuinely happy to see the nurse in good spirits with Loc nearly fondling her breasts at this point.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Wilhelm’s cheeks shone with a rosy flare when Narcissa said that the Doctor was good on his feet. He had always been fond of dancing ever since he watched John Travolta strut his stuff on the big movie screen. Wilhelm was not that good, but for what he lacked in style, he made up for with enthusiasm in every step. He beamed at each of his crew as he passed them on the small checkered dance floor, only stopping when the song changed to something of a slower tempo. Igor at this point was flat on his face, since the poor sod kept getting knocked over by the Doctor’s wayward leg kicks.

“Not a time to be lying down on the job, Igor. Up….up up! It’s time to party.”

He snatched up Igor by the collar and gave him a light dusting off. Igor of course a little out of breath but more than happy not to still be on his face.

“Thank you, Doctor.” Gracious as ever. If it was one thing the crew had…it was manners. They were a unique bunch in Hell. They had a strong work ethic, but when it came to down time….they did it better than any other place. Not consumed by the Sins of the Creed. Let the Royals have at that all they liked.

The Doctor picked up the spin wheel chart, to start off the game of Twister, unaware that Roxanne was helping herself to her private stash. This game could get a little silly if the contestants were off their face.

 

“Okay, my lovelies….Let’s play!” The Doctor spun the needle and then pointed to Roxanne. “Enough pizza and pop. You’re first. Right hand green!” He waited with a smile to see Roxanne take her place on the mat. One thing was for sure, Loc was going to love this game. The creation got up from his comfy head rest and thundered over to the Doctor on the sidelines to watch his favorite nursey….bend over.

 

~RB~

 

Temp:  Roxanne hadn’t been paying much attention to the things going on around her. Most of her thoughts were a jumbled mess at the moment due to her pounding down several drinks. Thankfully she wasn’t really needed for anything at this time, so her lack of comments and participation would go mostly unnoticed. Of course, that all changed when the Doctor decided to bust out the game of Twister. She tilted her head curiously as she watched the mat get set up, but didn’t react until the Doctor called for her. She was sure to comply immediately, and skipped over to the mat in a bit of a wobbly fashion. Once she was there she did as the game demanded of her, which consisted of her bending over completely. Though, she did it a bit slower than necessary and looked back at the others while she did so. For whatever reason, she felt like playing the tease at the moment. She was flexible, so toying with them while she played wouldn’t be any problem.

 

Moo:  Narcissa’s dancing was up to speed–with Wilhelm, anyway. She never once tripped or tumbled, even in her ball gown. She never really questioned the aspect of playing Twister while wearing such regal gowns and suits. Her mind was on the fun! Endless fun for the entire crew! Even Igor would have a hand in this, though he spent the first portion of the party on his face. The poor hunchback would have to be picked up by Wilhelm once the music stopped, leaving Narcissa to giggle and hold her head in place while her entire body wobbled and swayed. It was almost as if she was drunk, simply from the dizziness the dancing provided. Watching as the mat was finally finished with the set up, the good Doctor was sure to allow Roxanne the pleasure of being first to move. Narcissa gave a loud cheer, clapping her hands–as simple as this was in the beginning, it looked as though it was taking a bit of effort on Roxanne’s part.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Igor, Loc and the Doctor all tilted over at the same time as Roxanne bent over and flashed those gorgeous rounded jubless of hers. Even the Doctor had to admit, they were something, and we all know what Loc thought. He had proven his affection for those breasts more than once since his awakening. Narcissa, well she was bouncing and clapping – clearly loving every minute of the fun and games that they five were getting into.

Straightening up, the Doctor spun the wheel and it landed on left hand red. “Righto Loc. Slap one of your hands down on a red dot.” Loc looked dumbfounded at first and held up both his hands, staring at each one. The poor giant had no idea which was left and right. He started to whimper till Igor hobbled over and grabbed a sharpie, then writing LEFT on his left hand and then a big RIGHT on his other hand.

Holding up the left hand, he wiggled it. “This one…on the red dot.”

“RED!”

“Yes…red. Go on.”

Loc slammed down his left hand, bending over and then realizing he had a better view of Roxanne’s breasts. Oh…he liked this game. He started to dribble on the mat as he was transfixed by those lovely mounds. Yes, this was a game he now loved. The doctor chuckled as he spun the dial again and pointed at Narcissa. “Right foot yellow!” He wobbled his head as the tune on the jukebox played a classic that really said a lot about the crew.

“Hooked on a feeling.”

Next it was Igor’s turn.

“Left hand blue, Igor!”

The hunchback was walking around trying to see a way in and nearly walked right into Loc’s backside. He barely missed it and wiped away a few beads of sweat. Seeing an opening, he stuck down his hand and started to wiggle to the song.

Loc…burst into song.

“HOOOOKED…..ON A…FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELINGGGGGGGGGGGGG!”

 

~RB~

 

Reminiscing – SS.

 

Dressing for the Ball of Greed brings about smiles and memories.  Some that the Good Doctor had locked away forever.

Scene setting : Hell’s Kitchen.

Co-written with Temp and Moo.

 

Temp:  Roxanne hadn’t expected Loc to start spinning her like a toy, but it happened regardless. Her body went spinning around the room wildly until Loc finally stopped her. The fact he started to hold her in a rather loving embrace was interesting to say the least, but it wasn’t something that bothered her. Him staring at her boobs wasn’t surprising considering his previous actions, and if anything it was flattering. “You really like these things don’t you?” Her head tilted forward to look down at her own chest after she spoke. She wasn’t sure what the Doctor and Narcissa were up to, but she was becoming more and more curious.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Hell’s Kitchen – The Guest room

Wilhelm offered a light smile when Narcissa became excited over the offered dresses. It wasn’t easy to find a dress for a girl of such gigantic proportions. Fortunately, the Doctor kept good stock, better than any department store. It didn’t surprise the Doctor in the least that Narcissa would find favor with the black number that featured silver trimming. Dotted with pieces or fragments of metal, it radiated the light like tiny diamonds upon a black velvet night. Holding the dress firmly between his finger tips so that it would not drag on the ground, Wilhelm’s temperament altered slightly. The Frankenstein like creature was bubbling over with excitement as she wriggled out of her lab coat. Her cries of “This one, this one.” Making him chuckle. The creature tore the dress right out from his hold and then slipped it over h er bandage covered body. The dress truly as the perfect fit, even if it did accentuate her bosom a little more than it should. Struggling to reach the zipper, Narcissa looked awkward, like she needed to have double joints to reach. Ever the gentleman, Wilhelm offered to get in behind her and do her zip up for her. His long black nails caught the zipper catch and slowly he brought the zip up till it reached the top. A small clasp needed to be tapped together, and the Doctor made sure it was on firmly. Giving it a light pat when done, he stood back and enthused. “You truly will be the Belle of the Ball.” The Doctor meant every word, before he himself realized it was time to get ready. “Why don’t you go and see how Roxanne is fairing, my dear.” If she took him at his word, he would open the door for her to go and find the odd couple. Once she was gone, the Doctor let out a small sigh. His eyes darted across the room to a picture of a beautiful woman. The one that he had planned to spend the rest of eternity with….the one that he managed to save from death…..just.

