Time stops – Hell’s Kitchen : SS

~They say that when you meet the love of your life, time stops – and that’s true.~

iMoo

Narcissa was more or less lost on everything that had just taken place. She resorted to standing idly by, silent as everything was handled by the Doctor alone. More or less, anyway. Everyone had parted on their own without her having to see them out, or ensure that no detours were made. She would simply look after them each time they went, eyes following them curiously before they turned back to Wilhelm. The room was silent again without anyone left to make demands to the man. Narcissa, who had began to look dull, perked up enough that light seemed to flash back in her eyes and the corners of her lips turned up slightly. This was the face best worn for the others in Hell’s Kitchen. It didn’t last long though. The sound of the lift having been silenced in the distance, it was only when the frankensteinian girl began walking toward Wilhelm that he staggered and clutched a work bench. “Doctor?” Her smile faltered while she slowed midstep, reaching out as though to help steady him from where she stood. Everything…I did, I did for love. Narcissa didn’t know what the Doctor meant as he continued speaking, but the tone of his voice and his expression concerned even her. The girl’s usually smiling face was now sporting a frown. The tear that rolled down his cheek as he looked at her caused her to freeze further; this was not the Wilhelm she knew. But she understood he had deeper feelings than happiness, like everyone in Hell’s Kitchen. Narcissa would stare back at him as he stood before her and patted her shoulder. “Wilhelm…” The monster never said the Doctor’s name. Not ever. She did now, but without knowing what she wanted to say to him.

Not that it would matter in the end. She looked in the direction that he turned, and as he walked away to a control panel. From here the monster took a step toward him and stopped again, as though she was unsure what to do in their current situation. Narcissa was obviously confused to what situation was being brought up, but she had a gut feeling that it was bad. Was Wilhelm in the right state of mind? Had the deal he just made meant something bad for him? Something bad for Hell’s Kitchen? She had barely heard his whisper before the sirens started blaring around the pair, red lights flashing over the originally green lit room. There was no answer for that question, as she couldn’t begin to guess what his secret might have been. Even remembering the short moment from the previous night while he helped her pick out a mask, she could come up with nothing. Her mind wouldn’t delve that deep while she recognized that the Doctor was in low spirits now and saying weird things. “Doctor, I don’t…” Narcissa’s eyes dragged away from him, shooting toward the lift when she heard the hunchback scream for him. His continuous calling only frightened her before she looked back to see Wilhelm swaying on his stool. He would kill himself with blood loss… But why wasn’t she moving to remove the IV needle from his arm? “Doctor, please!” She clutched onto her white coat nervously, looking deeply concerned for him. It felt like her feet were stuck to the ground. She could always reach the lift and attempt to get out, but she didn’t know the code either. What did that mean for her? Narcissa looked to the insulators that were bubbling; the first one finally broke and something hideous fell out. One of the Doctor’s creations, no doubt. Was there any hope to control these things? For her? She tried to pay no mind to the way it roared at her, baring its terrible fangs. Normally, she wouldn’t be bothered by this sort of thing, but she was always in company of the good Doctor and the rest of the team. Now she was alone, and Wilhelm seemed crazed…at least compared to his normal personality and ideas. But the set up here was planned; this had been his way to bring his army to life, so he was thinking clearly. “Doctor!” she cried out, despite the heaps of goopy bodies falling to the ground around the tomb. Narcissa had to lunge forward to catch him before he hit the ground, sobbing. Her cries were dry, as her tear ducts didn’t work. “Don’t be dead! I like you alive!” She pulled the IV needle form his arm at long last, if the fall hadn’t done so for her, and she stood up to look at the standing undead, shoulders shaking as she clutched onto Wilhelm with the hope that he was only unconscious. Narcissa would begin to back away toward the lift, one hand reaching for her rod that she kept tucked in her coat pocket while she propped the Doctor against her shoulder.

 

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Hell’s Kitchen – Cardis Tomb

~They say that when you meet the love of your life, time stops – and that’s true.~

The scene in Cardis tomb was now apocalyptic. Blasts of electrical energy, sparks pouring out of so many machines, the bright flashing of warning lamps that signaled the great danger that had been unleashed by the actions of the Doctor. One by one, the vast army was collapsing out from the insulated bubbles that had kept them suspended for near to ten years. It was the sight of nightmares, one of the scariest things imaginable. In the middle of all this, a terrified and confused Narcissa was struggling to save the doctor, who had collapsed due to sheer blood loss. The secret ingredient to the Doctor’s masterpiece….his own blood. Pale, and barely able to keep his eyelids from closing his figure was limp against the female monster. But while his body seemed to have all but given up on life, in his mind’s eye…..he could see….her.

The scene was all black and white. That same street where they last saw each other. The night that Wilhelm was to give her his ring. There was no cars, no other people. Just Missy standing on the other side of the road. God, she looked beautiful. Wilhelm looked down and saw he was wearing his usual lab gear however. Was this what death was like?

“Wilhelm!” She cried out, almost shocked to see him in this place. Was it the afterlife? It certainly wasn’t hell, but it wasn’t heaven either.

“Missy?” Wilhelm started to run across the road and Missy did the same, till they both reached the center and hugged each other. Missy was crying as she kept stroking Wilhelm’s head. The world was all but frozen, as though they were the only people left. Wilhelm hugged her as if his very life depended upon it. Missy put her hands to cup his cheeks and kissed him repeatedly, though now both were crying. It had been so long. For all the horrible things that the Doctor had done in trying to keep her alive, he had never again seen her spirit, till now.

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Breaking the kiss, they stared at each other. Lost in each other’s eyes and this very moment. “I’ve been with you all along, Wil. I saw what the Dark one did. He tricked you. Of all the ones you could never bring back, it was me.”

“Why….why couldn’t you come back to me?’ He blubbered, fighting to get the question out. The one that had plagued him for so long.

“Someone had to be your angel, Wil”

It was then that it all started to make sense. Doing a deal with a devil like Shamus brought only a cruel and sick joke in the form of what he thought was his beloved Missy. The Dark One wanted the Doctor all along. To be the creator of the army that would ruin the balance of Hell once and for all. Dangling the carrot that he could have his love back. Missy brought up Wilhem’s fingers to her lips and kissed them.

“But now….now we can be together.”

Wilhelm started to smile as his eyes shined with tears. it was what he wanted…what he wanted all along. Just to be with her.

Just then a hollow sounding voice rang out through the empty street.

“Doctor!”

Both the Doctor and Missy turned – their faces hit by a strong wind that was the world starting up again. Time had stopped, this was true…but on the other side, the female monster was in great danger.

“Don’t be dead! I like you alive!”

Her panicked screams were now growing louder, as the force of wind was turning into that same storm that fell the night that Missy died. It was like he was about to watch a repeat of history.

“NO!” The Doctor was torn from Missy’s hands and was now seated in the restaurant, the ring box in his hand. Missy was back on the other side of the street, about to cross the road. The look of horror on Wilhelm’s face was apparent, as the street filled again with cars and people. Wilhelm shot up out of his chair and smashed his fists against the glass window of the restaurant as Missy stepped out onto the road……

The tomb was now alive with the roars and sound of the undead army finally awakening. It was led by the first of the creatures to break out from its insulated bubble of goo. Wilhelm’s fingers twitched slightly, as he placed it into his pocket, only to pull out a key card that fit into the slot under the lift control panel. If Narcissa could get the card into the slot before the monsters attacked, it would activate the lift – which would open on the top floor to allow Loc and Igor to enter and come to their rescue.

 

~RB~

 

IMoo

With all the sparks and electricity being unleashed from the machines around the room, Narcissa jumped back toward the wall leading to the lift. Her body was highly conductive; metal everywhere, even on her lab coat. She frantically looked from the electricity to the Doctor in her arms. There was no choice to pull out her weapon while holding him as well; she merely backed toward the lift further while the undead continued to drop onto the floor one by one. Taking a moment to look at his face, the girl could at least see that his eyes weren’t completely closed. They seemed to be fluttering; it was a sign. Her calls were continued until she noticed his fingers twitching. She would give another dry sob, looking relieved and somehow still panicked. “Wilhelm, you’re alive!” she called, rejoicing. His hand was dipping into his pocket, pulling out a key card. Narcissa’s eyes widened slightly before she grabbed it from him quickly and held onto him tighter. Looking up in time for one of the undead to lunge toward her with a massive growling roar. She jumped back, using her enhanced movements to increase the distance until she was next to the lift. The key card was pushed into place. The lift wouldn’t be on her floor, sadly…due to the leaving of the prince and his allies… Now Narcissa would have to wait, holding the Doctor tightly while keeping an eye on the undead not far off from them. “IGOR! HURRY!” she screamed, ensuring they heard her above. The girl was shaking, despite everything she had done…and was doing…for the sake of the Doctor.

 

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Hell’s Kitchen – The Laboratory

Up in the foyer, the lights were flickering on and off as the power systems were taking a beating. Down below the harrowing screams and vicious sound of the awakened army was the very thing of nightmares. Igor was still beating on the doors when all of a sudden with a loud whoosh they opened as though by magic. Igor fell forward and landed on the interior of the lift with a splat, and down through the elevator sharft you could hear Narcissa scream for him to hurry. The hunchback had to scramble to get to his feet and could see Loc just outside the lift, his hands pressed to his ears as he continued to scream in protest to the noise below.

“LOC!…LOC! Get your arse in here. They need us!”

The creation was like an over sized child. Terrified of what was happening and not paying the hunchback any attention. His eyes were practically bulging out of his sockets, and the screams he made grew louder. There was no time for this. Each second that they lost meant that the Doctor and Narcissa would not be able to make it out of Cardis Tomb alive. The hunchback having no idea what the Doctor had done, or if he or Narcissa were injured.

“LOC! THEY NEED US NOW!” Never before had the hunchback shown such courage under the circumstances. But thankfully, the words he just yelled struck a cord within the massive creature. Even though he himself was terrified, he ambled into the lift, and this was when Igor slammed his hand on the close button. The lift now rocketing down to the special tomb, where all hell had truly broken loose.

Down in the tomb itself, the leader of the undead army was roaring at Narcissa who was doing everything she possibly could to get out of the monster’s reach. The sparks of electricity in behind him were now raining down from above. The smell of burning flesh was stifling to the senses. Being held tightly by the female creation, the Doctor groaned and tried to mumble something, but it was incoherent due to the loud noises of all the creatures breaking free of their cocooned shells. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. The injection of his blood was to be done under controlled conditions. The fact that he did what he did, by practically giving all his blood in one go was a death wish. The reaction by the many creatures was a shocking catalyst. With barely enough energy to open his eyes, the Doctor reached out with his right hand towards the leader of his army.

~ROAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRR!~

~Whooosh~ The doors to the lift tore open with Igor gasping at the sight before him. Never…had he seen anything like this before. All the bodies they had harvested for over ten years, all coming to life at once.

“OH GOD!” He screamed, as he then turned to see Narcissa with the Doctor just to the side of the lift entrance. “I got you!”The hunchback clamored out and tried to help Narcissa with the Doctor, to drag him into the lift, when the leader of the army made a swipe for the trio………except…..

“FATHER!!!!” Loc roared, as he threw himself into harms way. Loc’s fist connecting with the undead army leader’s jaw, knocking him back. It was enough to give Igor the chance to help Narcissa and the Doctor…..but at great cost.

“GO!” the creation screamed as the trio were about to be safely inside the lift. Igor couldn’t believe what Loc was doing.“GET IN, LOC!” But instead of getting in, Loc slammed his hand on the lift panel, so that the doors would shut and the three could get away.

The last thing they would see, would be Loc’s determined face….as the undead leader drove his fist right through Loc’s body, ripping out his stitched heart.

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~RB~

 

“Ever guessed my secret?” – Hell’s Kitchen : SS.

No one saw this coming…..