Hell’s Kitchen – The Fitting room

“You really like these things don’t you?” Roxanne asked, knowing full well what the answer would be. The Creation was practically hypnotized by the sight of them and the poor girl was going to need a bib to cover them if the soldier kept drooling on them. “Loc…like!” Stating the obvious. Loc managed to tear his gaze away from Roxanne’s bosom to her face. He seemed to realize he had been holding her in the same pose for a while now, and finally decided to put her down. With all the bandages removed, they were on a pile on the floor, and now it was Roxanne’s turn to get dressed up. Loc was all fit and ready to go.

~RB~

 

Moo:  Narcissa’s frequent turning slowed to a stop, her head bobbling slightly as though she were dizzy. Luckily enough, the Good Doctor was quite the gentleman, as he stepped behind her to help zip up the fine looking dress. The female monster held up her long, blue locks of hair so none would snag in the meantime. “Thank you, Doctor!” she said lightheartedly. The light patting on her back was pleasant, giving a softness to her smile for a moment. She dropped her arms, hair falling back into place over the back of her dress. She turned to face the man as he complimented her beauty. Narcissa wasn’t quite one piece; not normal by any means…but it was lovely to be seen as such by someone. Her fingers lifted to brush against the long since stitched part of her face, running from her cheek across her nose, and to the bone of the other. Blue eyes lifted to see Wilhelm’s face while he suggested checking on Roxanne. The idea was more than enough to excite the Frankensteinian girl.

“Okay!” she said simply, brightening up. As chipper as ever, she waited for the Doctor to open the door for her, and gave him a wave before running through to look for the couple. He had sent them to the fitting room…she knew where that was! It only took a few minutes before she arrived in the doorway. “Roxanne!” she sang out in the woman’s favorite tune. The song the lab had often played simply for enjoyment. She lifted her arms to show her excitement, a rather wide grin placed over her lips. “We found one that fits!” She danced across the floor, holding onto an invisible partner. She came to a stop in front of Loc and looked him up and down quite obviously with slightly wide eyes and with a mouth gaping open. “You did really good!” Narcissa told the nurse. “He looks good!”

Temp:  Roxanne was actually starting to find the attention Loc gave her…desirable. Feeling desired and being fawned over felt very nice, even from someone like Loc. She knew he was attracted to her, and was even more so attracted to her boobs. It wasn’t like she never got compliments or looks before, but this was different. Something felt wrong, or missing from her life. She had always found herself to be happy and cheerful regardless of what was going on, but maybe that was a bad thing. There was never anything she did for herself. She was a creation of sorts, and she had an owner, so such a thing wasn’t something that was normally considered. For the first time she could remember, she was starting to feel…depressed.

Narcissa joining her and Loc went unnoticed for a fair bit of time. Roxanne stood completely still and simply stared at the floor with her head tilted down. Why hadn’t the Doctor picked out a dress for her? Why did he want her to go with someone else? Why was she even feeling this way? Her thoughts were all over the place, but she would eventually snap out of it thanks to Narcissa’s constant enthusiasm.“You can pick out a dress for me if you’d like, Narcissa.” Maybe that would help make Narcissa more excited and happy. She knew that her being made use of was thrilling to her, and she loved the silly girl, so why not make her happy? If the Doctor wanted to go with her then so be it. Narcissa was a lovely creature. She deserved it.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Hell’s Kitchen – The Doctor’s chambers

~I sold my soul for one last dance……….~

The doctor had purposely sent Narcissa to check on Roxanne and Loc. He wanted time alone and wandered down the hall to his own chambers – the one place where he had absolute solitude. The doctor never allowed his creatures or creations to enter this place. Even Igor had not been beyond the door. Why, you might wonder?

Undoing the lock, the doctor turned the handle and then entered his suite. A black velvet curtain covered the entrance to the inner domain to block out the light from the hall. To also stop peering eyes. What the creations didn’t know of the Doctor was a dark secret. Sure, he showed his best side when in their company. The Doctor was the Creator, a man of great talent and skill that was unsurpassed by many in his field. His contemporaries in the ‘other’ world all thought he was a crazed lunatic. The idea of reanimation of dead tissue to be science fiction. His theories mocked and his ideas laughed at. Oh, but how wrong they were.

The room was unlike anything else in Hell’s kitchen. A large four poster bed was at one end, that looked like it had not been slept in. A tall floor mirror stood to one side with a woman’s dressing table with three mirrors and a black satin covered stool. On the dresser were a brush set with ivory handles all laid out neatly, a silver jewel box that when you opened had a ballerina that twirled around to a delightful tune. The doctor walked over to stand before the mirror, not bothering to look up – but instead he was staring at the jewel box. He lifted the lid as the ballerina started to dance. Slowly twirling in time to the tune. The doctor closed his eyes tight, as though the song brought back memories…of when she used to dance. Of when….they used to dance.

 

~Haunting voice~ “You have two left feet, Wil.”

A tear ran down the Doctor’s face as he started to dance with his lover in his mind.

 

~RB~

 

 

 

 

Terrors of the mind – SS.

 

Scene setting : The House of Red Velvet.

co-written with Temp, Moo & Artie.

 

Artie:  At the tightening of the collar around her neck, Bandit would grit her teeth and give a low growl of disapproval. Though she would give few emotions, staring at Raul and then flickering her eyes to ‘Riley.’ The mist would make her blink in irritation, her hand reaching up and waving away the liquid.. Though she would still inhale some on that initial breath of surprise.. “You will see.. what I will do.. to that terrible imitation you call my ‘love..'” Bandit snarled, walking past Raul and bumping her shoulder quite forcefully into his chest. A look of murder was on her face – not because of the acts that Riley did, as she was used to this in her human life, but because of the fact that she knew this was not Riley to begin with. Her hand balled into a fist as she walked to a table, taking an object into her hand and then walking.. She would pause, raising the hand with a flash of silver within it up to her eye and then closing one – she would purse her lips to the side as she focused then, gritting her teeth.. She would only have a small window before Riley disappeared behind the curtain..

Her hand would then jerk forwards as she released the knife and let it go, flinging it towards Riley as the outsider’s eye would see no more than a whisk of the metal in the air.. A dull thud and then a scream from the courtesan as the knife had buried itself into Riley’s neck from the back, a straight point as it was flung with such force it pierced all the way through. Bandit would abruptly turn on her heel, ignoring Raul’s initial taunts and walking past him with a straight posture… She would begin to head to the door of the club, focusing now on removing this blasted collar.. It was beginning to choke her a bit, her lips pursing in discontent..

 

Temp:  Roxanne made no fuss or complaint when the Doctor brought her onto the dance floor. The music that was playing was something she and the Doctor were familiar with, and so was the dance that went with it. She remained bubbly and happy as she whipped around the dance floor with him, letting out subtle giggles at Igor and Narcissa. They were both co-workers, but also people she considered friends. It didn’t matter to her if they didn’t feel the same way, for whatever reason. Igor was busy with a not-so-good-looking ‘lady’, and Narcissa was going ham on multiple types of food. It was good to see them both out of the Lab and doing something, even if it wasn’t necessarily ‘fun’. Regardless of what those two were doing, she would continue the dance with the Doctor.

 

Moo:  Narcissa plowed through her food like no tomorrow. Noises of content sounded, along with rather loud chomping and sipping. There seemed to be a cleared diameter around the table, people naturally avoiding the horrific sight. “This food is so good!” she exclaimed. Even some of the food she couldn’t describe for the life of her. What had they called it? Caviar? Whatever. In went a spoon full!
It hadn’t taken the Doctor long to offer a dance to the ever lovely Roxanne, causing Narcissa to smile with delight. The two stood and went to the dance floor, and almost immediately after, Igor was pulled away by some masculine looking lady. Or wait, was it a feminine looking man? She stared at the fuzz on his upper lip, as thick as a caterpillar. Igor called out for help when she gleefully bounced from her chair and swept across the floor. It was amazing her dress hadn’t torn yet, considering it was already to its limits. The monster laughed while she cut between the two. “May I have this dance?” she asked with a bow. She couldn’t bend to her fullest, as the seems were beginning to protest. Narcissa swept back up and took Igor’s hand, sweeping him away into a waltz. Sort of. His feet barely skidded against the ground while she lifted him and spun on the dance floor. “This is fun!” she cried, giggling. “You’re such a good dancer, Igor!”

 

Razorbackwriter:  ~The Dance floor~

The tempo of the music was lively and of course as it came to a crescendo, the Doctor whipped a rose out from the vase on a table that he and Roxanne passed and placed it between his teeth with a light growl of satisfaction. This had been quite a night and a triumph both for the lab team, and the new contract to work exclusively for the Prince of Pride. Leading Roxanne around the floor, the couple made a fine pair – applauded by many. Watching his creation Roxanne with a twinkle in his eyes, the Doctor mused “We should….go dancing more often. Yes. I like this side of you.” A crooked smile and then the Doctor stood back and bowed to his favorite nurse Roxanne for the song was over. He then gestured for them to sit at their table, while it would seem that Narcissa; who had been enjoying the buffet a great deal was in a tussle with the manly Trisha Von Ticka. Igor didn’t know which was worse. The hairy lipped Trisha or the Frankenstein like Narcissa. One thing was for sure, when Narcissa made up her mind, the hump back was only going to be dancing with one woman. Ripped away from Trisha, who stood there pouting with her hands on her hips – Igor was whisked off his feet and had begun the Waltz with the monster girl. “This is fun!” She enthused, as the crowd erupted at the new couple tripping the light fantastic.

Lighting a cigar at the table, the Doctor enjoyed watching Igor dance with Narcissa. “They are good…yes?” he asked of Roxanne, as the pair swanned past them. “Igor is so light on his feet.” No truer word was said. Blowing a puff of smoke, the Doctor then gave a wink and said to Roxanne; “When they are done we return to the Kitchen and check on our newest creation.”

~Raul’s booth~

The Warlock could see the collar tighten around Bandit’s neck, and he sneered as he gave her the options on what to do next. Naturally, Bandit had not lost any of her spunk…or her bite it seemed. Always so head strong and un-lady like. It was like watching a lioness. Proud and unyielding. Bandit did inhale some of the mist that had come from the collar, but she spotted a fake straight away and called the Warlock’s bluff. Menacingly, she then took a knife from one of the nearby tables and threw it with force and accuracy to strike the fake Riley through the neck. A loud cry followed by a female scream came from behind the curtain. The imposter….dead.

“Tsk tsk tsk.” The Warlock tuttered his tongue as the defiant Bandit turned on her heel and made her way towards the exit with her head held high. Did she really think he would just let her get away so easily after going to all the trouble of having Eva track her down? In a crowded room, filled with patrons, dancers and Hell’s elite – the Warlock was about to put on a right star performance. A bright spot light hit Bandit’s back as two large bouncers came in from the outside of the exit and blocked Bandit’s way.

“Ladies…and Gentlemen. Tonight…the House of Red Velvet is proud to present my newest….attraction.”

Many of the guests including the Doctor and his table would see the statuesque Warlock whip off his cloak that beneath it had a blood red silk. He spun the cloak around him much like a matador would in a dance, only this was no such thing. The Warlock uttered three words, though it was hard to tell what he was saying. “Shuda…Verama….Decesi!” The collar around Bandit’s neck started to glow brightly as each of the jewels blazed in colour. Red….gold…green, blue…and of course a brilliant diamond. The strap of the collar started to tighten around Bandit’s neck as she slowly started to rise off the floor. The collar’s magic was coming into the fore.

The crowd started to applaud as the Warlock raised his arms and then moved his fingers as though playing a piano – this would cause Bandit to float over the tables of the many on lookers towards a stage at the rear of the club. Here red velvet curtains parted to reveal a well oiled male wearing just a loin cloth but his head was covered with a strange mask that had no mouth and only slits for eyes and holes for his nose. He flexed his muscular arms and then his pecs as the girl floated towards him He stood by a large rack that was the kind that they used in medieval times. A whipping post. As Bandit would lower, the oiled giant reached out to snatch her from the sky, much to the Warlock’s amusement. Struggle as she would dare, the giant attempt to tie her to the cross, that is positioned so that the victim has her back facing the audience.

Down amongst the crowd, the Warlock was chuckling darkly as he turned to his many eager patrons that loved to administer a little bit of pain to the Warlock’s employees. Picking up a cat of nine tails, the Warlock swirled it in his hand and then offered it to the first man to raise their hand.

“Come now….we have a very naughty girl who needs a good lashing. Any takers?”

There came a burst of hands in the sky, but the closest of them happened to be…..the Ambassador.

“Oh…me…pick me!” the wig wearing Ambassador cried out – his gloved hand raised on high. The Warlock smirked and tossed the cat of nine tails to the Ambassador. “Valmont, my dear friend. She’s all yours.”

~RB~

Artie:  “What the fuck?” Bandit’s hand would go to the collar around her neck as her whole body was suddenly floating, the club’s eyes on her.. This was ridiculous. The warlock had always been one for dramatics, but now she could do no more than laugh at the pure stupidity of it all.. Clearly, her attitude had shifted in her time in hell. She was more skeptical, more of a realist.. Anything the warlock did only made her laugh in a bitter tone. “Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Her voice sounded as though she was done with such a show, raising a brow at the male in front of her.. She’d learned that the residents of Hell fed off of fear and reactions of that sort.. So instead of squirming she would only sit still at the post, wiggling her wrists a bit but not giving much more of a struggle..

As if he’d get her to cry for release and that she didn’t want to be here.. He was kidding himself, she would not grovel for such a vile being. “Stop being a fool, get it over with, you bitch.” Bandit rolled her eyes to the ceiling and then kept them there, bracing herself. Her pain tolerance was quite high from years of Hell – she figured she’d feel a slight sting in the beginning, but it was sure to fade with the first whips.. To emphasize her sarcastic attitude, Bandit would then make eye contact with Raul… and yawn. Yawn! She yawned at him, as though she had better places to be than this unforgiving shithole that he called a club.. I’ve seen libraries with better entertainment.. The blonde scoffed, rolling her eyes again and taking a huff of breath.