 

Zetta:  Beelzebub was staring Doctor Willhelm down without an answer, up until being caught away by the introduction of the cretin who had been idle in the background. The entire time he had been wondering on the meaning of it’s presence, all the while referring to what was most likely a man, to be an it. Only because of it’s apparent concern with the situation going on, but doing absolutely nothing but talk and react.. Until the moment he was clarified on a time in which he had to gain the heart of the prince of pride. He had a full week then? Personally, he could have worked with just three days, considering what he had been hearing happened to the Prince when he stood against Gabriel and her slave.. It was obvious that it was possible to befall the Dragon if one could only get close to him, and he had luckily just enlisted not one, but two individuals fully capable of taking to the skies. However he was not going to get gaudy in front of his suppliers, desire leaked out of Beelzebub, but confidence did not. That was for the other prince, his soon-to-be victim.. The Dark One was a foreign being to him, but he came out with stating the one who Beel assumed to be the master-mind behind everything was nothing but an extension of the thing itself. This wrought out a new-found respect for the presentation being given..

“So this is how the genius-inventor is safe, and knowledgeable in the nether-realm despite being a human..” The glutton prince narrowed his eyes as the other being approached, most likely a demon given his features. But he did not immediately assume so, it was very possible that this one was only a shape-shifter, pulling strings with his intellect. All that was beyond his concern, the man gave out tasks, getting Beelzebub his hand was a nice means of appealing to him for a start. When he continued on to get close to him in a whisper, the prince only listened close, where he had only just bullied a man for getting so close to him. Another showing of how Beelzebub acted when he was given things that he wanted, as well as how he treated those who had fed him so… Even standing idle when his nose was flicked, the wink given to him by the demonic being was awful, but endured because he was being fed juicy information. All about the arm, what it was for, he had been continuously told that it was powerful, but never given a hint as to how and why. So being told this was like food towards his hunger for conquest. “This arm isn’t just a replacement, but a chain. I will have to return here if I want to continue being rewarded..” He said to himself, in front of the dark one with a foregoing tone, quickly figuring out how this trade could be more taxing than he had originally thought. At any time he could back out of it, this was the type of look he had received from the doctor moments ago. The man himself had ceased to speak, this was slightly alarming, but ignored, while Gluttony received it’s feedings..

The army would be his in a matter of days, he could retrieve it by sending Eren as a recognizable extension of himself. With this in mind he contemplated replacing Najetta with that man, the fire-starter seemed much more willing to act for Beelzebub, though not nearly as concerning.. In which case there were no perfect replacements for that woman, but someone like Eren could easily be close to her versatility.. Enough, he wasn’t about to squander a second in waste, while he caught up in a matter of time. After all, he was sure he could win regardless, he wanted that reward like he wanted lust. A thought occurred to wage war on two fronts, but he decided against it, not wanting to spread himself thin.. These thoughts led him to glance at the being recently introduced, lacking a name for him. “So.. Dark one, gluttony returns to this laboratory, receives it’s new army. I bring you the heart, you give me more..” He stated, just to be assured, his tone of voice would tell the other being that the prince was almost possessed by the desire to receive whatever he had in store for him.. With no need for an actual vocal agreement, the two would part ways, Eren right behind Beelzebub most likely, the group would step onto the elevator. Gluttony would walk over the man he pushed with no regards, heading straight for the door, his right hand flexing all the while. It was good to be whole again…

 

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Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab 

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The room was now silent as those that had come to see the mysteries and wonder of the Cardis tomb had left for their own kingdoms once more. All that was left now was the Doctor….and Narcissa, who had tried to interject several times during the meeting, but was all but ignored. There was a reason for this of course, not one that was obvious – but in fact it was to prevent attention being drawn to her. The Doctor was not stupid. He knew that the Prince’s desire to devour may well include her and that was the last thing he wanted. Keeping him from eating anything down there was a feat in itself, and of course the Dark one finally made himself known and his diabolical plans. Oh, everyone was happy. The Demon Prince thinking he got the deal of a lifetime, the Dark one thinking he had the Prince right where he wanted him, and of course the time piece – the sand filled hourglass had been turned over. Everyone was happy….except one.

The moment the doors to the lift closed and he heard the whirring of the gears to signal that the lift had taken its precious cargo back up to the foyer, the Doctor staggered and clutched at one of his work benches. it was like he had been holding in his true feelings and the terror he had felt the entire time that the deal was being brokered.

“Everything….I did, I did for love.” Wilhelm stared at an open space, but clearly he could see a mental image of her. The love of his life. A projection of her beauty. “But…when I save a life….someone always dies.” There was such sadness in his voice now. Like for the first time he was being rational – sane. A tear rolled down his cheek as he turned to face Narcissa, who could not possibly understand what he was saying….or what he meant. Pushing himself off the table, he walked toward Narcissa and patted her shoulder. “I’m….sorry.” His brow knitted as he just stood and stared at her, before turning his back.

He had much work to do. The army having being promised to the Prince of Gluttony and it would be a matter of days before Eren, possibly – came to collect. Walking up to the first row of body sacks, that illuminated the room with a fiendish green glow. the Doctor went to the control panel that controlled the undead creature’s life support unit. There were so many. A vast army. Ten years of work.

“Ever guessed my secret, child?’ He said with barely a whisper, as he took out an iv needle and prepped it up to the main machine that linked all of the undead to one simple unit. Sticking the needle into his artery, his own blood poured down the tube and into the processor, that turned around and around like a dialysis machine. Slowly he sank onto a small round stool as the blood was draining into the system, and being fed drop by drop into the machine. Across the entirety of the tomb each monster…each creature…each soldier was taking in the Doctor’s own blood. Red alarm lights started to swirl as the creatures started to beat against the sacks that contained them Massive blasts of warning blasts and repeated computer chatter was screaming through the intercoms.

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Up at the foyer, Loc and Igor had been fixing the door when the Prince and his entourage had left. Course, when the alarms were all being triggered at once, the hunchback spun around and screamed.

“DOCTOR!!!!”

He ran as fast as his legs carried him towards the lift door and helplessly punched in code after code…but it was no use…the doors refused to open.

“WILHELM!!….DOCTOR!!!….NARCISSA!!!”

Loc looked up in fright, to see the small man banging his fists on the key pad, and then the door to the lift. Loc could hear the sirens, and it was scaring him. He put his hands up to his ears, and started to scream in terror, which was a worse sound than the sirens themselves.

The Doctor swayed back and forth on the stool as the first of the goo filled insulator bubbles broke and the undead creature landed upon the floor of the tomb. It’s eyes were completely black and it turned to see the Doctor who was close to passing out from blood loss. It’s head swung around and it took in the sight of Narcissa and roared at her. Baring terrible fangs and large claws. It’s body joined together with crude stitches and its veins pumping with a strange coloured fluid. One after the other started bursting out their body sacks and landing on the floor, as in the back ground the Doctor fell off his chair onto the floor……

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~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.

One Hell of an Offer – Hell’s Kitchen : SS

The Prince of Gluttony is given an offer that is very hard to refuse.

Scene setting – Hell’s Kitchen : SS.

Co-written with Zetta, Moo, Artie, Frids and Aion.

 

Zetta:  The air was thick with atrocity, untold badness swarmed this place like locust. Blitz couldn’t put his finger on anyone’s scent right now, there was far too many others in the wind, even with the door busted open leading a gentle breeze consistently throughout the place there was no immediate change in what he was catching whiff of. Having already deduced a hint of death, there was too much to be normal, it was amazing to him that the others had not been hacking up. Since it had barely been a day since he last ate, at the ball, he was certainly capable of doing so, only through consideration for his surroundings that he managed to restrain himself. Eren seemed idle, oh well, the other man aligned with Gluttony would begin moving about on his own as usual. Despite this allied force, the likes of Blitz was boundless compared to mortals, not out of any desire to turn on authority, but because he was free completely. “I’m parkin’ it here, Boss. This place creeps me out..” He said simply, wanting to post himself up against the other side of the wall from Victoria, the woman appeared to take solace in current loneliness.

So without another word he would begin walking backwards until getting on the opposite side of doorway. Then, before creating any distance between Beelzebub and the Doctor, who had just approached the three of them, he heard the addressing of a title. Prince of Gluttony… Out of everything, those were the words the male deity hung onto. Prior to coming into Hell’s Kitchen, Blitz had taken steps into the place after the blonde assassin, he had a similar demeanor that she appeared to, generally uncaring. After hearing that last bit though, he acknowledged the prince he followed as someone who was not just strong and capable of forcing change, but one who others as well made note of. The doctor bowed then, just as the deformed man in his service had prior, this would be the first time Blitz felt proud to be aligned with someone. While close-range, he then took in as much information as he could about the doctors capabilities, while remaining unaware of exactly how science defined the doctor, he at least knew of any supernatural abilities under his possession. From there he turned towards Victoria, already knowing some of her arsenal he wanted to see why exactly the glutton prince had come to her directly, giving her ultimatums and clawing her from Anarchy Division, instead of just paying her for a temp-service as a body guard.

“How long have you and the prince exchanged like that?” He said inquisitively, but also nonchalant. When he came to assist Eren, Victoria was already at Beelzebub’s defense. Yet here she was actively avoiding a supportive role to the man, caked on top of their words to each other earlier he already suspected a serious bad-blood between them. This could easily be explained if she told him something like ‘long story’ though, speaking seemed to be a problem for her, so he was already not expecting much. Realistically though,he wanted to kill time without leaving the building and without stepping any further inside.
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His face twisted at Victoria’s response, referring to him as a bug which she intended to smash, she mentioned him being on a paper. “Whoa, whoa.. You almost upset me just then.” Spoken without even the slightest emotion, since he already had what he wanted in her being with him, there was no need to be angry regardless of what she said. To express this, he told her differently, with an evident tone of a liar, or someone who did not care, the order of things was all in his hands. If not, her words translated to him that to her, the prince was merely an inconvenience, in accordance to the words of praise he had just given to that of an insect. The beetle, her intended taunt became verbal proof of what he was saying, that while she apparently belittled him from the start, he had effortlessly severed her connection to Anarchy Division. Scoffing to show an attitude he moved ahead of her still..

Beelzebub was first welcomed by Igor, after first greeting the hunchbacked man, taking in formalities that were customary to only that of the Seven Princes. Even that of nobles paled in comparison to the gratitude necessary to show to one of them, the demonic glutton specifically had this treatment directly after his birth. It was odd when he was approached so casually by that man in the Town Square, but he decided then that if he was not preoccupied he would have gone to eat him. Therefore casting the disrespect off as a fluke. In this regard he chuckled lightly, until that of the Doctor appeared, showing up with a punctual welcoming that overshadowed his assistant’s presence completely. The Prince nodded at the address before watching the bow take place, the same time that he was relayed to by one of his new subordinates, Blitz. Beel’s hand was still in pocket, and so to ‘shoo’ off that advance he shrugged his shoulders. “Just don’t make it hard to find you.” Even with being told that the man would remain at the entrance/exit, people always had a way of doing their own thing, his words then was a reply to that. Just then, the Doctor would return to his standing straight position, his shoes clicked together still in what would seem to be a prepped stance..

“Huhuh-” A chuckle, but in his dark, deep, low-tone voice, even that came out altered to sound rather menacing in nature.. Now that the two main players were looking eye-to-eye it was time to get things moving again, first order of business, the Doctor caught on quick and already moved to lead the man down a corridor. They would be headed to the main office, thankfully without any apparent delay. “My eyes were bigger than my stomach.” A play on his represented sin, the prince had indeed bit off more than he could chew choosing to go head to head with Mammon with nothing but a fist. Overconfidence left him with a reminder of that battle, but with his friend dead, there was not even a means of getting payback. Though he would find himself tearing down Lydia, and her Kingdom, just to spit on what legacy that man left behind. Nothing personal, as Greed would be one of the last most likely, with it’s diminished army.. Beelzebub was just hungry for more.

 

Moo:  Narcissa was not a creature to sleep. Being up all night, she could only lay there and be a good monster for the Doctor. Otherwise, who would entertain her? She did it herself, often reading through books on anatomy or other cool things the Doctor did with the bodies they collected. How long before they would raise an army of people like Loc? Certainly not as special as she was with the powers she’d been granted. Her feet kicked silently and slowly as she laid there with a book in front of her, humming quietly. Nobody else was in the room; it was a time for her to be subtle. Until the door popped open. She swore she heard it, but when she looked back, it was closed again. The frankensteinian monster merely shrugged and continued her humming and reading. There was a muffled yell from the hall, grabbing her attention at long last and she sat herself up, peering back at the door. Narcissa knew it was early in the morning by now, so maybe the Doctor was finally awake. She stood to walk toward the door, opening it slowly to look out. To no avail. But she did hear Loc and Igor having their own fun in the Doctor’s chambers. Her eyebrows lifted as she listened, and finally giggled, grinning to herself before she slipped out of the room to make her way to the chambers. But oops, too slow. Narcissa looked around, continuing toward the front of the building as she slid the lab coat on over her body and buttoned it around the waist. “GOOD MORNING!” she nearly bellowed out to the rest of the building, grinning. From the noises and chatter coming from different directions, it was apparent that the Doctor was busy. Maybe the entire crew would have their work cut out for them.