 

Temp:  Roxanne had very much enjoyed her dance time with the Doctor. Once the song was over and their dance was done she returned the bow that she was given, then returned to the groups table. Narcissa and Igor were spinning around and grabbing all sorts of attention. She found the way they moved to be extremely humorous and couldn’t help but let out several giggles at how silly they were. “Those two are so cute!” She clapped and bobbed side to side as she continued to watch them dance, seemingly unaffected by the other happenings in the area. Whether she was just choosing to ignore it or she just didn’t notice would remain unknown, unless of course she was questioned on the matter.

 

Moo:  Narcissa gleefully led the humpback around on the dance floor, even as he hollered for help. Eventually Igor learned to take things as they went, settling for disdainfully staring out to the crowds of people, focused on not spitting up the hot pocket he’d eaten. The song passed rather quickly for Narcissa, even if he couldn’t say the same. She giggled to herself while she spun him away toward the table, in which he barely avoided bumping into, instead tripping over his feet and falling in front of it. Her hand went to her lips with a little “oops” before she cracked a smile, waving at applauding onlookers.
She swept over the dance floor to the table after a moment, aiming for her plate of food. Hopefully it hadn’t gotten too cold. She sat down and took a big bite before dramatics began in the room. “Are we going home?” she asked with a full mouth. It was interesting to watch someone float over the room. Narcissa clapped her hands, oblivious. Though as the woman was strapped onto a rack and a sort of whip was revealed, she sat a little more quietly with interest.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The Doctor was not so much one for dramatics or tasteless acts. He could see what was happening with the hapless collared girl and the featured rack that was positioned up on a small stage for the crowds viewing pleasure. Frowning slightly as he heard the girl’s abusive taunts to the Warlock, the Doctor checked his watch. Wilhelm’s mind was racing. Now that he had secured the contract he really needed to get his team back to the Hell’s Kitchen and work on the creation that he had left strapped to a table. Narcissa asked if they were going home, as she could tell by the doctor’s face that he had had enough. “Yes, my Dear. I do hope you enjoyed the feast and the dancing, but it is time that we all got back to work. Idle hands make no profit.” He declared, nodding to Igor – whose eyes were still spinning in their sockets from having danced with Narcissa and the manly lady. “Right…behind you, Master.” Igor said, as he tried to stand up and not fall over from being dizzy.

Putting on his coat, he motioned for the group to follow him back out to the Hell’s kitchen roadster that was parked outside. The team had a lot to do when they got back. Most importantly, was to test their new creation. The Doctor placed a good wad of cash in the bill folder and then marched towards the door, not bothering to look back at the girl on the rack.

As they all reached the car, the Doctor opened the door for Narcissa and Roxanne, while flicking his finger for Igor to jump in the driver’s seat. Hopefully he would be able to drive in a straight line. To each of his assistants the Doctor said. “We should do this more often, and with the Prince’s commission, we will be able too.”

(Lab Team TC)

~The Red Velvet Stage~

Yawn. That is what Bandit did when she was strapped to the rack on the stage before the dinner crowd. She thought so little of the Warlock and his games that she treated him with little to no respect at all. Bandit would not succumb to being the subject for the amusement of the Red Velvet’s patrons, and her continued defiance in the face of pain was not all that surprising. Not to the Warlock. He knew Bandit like the back of his own hand. It was one of the reasons he found her so fascinating and had followed her to hell. Strength in spirit and in will. But the human mind is only able to handle so much, and while it was clear that she had built up a resistance to the likes of the Warlock, he still had a few cards up his sleeves.

Snapping his fingers, Raul signaled for the loin cloth wearing beast man to tear away Bandit’s clothes to expose her to the crowd below. All gasped and some chuckled at the sound of tearing fabric, while Valmont stood off to the side – idly tapping the cat of nine tails against the side of his leg….almost like he was waiting for something. Whether or not Bandit remembered, the Warlock was still capable of some very powerful mind tricks. He had the power to make illusions seem….very real. Not just to touch….but to feel.

Slowly, the Warlock went up the stairs to the stage, as the tempo of the music got slower. A bizarre tune was playing. You could say it was hypnotic. A smile crept upon the Warlock’s face as he mused at how Bandit was playing for the crowd. Courage. You had to admire it. The Warlock’s nose twitched and again the collar gave off a fine mist before the view in front of Bandit’s eyes would become clouded. The room itself and everything in it, including the patrons would go into some sort of slow motion like effect, with even the Warlock’s words sounding slurred. A ripple passed through the air and reached Bandit – lightly caressing her skin. The Ambassador was still waiting. Why was he waiting….and what for? It was then that the Warlock started to change in appearance. From the sly looking gentleman, to a beast like creature – red skinned and wearing a suit that was like something from the 1940’s. He crooned as the rippling feeling continued to wash over Bandit’s body.

The chatter and laughter now sounded sick and twisted as the whole room was now blending in with the slick crooning of the Warlock. Then out of nowhere, the cat of nine tails struck. Once. That one hit that tore open Bandit’s flesh as though cutting ribbons. Red blood seeping….but it was not just blood. Worms…maggots…vile creepy crawlies crept out of her skin, while beneath it was now alive. Bubbling burning beneath the surface. Enough to make any sane person scream. Itching…teasing….eating.

~RB~

 

Artie:  The human female hadn’t given much of a response to the loin clothed man, instead giving a scoff and staring down at the ground. She still couldn’t quite get over how humor of an idea it was that he even existed. Typical. Her eyes would gaze at the ground as the cold gaze of many gazed over her body, her form stiffening a bit but yet she made no further moves. Not as though she had much a reaction. Bandit knew what buttons to push and Hell had hardened her to such tortures. What, did he think he was the first to arrive and try to make an example of her? The thought made her laugh, a quiet noise that accompanied an eye roll. Sure, she was a bit red in some areas from the ripping of her clothes, and perhaps even bruised. Clothing did not come off easily, despite how easy it sounded in words written on paper.

The blonde stared into space, wincing a bit and giving a sharp intake of breath at the sharp pain suddenly on her back. There was a sharp noise of the hard and unyielding fabric on her sensitive skin, her eyes squeezing shut for a brief moment. Perhaps if she disconnected herself she could push through this. Her eyes closed and the cold of the chains around her wrists slowly began to fade, as she went back to her thoughts of the days beforehand. There was a slight feeling of crawling all around her, but she could easily ignore it with her closed eyes. Amusing how the sounds of others became easily twisted into some sort of horror show that she didn’t want to be apart of. Bandit would grit her teeth lightly, her breathing slowly as she focused on something other than her physical senses and presence, as they were currently compromised by Raul’s magic. If she couldn’t rely on her physical body she would retreat into her mental.. Though to be frank, that wasn’t much better at the moment.

She could only think of the betrayal of Riley. She knew it wasn’t real, but the fact that the warlock knew anything — no, she shouldn’t be surprised. He was a sneaky little thing for a reason, after all. Bandit breathed slowly, retreating to her own world in her mind as her body became somewhat.. unoccupied? Though, the warlock may be a bit surprised to see Bandit’s wounds on her back slowly healing. She found that the crawling began to go away, as her mind recovered from the mist’s effects.. Clearly, she wasn’t prone to anything that could alter her state of mind and body.. but, it wasn’t going to last as long as it usually did. This was an effect of something that she was under the influence of.. but what..?