 

Frid:  After instructing Loc to simply set the door aside he then motioned for the gigantic lout to head into the foyer. Seemingly excited to meet a new friend Loc set the heavy door off to the side before lumbering his way toward the two men. Once he had positioned himself accordingly Igor launched into a sing song like introduction. “Loc…is his name. The latest from the factory floor. Fresh off the field of Wrath. A real keeper.” Intrigued by the hunchback’s words Delsin took a step forward and eyed the creature briefly. Judging by the various body parts and stitching covering his entire body the rumors Delsin had heard about the Doctor were true. Not only could mend the wounded he could also bring them back from the dead too! As further confirmation to the bounty hunter’s suspicions a Voice rang out saying “I made him.”

The Doctor had just reached the end of the stairs tugging at 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 and introducing himself. Glad to finally meet the eccentric Doctor the bounty hunter took his hand and shook it firmly. “Delsin Rowe, perhaps I’ll use the doorbell on the next visit.” he retorted casually before Loc interrupted with a low growling sound. Shortly after dark shadows began entering the doorway and then the foyer. Delsin quickly released the Doctor’s hand and looked to the entryway curious as to the cause of the disturbance.

Much to his dismay the bounty hunter saw none other than the Prince of Gluttony himself step into the room. In addition the Prince had also brought a few other travelers along with him. Of all the royal princes of hell Beel was probably the most self-righteous of the bunch and expected all to kneel to his greatness. Right on cue Igor and the Doctor smiled at the gelatinous prince and greeted him happily. Delsin on the other hand had decided to skip the formalities and simply lean up against a nearby wall. he then pulled out a small pack of cigarettes he’d stashed in the breast pocket of his jacket. With little care for anyone else in the room Delsin placed one of the slender white cylinders between his lips and promptly lit the other end with a few sparks from his fingers. With the cigarette now alight he took took few deep breaths allowing the noxious smoke to fill his lungs. Enjoying the taste he held his breath for a moment then released a cloud of thick black smoke as he exhaled. Once the Doctor had finished exchanging pleasantries with his new guests he motioned for the group to follow to the main office. Without a word Delsin peeled himself from the wall and headed for the office behind the others, all the while still puffing on his cigarette carelessly.

 

Aion:  

Eren had little to no care in the world at this point due to the many things he seemed to be involved in, and the thing he was involved in. It was rare for him to be so active but being this active is something that could be worthwhile due to him following a constant hunger in Beel, and a powerful fight in Blitz. Just being around two extremely strong people was enough to get his blood going and get him motivated to start something but at this point it was his place to be starting anything but to simply be the finisher in whatever Beel decided to do for himself. Eren had been following Blitz and the Prince along with the girl for sometime until they reached a structure. Never coming into this place before or knowing of its existence he simply ignored it until they were at the doors to it in which a question was asked of him from Blitz. “Nope I haven’t actually. I never even knew this place existed here, and I’m assuming you had no idea of this place either since you’re asking if I’ve ever been here.” Shaming his head he slid his hands into his pockets. The sights that he had saw when he actually did step into this place was beyond foul, the stench of blood and death was almost toxic but to him this was normal, the smell of death and the aroma of blood lingering was something he loved especially since it was a rarity for him to even act in such a way. Enjoying the smell so much he I baled deeply through his nostrils, inhaling so hard he sucker the air out of the room for a brief moment before exhaling with a small smile. He was about to say something to Beel when a man who creepiness was beyond a level he had never felt before, an uneasy feeling that made him ball his first but release it just as quick as Eren wasn’t here to fight but to await lord Beel’s arm to either be heal or recieve a new one all together. Releasing a soft sigh he was now leaning up against the wall with Blitz now, he glanced st Victoria but she seemed to have a stick up her ass for some reason or another but most likely due to what had occurred in the Town earlier. Chuckling go himself he closed his eyes for a moment to catch his thoughts on what was happening.

Following a gluttonous prince, following Blitz, a brute of a female who doesn’t speak any English, a doctor who is far beyond any level of creepiness he’s seem so far, and an unknown agenda that Beel has yet to reveal to anyone. Releasing a soft sigh he glanced up to see that Beel was following after the doctor now. Using the air waves in this place to hear the words Beel had been saying Eren relaxed at the door with Blitz and would stay idle here until the Prince would return with or without the doctor.

Finally feeling at ease after all this time his breathing was regulated now and seemed normal but that was until his heart nearly skipped a beat at the loud noise of someone in this place, not being able to pinpoint the exact position of this person was annoying but did they have to be so loud? Shaking his head slowly he tilted his head to Victoria as Blitz had asked her question, and then his head titled to Blitz. “Do you think she’s this angry because she doesn’t get none? I’ve heard that can happen, or do you think she’s mad because of something? Maybe frustrated about something internally?” He remembered the sly remark she gave him back in the town so he’d take the perfect opportunity to get under her skin in any way possible. She was female with way too much confidence in her own ability as if she couldn’t get overwhelmed by anyone here if they truly wanted, not focusing on her any longer he bag snapping his finger to create fire, and destroy the fire on his fingertips as a source of enjoyment until Beel came back from whatever he’s deciding to do. Smelling smoke Eren looked I the direction of the man who was smoking a cigarette and sighed, all that harmful smoke that nobody wants to inhale, Eren pointing his finger at the man fired off a bullet sized fireball at the cigarette in an attempt to get him to drop the thing or at least get somewhere that nobody has to smell that. It would just be better for everyone as well as the man to just put out his cigarette and move on with his day until they leave at least.