 

Razorbackwriter:  Life is but an illusion, and we are all players on the grand stage. The mind tells us what to see, and when it can will shield us from the most horrific of circumstances. Think of it as a built in safety switch. What we see, what we feel are all transmitted and collated by our mind’s sensors and thus we deduct from that and react accordingly. Some break so easily when their mind is pushed to the limits, and it was clear that Bandit had come to use a special ability of attachment. Burrowing deep inside her sub conscious and finding refuge from the evil that was the Warlock. Odd how this “human” was able to perform such feats that went above and beyond what is considered to be normal capabilities. But…this was the Warlock’s special forte. The mind. Said to be one of the most powerful part of the human anatomy and in most case only used to a minor percentage of its capability, the Warlock had been studying them and their limits for many years. He had been inside Bandit’s mind before….and would so again – so long as the collar remained firmly clasped to her neck.

As Bandit retreated behind the walls of her mind, her body strangely began to heal itself, as the vile worms, and maggots vanished like sparkling dust from her skin. The warped goings on of the House of Red Velvet started to black out and even the cries of laughter and pleasure would fade into nothingness as the entire room became a black void. The Ambassador, the loin clothed man had seemed to turn into…..hedge like statues, as the stage was replaced by a simple stone square within a large garden maze. The chains and ropes that bound Bandit turned to snakes and slithered from her body, dropping onto the stone path below. A long and lonely wolf howled in the distance, and there was the faint sight of lights….sparkling…dazzling – yet so so far away. A lone raven sat upon one of the stone statue’s head and cawed at Bandit, to rouse her from her mind.

 

~RB~

 

 

 

Special Delivery – SS

 

Scene setting : The House of Red Velvet.

co-written with Temp and Moo.

 

Temp:  The man that owned this place must have been rich…like super ultra mega rich. There were beautiful women everywhere and everything in the place looked so expensive. Part of her wondered how the Doctor would pay for this celebration of theirs, but it really didn’t matter. Roxanne, Wilhelm, Narcissa, and even Igor would enjoy the time they spent here. As soon as food was brought up she realized that she hadn’t even looked over the menu. A slight panic shot through her as she looked at all her friends nervously. Thankfully, the Doctor knew exactly what he wanted…why not just copy him?“Umm!…I want what he’s gettin!” She looked at the waiter and nodded her head up and down in further approval, happy with this decision.

 

Moo:  
Narcissa had been so occupied admiring her surroundings that she had barely noticed the waiters who flooded their table. She gasped while she let go of Igor with haste, only to pick up one of the crystal glasses and peer through it at the people around them, and then more of the decorations throughout the room. Material things were called such for a reason…but they sure were nice to look at! She set the glass down after the good Doctor made his order. Narcissa wouldn’t have to look through the menu to know what she wanted! At least, not after he had pointed out the all-you-can-eat buffet. Roxanne had just finished noting that she would have the same as the Doctor when the monster slapped her hand down on the table, causing the glasses nearby to tremble momentarily. “I want the buffet!” None of that food would go to waste, surely! Not with Narcissa here. She would try every single plate of food that table had to offer. And she would even grab seconds for desert! She loved the taste of sweets more than anything, and had to be altered so she could keep the food down. It hardly made sense to strangers that an undead would want to stuff themselves full…only to waste any nutrients a mortal could obtain through the food.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The Doctor chuckled at how Roxanne wanted the same meal that he was having. Easing back in his chair, he watched on with delight at how his staff were reacting to the wild antics inside the Red Velvet. This was no ordinary outing, since the Doctor was more of a TV dinner type of guy, but with the success of his latest creation he knew that as soon as word got out about his plans, that they would be racking in the gold. So, one night out was well worth the expense considering.

Outside of the Red Velvet, a familiar black carriage pulled up. It was none other than Vicomte de Valmont. Having been sent by the Prince of Pride to find the good Doctor, he had decided to pull into the best little club in all of Lust to wet his whistle and feed his need for female flesh. As luck would chance it, he was walking right into the perfection situation, with the Doctor already there with his staff. Valmont was going to be able to kill two birds with one stone.

The waiter took the orders as each put them forth, and it was with a bemused expression that he heard Narcissa shout that she wanted the Buffet. It was a connoisseurs delight, with foods from all over hell and beyond. Mouth watering meals to please any palate. The waiter came back with a plate for Narcissa and directed her where she may start, as the others would be brought their entrees first. Igor, getting his hot pocket.

As the Doctor was about to tuck into the soup – his spoon held elegantly, they would be approached by the wig wearing Valmont, who made a showman’s like introduction.

“Ah…Doctor, so good to see you. Ladies.” He said, acknowledging each at the table, before seeing Igor and raising a brow. “Nice hump.”

The Doctor placed down his spoon and placed his napkin on the table, before rising to shake the Ambassador’s hand.

“Valmont, what are you doing here? Or is that a ridiculous question considering the many beauties?’ The Doctor shook Valmont’s hand warmly before offering him a chair at their table. The Ambassador instead shook his head. “I have a special booth that I am going to, but before I do. I need to speak with you about….your latest project.”

The Doctor tilted his head, wondering why the Ambassador would want to discuss business before pleasure. “What of it?” The Doctor asked, before the Ambassador got right down to business. “I’ve been advised to inform you that the Prince of Pride – Astaroth is going to be employing you and taking all the soldiers you can supply….PLUS provide you with a near endless supply of corpses.”

Wilhelm was somewhat shocked by this. He hadn’t even begun a promotional campaign for his new warriors. “Are you serious? How did he even know about it?” It was a good question, and the Ambassador twirled a blonde lock of hair around his finger. “Oh…a little bird told him. None the less, he wanted to make sure that you were informed directly, hence my stopping by before going off to enjoy one of the Diamond dogs.”

The Doctor paused, before looking at his staff and wondered what they thought of all this. “Roxanne? Narcissa? What do you think? Should I accept?” Wilhelm thought highly of his staff and in a matter such as this, he wanted their input.

~RB~

 

Temp:  Roxanne wasn’t surprised that Narcissa decided on the buffet, it completely fit with who she was. Undead or not, the girl certainly could eat! She couldn’t help but smile and wave at all the people that she walked by, completely unaware of their lustful stares. Her body fit right in with this place, though she would never understand such a thing. Once all the food was brought to the group of friends, Roxanne giggled in excitement. There was a moment of silence and stillness from her as she examined the food, but that would all be tossed aside as she began to dig in. She would wave at Valmont as he greeted them all, but was paying more attention to her food than the words being shared. When she was questioned though, she stopped completely. Her eyes wandered from the Doctor to Valmont, and back again. It took a moment for her to compute what they had been talking about, and her mind was made up just as fast. “A Prince is a good customer, and bodies are good! I like it!” She really didn’t know Astaroth, but a Prince was in his position for a good reason…right?
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Eva would eventually show up at the House of Red Velvet, having decided that she would deliver Bandit to Raul personally. Whether or not that was what he wanted didn’t really matter to her. The job was done and the package delivered, easy money. She nudged Bandit forward and through the front doors of the building, not giving her much time to think or speak. Her presence in the building was enough to stir a commotion, both because of who she was and the notorious weapon in her hand. Any demon she shot with the Makarov would be fucked, and they all knew it. “Special Delivery!” Her voice was loud enough to be heard despite the music and the commotion around them. Hopefully Raul would show up quickly and take Bandit off of her hands. She really didn’t want to know what he was going to do with the girl at this point.

 

Moo:  Narcissa clapped her hands excitedly in her seat while she was given a plate. “Buffet, here I come!” Just as the monster began to stand, the ever charming, wig wearing Valmont made his appearance. She plopped back down into her seat, looking slightly depressed for an instant before being greeted, to which she would smile again with a nod. Her time waiting through the small talk only made her fingers twitch and drum over the sides of the plate. Obviously, she was in a hurry to get to that table of food, as she barely regarded the small talk the two gentlemen were making.
Upon being questioned by the good Doctor, Naricissa would nod her head with enthusiasm. “The prince will have what he wants!” Pride definitely sounded like a spoiled prince! And having an endless amount of corpses meant good for everyone in the lab. The fact that Wilhelm had asked their opinions meant they were important! That was good! The monster’s drumming and continuous movement seemed to subside in the slightest, now interested in what the Doctor had to say.

 

Razorbackwriter:  With both Roxanne and Narcissa approving of the idea that the Prince of Pride take the super soldier contract, the Doctor gave Valmont what he wanted. Shaking his hand again, Wilhelm said to Valmont. “You go tell Astaroth that we begin working on his first shipment as soon as we return to Hell’s Kitchen. Again, I thank you for this wonderful news.” The Ambassador was pleased to see that there was no argument from the Doctor. When the Prince of Pride made up his mind to be the sole client, and that the Doctor and his team only worked for him, there was to be no misunderstandings of his intent. The only Kingdom to have access to this new secret fighting force would be Pride.

The Ambassador clicked his heels together, before leaving the lab team to enjoy their meals. Wilhelm urged Narcissa. “What are you waiting for, my dear? Go…load up your plate.”

With Narcissa probably heading off to the buffet like a shot, that left the Doctor with Igor and Roxanne. Igor was enjoying his hot pocket, now that Narcissa had left the table. The Doctor winked at Roxanne as she was about to enjoy the same meal as he.

“After this meal….we dance! Ahaha!”

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So different the Doctor seemed in this environment. But either way, his worries for where to get more corpses and who would pay was now solved.

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In another part of the Red Velvet, the Warlock was seated at a table surrounded by some of his risque dancers. They were all fawning over him, as he sat in the middle of the booth, watching out for signs of trouble amongest his clientele. So far the night had been drama free, and Raul noted that Valmont, the Ambassador to the Kingdoms was present. He always tipped big for some of Raul’s beauties. The Doctor and his entourage were enjoying the Velvet’s menu, even the hunchback. Everything was going beautifully, but the night was about to get even better, with the arrival of the leader of the Anarchy division – Eva. Her voice sang out over the crowd, and it was unmistakable. Grinning like a fool, Raul got up from his table, much to the disappointment of the women that surrounded him. All with eyes like slits at whoever had garnered Raul’s attention.

“Special Delivery!”

Those words could mean only one thing. Eva had captured Bandit. Making his way through the crowd and past the tables of patrons, the Warlock approached the pair with a devilish look in his eyes.

“Gift wrapped, I hope.” He sneered.

 

~RB~

 

Science fiction – SS.

Scene setting : Hell’s Kitchen, the Lab.

co-written with Temp & Moo.

 

Temp:  Roxanne placed the severed limbs of bodies in bins which were labeled, keeping track of how many she placed. She didn’t want to reach for an arm and pull out a thigh which was the reasoning behind keeping limbs organized. Her mind and body were both so consumed in dancing and dismembering that she didn’t notice the Doctors violent outburst. In fact, she was completely tuned out from the world around her, only hearing the music and only seeing the corpses. As soon as the song ended she snapped out of it, now taking the Doctors words in. She was glad he liked the song that she had chosen, and looked over at him, offering a satisfied smile. “It makes me feel all giddy and alive! Plus, I seem to cut up bodies really well while listening to it!” There was a rather large amount of limbs in the different labeled bins already. She had worked really quickly and efficiently during the duration of that song. It took a moment to register just how messy the Doctors work station was, which wasn’t exactly unusual, but it seemed…different somehow. Instead of giving it any sort of deep thought, she looked away and started to get back to work. These limbs weren’t going to cut themselves!

 

Razorbackwriter:  Thankfully, Roxanne took no real notice of the Doctor’s violent attack on the head of the orc. Just as well, for he really didn’t want to go into the reason why. The past…was the past. Igor took out a small dust pan and brush, and came up alongside the doctor and started to sweep up the small shattered parts of the Orc’s skull, every now and then glancing up and giving a sympathetic nod. He knew….oh yes, he knew.

It was surprising just how many body parts they had in the chop shop and with Roxanne’s efficiency they were processing and putting the body bits, limbs and innards into the right piles for catalogue. One might ask, what was the point in all this? Surely orcs and dark elves were not going to walk in the door and ask for a replacement arm….or leg. The truth of the matter however was far more interesting.

The Doctor had for the longest time been thinking of how to utilize the dead bodies for something far more lucrative, than just being a spare parts shop. Long lonely nights in his tower, he had ideas. Grand visions of what would be the perfect product to sell to the Princes of Hell. What did every Kingdom need…and had trouble obtaining after a war such as the one at Wrath?

A new army. Scientifically enhanced, and made from the body parts of the fallen. Yes, the dead rising again….and again to serve their Masters. Question was, had the Doctor started on what would be the Ultimate fighting machine? If one was to look at the large sheet covered creature in the main part of the Hospital to see that his greatest experiment may soon come to life. All he needed was a bolt of lightning…..and a good brain.

Turning to his dancing assistant, Roxanne, the Doctor asked;

“Any….royals or…dead knights in amongst that lot?”

~RB~

 

Temp:  Roxanne looked over at the doctor upon hearing him speak. “Royalty or Knights? I’ll look through the pile!” She skipped over to where the bodies were being kept, and began to rummage through them. There were all sorts of ways to determine whether or not a body belonged to someone of importance, it was just a matter of knowing where to look. While looking through the bodies she searched for brands as well as insignias, which would be the most reliable way to determine importance. Eventually she found a rather powerful looking demon, of course…he was now dead. Regardless, he had a branding and Insignia behind his ears that belonged to Greed. From what she could gather, this was one of the royal guard. “How bout’ a royal guard? In good condition might I add!” She shouted as she stood up and out of the pile of corpses, holding the body of the royal guard in the air above her.

 

Razorbackwriter:  “How bout’ a royal guard? In good condition might I add!”

Roxanne was quick to find a suitable candidate for the Doctor’s latest experiment, as she hoisted the body of a royal guard high above her head whilst standing upon the pile of other bodies. Though bloody, it was clear this was one of Wrath’s own guards, and Wilhelm could not help but smirk.