 

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Hell’s Kitchen

For such an early hour, business appeared brisk. First the arrival of the gentleman by the name of Delsin Rowe. The Doctor had not encountered this chap before, but he was well mannered enough, even buying into the Doctor’s sarcastic comment that he might consider using the doorbell when he next came to visit the Lab. Word must be spreading about the Doctor’s work, for Deslin to have come to meet with the Doctor personally – and that can be counted as a good thing. Any publicity being good publicity. The Doctor was about to ask the man as to the nature of his visit, when the Prince of Gluttony and his entourage entered the building. There are certain rules of behavior that are established throughout the many realms of Hell, and respect for the Princes – regardless of sin was paramount. One wrong word….one foolish gesture and your entire business could literally go up in flames. Wilhelm was sure to get back to attending to Deslin after he was sure to greet the Prince and his party with a dignified response. A throwback from his German heritage, he acted much like his grandfather would have when meeting a dignitary.

The Doctor’s eyes went from the Prince, to each in his party. A very large chap that could not hide the look of disapproval for what was either the decor, or possibly the smell. The lab was like a catacomb of various buildings and underground chambers that housed thousands of rotting corpses. Many were kept on ice, but…with the recent war in wrath, they still had many to catalog from before the Greed ball. The smell of death was not to everyone’s tastes, but the Doctor had grown accustom to it. A woman had followed along behind the gentlemen, but she was quite vocal in her sarcasm – though it had nothing to do with the lab nor its staff. That was more of a private matter, and was treated just as such. The final man to enter took an interest in the Prince’s dealing with the Doctor. Perhaps a loyal follower, but he showed little to no interest in the lab either. This was just another port of call, before they returned to their own realm. The gathering hovered about the entrance, the first male suggesting that he would wait there, probably so he wouldn’t be sickened by the horrid aroma. They were just damn lucky that Loc was no longer suffering from the effects of the garlic pizza. One blast from his anus and it was enough to melt your face off.

Much to the Doctor’s surprise however, Narcissa appeared – her voice booming out towards all assembled with her cheery greeting. The Doctor glanced upward and looked about for Shamus Gold, who thankfully had not reappeared. Seeing his Frankenstein female creation, he waved her down to meet with the new guests.

“Narcissa. Would you be so kind as to offer the Prince’s minions some refreshments. Oh…and get Deslin here an ashtray.” The smell of cigarette smoke having reached him. Amazing how the Doctor’s nose was quite sensitive to it. Igor happened to notice that the last guest to arrive had aimed a small fire ball like charge towards the cigarette that Deslin was holding. Would the man really consider such behavior in the Doctor’s foyer? What was worse was that Narcissa could get caught in the crossfire.

The Doctor knew that the Prince would hunger for something much more than the odd tray of finger food and chicken nuggets. Walking into his main office, the priority was to ensure his guests were all catered to – be it food, drink…or in the Prince’s case a new arm. He happened to make a throwaway comment that his eyes were bigger than his stomach. This must have had to do with how he came to lose his arm in the first place. The Doctor did not know the details, but he did know that he was the man that could do something about it.

Going into the main office, was like entering a strange specimen collection room, matched with a large desk, rows of book cases, and tanks that were filled with all manner of creatures. Life sized and suspended in special aminoic like fluid. The many creatures looked to be sleeping almost. It was clear that the Doctor had some very strange hobbies. If the Prince and Deslin happened to notice Narcissa, the Doctor would comment.

“Narcissa was….my first attempt at resurrection. Though she is a special case.” Wilhelm did not want to elaborate further on that, as it brought back so many haunting memories. If Deslin and the Prince entered the inner sanctum of the Doctor’s office, they would be offered a large leather chair each, as the Doctor prepared to help each in turn. The most obvious was of course the Prince, since he was visibly missing an arm. Leaning against his desk, he folded his arms, studying the damaged limb. Wilhelm thought for a moment as he considered the options that were available.

“My Lord Beelzebub, I imagine you wish to have something unique and more useful in place of the arm you have lost. Come to think of it, I may have something that would only add to your great power.” Unfolding his arms, he walked around his desk and then pulled open a drawer that held many cream coloured files. It was a good thing that he was so particular when it came to cataloging body parts, especially at a time like this. “I am quite capable of building a cybernetic replacement that doubles as an arm cannon…..HOWEVER…I was thinking of something more solid.”Wilhem gripped his right hand into a fist as he said the word ‘solid’, then pulled out a picture of exactly what he had in mind. He closed his eyes for a moment, after he had stared at the image on the paper.

“This…is known as the Right hand of doom.” The arm was reddish in colour and looked to be made from rock, with special markings on the sides. “Don’t ask me how I got it. Let’s just say, I have many associates on the black market willing to trade anything for a price.” the Doctor then passed the picture over to Beelzebub, waiting to see his reaction.“First and foremost is its durability, it is made of a rock-like substances which makes it very hard and impossible to injure. It’s also shown mystic properties, from the reports I have.” If this was a sales pitch, the Doctor was being a real pro. “From testing, it has unharnessed levels of power, that are yet to be discovered. Barely tapped the surface on that, my Lord.” With an arm like this…imagine what it could do to the balance of the Hell Princes. For what Beelzebub had lost, this would be a very rewarding replacement.

This was why the Doctor was so good at what he did. Research and constantly striving to learn as much as he could about the lore and availability of useful creatures and body parts for his experiments.

“The best part….it works even without its original host.” What more could you want?

As the Prince was left to ponder this interesting possible replacement, the Doctor shifted his attention over to Deslin. “I imagine you are not here to invest in spare parts.” Wilhelm had not noticed a deformity upon the man’s person. “If you are selling bodies, we do have a pick up service. We aim to please.”

~RB~

 

Artie:  Victoria gazed off into the distance, fuming quietly. Great. More people to see her shame of being associated with the bumbling giant. She spoke no words back to Blitz, nor Eren, already angered enough. As if she really needed this in her life. She was second in Command of the Anarchy Division. No prince owned her. No inferior being such as the troublemaking fire man could make her flinch. If he wanted to make dirty jokes and degrade her, fine. But she would not stoop to his level. The blonde assassin gazed aimlessly at the room’s contents, not quite registering what she was saying but gazing anyway… “Be back at castle.” Her words should have been mumbled, but instead were loud and steady. Proud. As if she couldn’t give any less of a fuck on his response – which, frankly, she couldn’t. In fact, she’d love very much to blow his brains out. “Use your little insects to find me. They are all you have.”