“Perfect! Good strong bloodline. They are picky about their guards. Bring him down, Roxanne.” The Doctor ordered, as he waved his hand for Igor to follow. Igor dropped off the last body onto the sorting table, and then ambled after his Master, every so often, he would shoot a disdainful look back at Roxanne. He just found her to be too bouncy for the Lab, which he believed should be a much more serious kind of place. As he shuffled along, Igor asked; “Why a royal guard and not some other stiff, Master?” He was curious as to the Doctor’s reasoning.

Doctor Wilhelm shrugged his shoulders lightly, and said in reply. “Because, I need the brain of one that is well trained in the arts of battle, quick off the mark. Dependable.”

“Yes…but this one is dead, He can’t of been very good now can he?” The humpback had a point, but this was when the Doctor explained about the war. “You are always going to have victims on both sides of such a conflict. Maybe he died defending the Princess….who knows? Now, let’s get to work.”

Reaching the shrouded body which was his latest experiment, he ripped the sheet back, to reveal a giant of a man. So large that one had to wonder just what he was. He barely fit on the table. The face was covered in scars and his eyes stared out blindly at the room. There was no heart beat. He…like most other things…was dead. The Doctor stroked the giant’s face gently, like a father to a son.

“Isn’t he a beauty?”

“Err…you’re kidding right?” the hunchback said, trying not to throw up in his mouth.

~RB~

 

Temp:  
Roxanne wasted no time, and immediately followed the Doctors orders. She hopped out of the pile of bodies and skipped along with the body, following Wilhelm and Igor. The looks she was often given by Igor didn’t quite compute with her, almost as if she couldn’t see them. Perhaps it was just because she didn’t really care about what others thought about her. Regardless, she placed the body of the guard onto a table near the shrouded body. She hadn’t quite gotten a good look at this experiment, but was excited nonetheless. Once the sheet was removed she gave the creature a good look, almost like she was entranced. “Ohhhh myyyy…he looks amazing Doc!” She simply couldn’t help herself, and started bouncing around the table, examining the creature thoroughly. It was not yet alive, but she had a feeling that would soon change. The Doctor really was a genius.

 

Razorbackwriter:  “He is, isn’t he?” The Doctor enthused, still stroking the giant’s cheek slowly. Caressing it even. Igor couldn’t see the attraction. Roxanne’s enthusiasm was always welcomed, since Igor was not as jovial in spirit. Getting the two bodies ready, the Doctor snapped on his rubber gloves and then headed for a large trolley – where he flipped back the blue sheet to uncover a bevy of knives, scalpels, hammers and other surgical tools to be used in the delicate operation. In the background, many of the electrical support system switches were being turned on by Igor and the machines buzzed shrilly in the foreground.

The Doctor passed his ipod docking station and pressed play to his favorite song.

The slab filled with music as the Doctor nudged Roxanne to get with the program. “Be ready to catch the brains, and then we do the switch.” He ordered, as he started to make an incision into the head of the royal guard of Wrath. Slicing all the way around, he then took out an electric saw, and started to cut the skull open to make a perfect entrance point to harvest the guard’s brain. His foot tapped along in time to the music, while igor kept a good eye…his only good eye on the machines, and the weather forecast. You see, the Doctor needed a thunderstorm in order to finish the experiment. Lightning being the key ingredient. Scooping out the royal guard’s brain, he then passed it to his busty Nurse, Roxanne and mouthed.

“Keep it safe, Roxy!”

Moving to the giant, it was good to see, he had already made incisions and all he had to do was snap off the top of the giant’s skull. A large scooper and he took out the giant’s brain, which he tossed into the nearest garbage can. In his mind, he didn’t think it would ever be needed, not even in an orc.

Pulling up a small swivel chair, and flicking down his headband flashlight, he gestured for Roxanne to place the brain inside the empty skull of the giant, so that he could do the micro surgery needed to rewire the brain to the giant’s head. It would be painstaking, and delicate – but the Doctor was a perfectionist and he was certain that this new breed of super soldier would be a hit with the Princes of hell.

 

~RB~

Temp:  Roxanne was eager to get started on this little experiment, and was rather curious as to what the Doctor had in mind. She watched him, completely in awe, as he began to get to work. She was ready for anything at this point. There wasn’t much that she could do at the moment, until of course she was ordered to catch some brains. Her body bounced back and forth as she held out her hands as if she was ready to catch a football. Of course, it wasn’t actually thrown at her. The brain was taken into her hands once it was passed to her, and she held it in anticipation. The brain was placed into the skull of the giant creature upon being given the order. There was no way she was going to miss out on this, and so she sat herself down on a nearby chair. Her gaze would not leave the Doctor and the Giant, as is she was completely entranced by it.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Transfixed by his work, the Doctor continued on. Painstakingly putting back together the nerve ends that would attach the new brain to the dead tissue of the giant before him. Roxanne was a treasure in the way she kept in close, but not to close to bump or knock the Doctor as he worked. Those breasts did have a habit of being bouncy at the wrong times, and knocking over everything from test tubes to Igor if his hump got in the way. The operation would continue on for a few hours more. Perfection could not be rushed, and the Doctor was….a perfectionist when it came to his work. This giant was the prototype of what would be many. His dreams to create a super army was so tantalizingly close, he could almost taste it.

Finally, the Doctor sat back and then reached for the staple gun, as he place the skull fragment back over the spot where he had put the new brain in. The constant ~whack whack whack~ sound of the metal staple being fired into the giant’s skull would echo through the room, till at last the Doctor set down the staple gun and then ripped off his mask.

“Now….Igor. Go up to the north tower and…..fly a kite.”

Igor looked at the doctor strangely, as he thought this was a bad time to be taking recreational leave to…fly a kite.

“Why Master?”

The Doctor turned around and got up off his stool, to walk to one of the other benches, where there was a kite and a key tied to the end of it. He handed it to Igor and patted his hump. “You are going to catch me some lightning.” the Doctor said with a quirky smirk. Igor gasped at the thought. “But I’ll get zapped.” He was not liking this part of the operation at all.

“Just a little bit. Now go!….NOW!”

“Yes….Master.” Igor said wearily, as he trudged off to the tower, his face saddened by the fact the Doctor wanted him to be the lightning catcher.

With him gone, the Doctor tore off his gloves and then cupped Roxanne’s face.

“In just a few hours….we…will have made history.”

~RB~

 

Let’s see what’s on the slab – SS.

 

Scene setting – Hell’s Kitchen

co-written with Temp and Moo.

 

Temp:  Roxanne could only laugh in response to Wilhelm’s joke about Igor’s hump. There was always a cascade of jokes and punch lines delivered in the laboratory. She wouldn’t have it any other way. “He’s Hump Days founder, I swears it!” A hand would be raised and wiggled at Igor after she spoke, followed by a sweet smile. Igor was a strange individual, but also very loyal and helpful. In response to the doctors singing, she moved her body in a seductive fashion. More laughter would follow, and she would begin to walk behind him. While she followed the doctor she nearly burst out laughing, simply due to her remembering him say ‘booby’. Eventually she calmed down as she moved beside the doctor, beginning to place various instruments in their proper locations. The mention of the waiting room as well as any possible patients made her frown, as she knew there currently weren’t any. “Not even one doc, and I even have my girls out!” She placed her hands on her chest and moved her breasts up and down, making a pouty face while she did so.

 

Razorbackwriter:  At the mention of Roxanne’s girls, the Doctor took out his spectacles and placed them on the tip of his nose to see them better. Ah yes. The perfect pair, the dynamic duo. No finer bosoms in all of hell. The Doctor should know, he made them. Whipping off his glasses with a wave of his hand, he uttered. “Perhaps the Princes of Hell have all started batting for the other team. Gone gay, prefer sausage over taco…Ahaha. Nothing would surprise me with that lot.” It was fair to say that the Doctor had some questionable thoughts about the Princes sexual preferences.

The Doctor thought for a moment, on how to encourage more clientele. A large neon sign perhaps. Radio spots on Hell FM, or even….free nose jobs. They were always popular. “We could have you do a commercial. Perhaps in that nasty nursey outfit, really bring in the punters. Mind you, they would all need bibs to catch the drool.” Hounds…the lot of them, the Doctor thought.

With not a patient to be had, it meant that the team could instead work on the bodies that had come in fresh from the field. First things first was to remove all weapons, clothes and personal affects, that they would sell on Ebay and then give each of the bits a good bathing in bleach or acid; which ever worked best.

“Right, to the chop shop!”

That was what the Doctor called his main lab. Though the Lab was offically called Hell’s Kitchen, he liked to have quirky names for his inner rooms.

 

~RB~

 

Temp:  Roxanne leaned forward when the doctor examined her chest, giving him a much clearer view of them. Once he had finished she adjusted her outfit, taking his little sausage vs. taco comment into consideration as she did so. There was no real way of knowing what the sexual desires of the multiple Princes of Hell were, but it probably didn’t matter all that much. Patients came and went, whether they were here to get something taken care of or just to gawk at Roxanne. Such things didn’t bother her, if anything she enjoyed the attention. Bringing in more patients was definitely something that she was interested in though, and the doctors suggestion of a commercial was definitely interesting. Advertising was definitely a good way to get patients, especially if it was using sexual appeal. “Do a little dance and ring em’ in, I like it!” Although, getting more patients would have to wait…there was work to do! She grinned as she heard the words ‘chop shop’, which meant it was time to go into the main lab and deal with corpses. She had a strange fascination with dead bodies, perhaps it was because she was technically dead. Whatever the reason, she was excited, and stepped up beside Wilhelm. “Ready to go, doc!” The main lab was calling, and there were bodies, bodies everywhere.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Bodies bodies, everywhere. All were blooded ripe casualties of war. The doctor, with his ever faithful Roxanne – the buxom zombified beautie entered the chop shop as the sound of bodies being dumped on many a table was heard. Igor ever eager to get the ball rolling, and start processing the body parts. One good thing though, he was putting them in piles that were of their race. So, if it was dark elves, or orc, there would be no mix ups when putting bodies back together, or using parts for experiments.

 

In cages that lined the walls, were various animals that were what one would consider to be mutants. Monkeys with wings, rats with ears growing on their backs. Dog/ Cat hybrids. It really was like something from a terrible horror story, only this was real.

Picking up the head of one poor orc, who had the face only a mother could love, the Doctor got a sharpie, and started making dot marks around his head, for where he planned to cut the skull open to retrieve the brain. He was doing research to see what made them tick and had jars already lined up to take the newly harvested brains. The greeny sick looking head with the mask of death was not pretty, and yet the Doctor handled it like he was dealing with a fine rose or bloom. Delicate hands making light work.

“Turn on the ipod, Roxanne. Let’s have something…cheery to listen to while we work.” The Doc knew she had a good taste in music. Not to mention, with her dancing around with her majestic magoombas in that nurse outfit, it always gave him something nice to look at and enjoy.

 

~RB~

 

Temp:  Roxanne loved working in the chop shop. It was the best place to fulfill her fascination with dead bodies. She walked alongside the Doctor with an excited shake in her step, clearly she was eager to get to work. Stepping away from the Doctor, she approached Igor, who was working on organizing bodies. Her arms would wrap around him from behind, followed by her jumping up and down happily. “Ohhh Igor! You really are amazing y’know!” Roxanne then skipped away, and began to gather various surgical instruments as she approached the Doctor. It seemed he had already gotten started on an Orc, an ugly green colored creature. He was apparently doing some kind of research on that particular race, and was primarily examining their brains. She watched him for a moment, completely entranced by his work, but was snapped out of it as soon as she computed his request for music. “Yessir! Music on the way!” Her body immediately bounced over to the previously mentioned device, which she began to scan through. Eventually she found just what she was looking for, and pressed play. Considering her name was Roxanne, this song fit perfectly for her. It was one of many she loved, especially when she felt like dancing. The version she preferred was different from the one most knew, but was recognizable nonetheless. As soon as the music began to play, she started to dance, moving her body along with the beat. She was well aware of her looks, and how seductive she could be when she danced. It was something she took joy in, for whatever reason. She would continue dancing along with the music, and somehow managed to dismember bodies at the same time. Efficiency!

 

Razorbackwriter:  Igor’s face twitched when Roxanne got in behind him and brought him into an embrace which had her breasts firmly up against his massive hump. He really didn’t like Roxanne getting so close, in fact he hated his hump being touched. “Ohhh Igor! You really are amazing y’know!” The hump back looked like he had just tasted something nasty. Roxanne may look hot, but in truth she is as cold as death itself.“Eww…Master…Master…she humped my hump!” the hunchback protested before he went back to his work.

Of course, the Doctor was all too busy with the orc head in his hand. Holding it up to the light and then turning it slightly; greenish blood dripping out and down his glove and onto the floor. Wilhelm was almost transfixed by the head until the first strains of Roxanne started to play. That…..song. The Doctor slowly lowered the head and set it down on the silver tray where the scalpel lay beside it – ready to begin the dissection.

Wilhelm’s head turns slowly to where Roxanne – his beautiful creation was dancing. The words spoken in the start of the song bringing back a flood of memories…..of her.

We have a dance!
In the brothels of Buenos Aries
Tells the story
Of a prostitute.
And a man… who falls in love…
With her.

First there is desire
Then… passion!
Then… suspicion!
Jealousy! Anger! Betrayal!
Where love is for the highest bidder,
There can be no trust!
Without trust,
There is no love!
Jealousy.
Yes, jealousy…
Will drive you… mad!

If only the nurse knew….what her name and this song meant to Wilhelm. It was the reason he was in hell. It was the reason he created her.

“Roxanne….” Wilhelm said almost breathlessly, as he watched his nurse dance and work at the same time. A flurry of movement and elegance. Macabre….yet he could not look away. As the song reached it’s crescendo, the Doctor’s face was dark like an oncoming storm. He picked up the head of the orc and with a violent explosion of rage he started to rip the flesh clean from the bone sending blood and tufts of hair flying.

 

His sharpened nails broke through the gloves he wore, and in a shocking move he slammed the skull on the side of the work bench, before tearing out the orc’s brain and tossing it into the glass jar to his right. It landed with a loud splash, before sinking to the bottom. Broken bits of skull lay all over his work station, and he coughed before then smiling once more at his team.

“Such a good song that one.”

 

~RB~