That comment also insulted Eren and Blitz, insinuating that they were no more than insects. How dare she talk to them in such a voice, you ask? Because, frankly, she could not muster a fuck to give. With those words Victoria would open the large doors of the Laboratory, walking out and not even bothering to close them behind her. She’d go to the Kingdom, but not willingly. And not soon, anyway. With his damned spies, Victoria felt she didn’t have a choice – and that was something that irritated her more than anything else ever could.

Zetta:  The room echoed with plague, with even the slightest turns of his head the Glutton Prince could identify the numerous horrors in the Laboratory section of Hell’s Kitchen. It seemed that no matter where his red oculars took him, he was constantly absorbing another sighting of terror. His walk was steady at first, but then became slightly awkward when he began twisting his body to face different directions, his legs following after. At this time, the only one still walking nearby was Eren, who had then immediately halted his own moving forward to allow Beelzebub to aimlessly look around at his surroundings. The one who was not so attentive, similar to the prince in that he did not particularly care for the others in the room except for the Doctor, was the man who visited this establishment before the ravenous demon himself. Delsin, the rumored bounty hunter, unintentionally came right into Beel’s pathway, the one he had personally been paying no mind to. Where normally, the two beings would collide, bringing them both apart in an initial forceful budge: Beelzebub was far bigger, and more immense in terms of mass and strength. Beel would bump into the bounty hunter, and push him aside. To which, the air itself parted itself from the quickness when he felt something collide with his large body, instantly pausing his every motion to confront this annoyance..

“Delsin, huh.” He said, with a light snarl. “Watch yourself, or i’ll eat you.” Without any knowledge of who or what the person was, he threatened to indulge himself with their entirety, this was mutually a warning as well, to make the man then acknowledge who it was beside him. Regardless of the response, Beelzebub would turn away with a rather regal look, and decide to walk forward, ignoring the presence thereafter to continue on his own whims. Unlike before however, he was now alert to the surrounding, having been inconvenienced with his own lack of concerns at the time. Following after Dr. Willhelm without missing a beat. Upon passing through the double-doors, being led by the Doctor himself, Beelzebub was opened up to many different ideas. All of which originated from what he was newly introduced to, entrapped within a building of glorious experiments, the man was almost panting like a dog with all that the other man before him had been so committed to. “You’ve really done well in presentation, Doc, I would like a facility just as productive as this in my Kingdom.” Spoken true, and at the same time Victoria had vocalized her parting, which was smart considering what Beel had told her prior to getting here. The doctor’s good impressions had blinded him completely to the blonde’s presence. So he said a bit on this impression, smiling now, to have unwarranted linings of corpses all in one place to test out he would definitely find some ways of genetic manipulation. That very thought consuming him more and more with each passing second. This would speak to Beelzebub’s character, his reaction to Delsin was how a ‘typical’ royal would act in such a circumstance with someone they did not know. His reaction to the Doctor was more of his concern, and so had deserved his appreciation so that he might be able to attain something he wanted..

As they first past into the room where the prince would be intrigued the most: They were welcomed in with an unexpected cheeriness from another assistant, this one female and not hardly a sight for sore eyes unlike the others he had previously been introduced to. Save for that tall man who had been fumbling with the door earlier, prior to the Prince’s arrival with his own group. Shortly after laying eyes on the nurse he had received a very similar introduction as when he first met Igor, just another creation at first, until the being adopted their own personality over time. This one already seemed to be bursting with energy. His eyes lit up upon catching wind of an animated corpse before him. “You resurrected her?!.. Was it with magic, or science?” His kind had only just begun to find themselves breaching the threshold that humans had already dived into that was technology. Although barely understood, he did know that workings of mechanics had done some amazing things in foreign lands, one such was with the Doctor’s experiments. An answer wasn’t needed immediately, because it was then that Beelzebub was introduced to yet another fascination when Willhelm spoke, first of cybernetics, something beyond what he personally knew of, and then when the other man bawled his fist. The word ‘solid’ made the prince antsy, it became apparent that the Doctor had something special in mind, as he should with a highly frequent and paying customer. “The Hand of Doom?” As it was probably originally called, since it could be potentially be modified to fit onto either hand, had rubbed the glutton prince in all of the right ways. Every word spoken of the item was to his greatest desire, the Doctor knew all of the right words, the thing was sold before he had even finished, but the other man did well to explain it’s qualities so that the consumer ate it all up.

As usual of Beel though.. This called for some thinking about, the Doctor mentioned it’s usefulness without it’s original host, a pondering concept to be looked into while taking a seat on the lounge chair prepared for him. A more thoughtful consumer would have needed an explanation on what that entailed, and knowledge of whatever mystics enchanted the item itself, as far as truer capabilities and limits. However, for the glutton, all he needed to know was that it could replace his missing hand, and that with it he would be at a greater advantage. He was already given his cake with that knowledge, and all of it’s selling points was that cake being fed slowly to him. Ideal for the plans he was setting into motion. With paper in-hand on it’s schematics, the prince became so excited that he leaped from his chair, moments after having it setup for him. It was slightly crumbled in his hand, obviously from the unrestrained excitement. “Yes!.. I want it! Where is it!” Like a kid in a candy store. But his voice was still filled with base, deep with masculinity as an example of the man from whence it came. Beelzebub would have shoved the hand onto the bone of his forearm with no hesitation if he could have, most likely the reason why it was not put before him yet. When his seller had taken to cater to the other guest, it left the prince jittery since he had already come to his decision, not instantly though.. Where had that wonderful opportunity gone, and why!?
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Blitz had already taken to crossing his legs, his head was up watching the Prince of Gluttony move off with Eren, and the other man he had not come to know just yet. Instead of approaching that one for his identity though, the man himself was taking to a conversation with Victoria, the intelligent kinetic was a misty haze of questions. All of which were towards her being here, allied with Gluttony. He took no part in their engagement after all. It would be a challenge to get her to open up, he knew, because her aura of fury, even while hiding these feelings from her facial expression. Every mannerism and word she gave up was one of disrespect or disdain of some kind, most would take this as an individual who is simply bitter but there was very likely a heavy brand of honest loyalty invoked here. Eren had decided to stay behind momentarily, shooting a comment as the blonde lady for being inactive, coincidentally the demigod had only recently come from living in that frame of reference. He and Astarte shared a long time in relations with one another, it was why her disappearing act had him so alert at first. Out of trust, these thoughts had been disbanded almost entirely, but now he was faced with them again after the revival of a topic. With a simple sigh, he reminded himself of the words he thought up then, and was right back on track with the verbal exchange between Eren, Victoria, and Blitz himself..

Or at least what it would have been if the woman was not so taken aback by the words spoken, she removed herself entirely from the conversation. Before she stayed back at the entrance to distance herself from Beelzebub, now she had lifted herself off of the wall and left the building itself. Saying only to Beel that she would be at the castle. It seemed unlikely that she would accomplish anything, but even more frustration if strapped to her lonesome. Getting in the castle wouldn’t be an easy task either considering she did not seem especially powerful, if she marched to the gates in a huff then she would be subject to attack. “I’ll make sure sure she doesn’t do anything stupid..” He muttered as he rose himself from the wall as well.. Similar to how he was attacked by Sloth in attendance at Greed, things just happened when it came to the seven Kingdoms in Hell, this being the prominent reason for his own joining up with Gluttony, having a name that held weight backing his every motive. With this thought he put to fingers to his forehead in a quick solute to Eren as he would take off after the woman. “I’ll make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid, guess we’ll be meeting at the castle man.” He said, a wide grin overwhelming most of the bottom-half of his face. Blitz took off with rapid-flight, with two guards gone, this left Eren to be the only one still at Beelzebub’s side. The black-phoenix’ presence was needed though while their prince had only a single hand in his defense, his mind daunted over to the possibility of Eren earning a higher rank than he, when the time came for the prince to actually assign jobs to his new officers. He decided to be uncaring about it, so long as he got to fight without leisure. Right now he would be right after Victoria.

Moo:  Narcissa cheerfully made her way toward the Doctor as she was waved over. Glancing around at the guests curiously, she grinned again and waved as a simple means to greet everyone simultaneously. Her head turned as Wilhelm addressed her, nodding. “Sure, Doctor.” The girl hummed a tune while she turned to let herself out, hearing his statement as the door closed behind her. A shrug of her shoulders. Narcissa was his first creation, yes. But she was still impressive. Despite her seemingly overly-bright personality and simple-mindedness, she was still capable of a few feats anyone had yet to see. Or, anyone but the Doctor himself, at least.

Grabbing an ashtray for the man named Deslin was easy enough. Narcissa’s eyes wandered about the room when she rejoined it, ashtray in one hand, glass in another. Conversation was still going on–something about a Hand of Doom. The frankensteinian monster made a long, low whistle at the sound of the name. It was an impressive thing the Doctor had in store. For him to offer it to Gluttony meant some good business in the future, if he was in fact able to throw the sales pitch successfully. She looked up at the towering prince; taller than even herself, standing at six feet. A slight shrug of her shoulders and she walked over to Deslin with a smile. “Here ya go.” She offered the tray, lifting her hand with it flat in her palm…just in time for a small bullet-size flame to whizz right above it toward the man’s cigarette. Without actually shrieking, Narcissa was quick to jump back with widened eyes and a rather loud gasp. Hopefully the flame hadn’t caught Deslin or any flammables behind him. Narcissa turned to glare at whoever the culprit was. Yes–glare. Fire brought out some of the worst in her, after all.

 

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.

 

 

Simply Sensational – SS.

The Doctor was able to gather himself together in time to take the Hell’s Kitchen Crew off to the Greed Ball.  All looking Simply Sensational in their dapper attire.

Scene Setting : Hell’s Kitchen.

Co-written with Temp and Moo.

 

 

Temp:  Roxanne hadn’t expected Loc to actually be able to pick and choose things so well, and yet here he was happily searching for something for her to wear. The poor creature really did seem to be completely infatuated with her, though it’s concept of true love was likely warped. It was kind of sad, but in a way he was like a giant deadly murderous puppy, which just added to the extremely fucked-up-yet-cute thing he had going on. Nevertheless, she already appreciated the big goof, and enjoyed watching him so happily help her. Once he had finally decided on a dress, he brought it over to her with a giant smile planted on his face, for obvious reasons. The dress was certainly interesting and shiny, while the pink feather boa was…well…a pink feather boa. The outfit was something straight out of a movie, where a beautiful lady wanted to steal looks from every pair of eyes possible. She wasn’t really interested in that type of thing, but she would accept the dress and boa happily. “Thank you Loc!” With the dress and boa in hand, she walked into a separate room and changed into it rather quickly. Now wearing the dress and boa, she stepped back into the room and did a couple little spins to show it off. “Well, how do I look?” The only thing that didn’t make sense about her outfit was her head/face-wrap, but such a thing was necessary for the nurse. She had actually grown to like it, and considered it as more of an accessory over time.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Suddenly the door to the fitting room burst open, and there stood the doctor wearing a glorious suit that was like nothing that he had worn before. Black with a silver vest, black cumber-bun, black tie, shiny shoes and a small row of medals that jangled and clinked as he waltzed into the room. His face was obscured by a mask that was like that of a bird. It had a long beak that stretched out and could easily take an eye out if someone got too close. He bore a smile that looked genuine. Flashing brilliant white teeth and sporting a monocle, he was the epitome of style. There was no obvious signs of the sadness he had just been experiencing for he had pushed those memories right into the darkest corners of his subconscious. The doctor did a light shoe shuffle, before twirling a cane. He was like Fred Astaire; dashing and debonair. As Roxanne begged the question on how she looked, the Doctor let out a boisterous “Sensational…simply sensational.” It was as though someone had already popped the Doctor’s cork.

“Right my lovelies….and Loc, let us away to a night of wonder and..new customers!”

The Doctor opened the door only to see a very sad looking Igor, who was missing out on all the fun. The Doctor wiggled his finger at him to show that there would be no sad faces. “Don’t worry Igor, we will give you a blow by blow account of the night’s events, plus I might see if I can rustle up a doggy bag from the buffet!”

Offering Narcissa his arm, the Doctor would escort his Frankenstein bride like creation to the demonic roadster with Loc and Roxanne bringing up the rear. They were quite the foursome, and no doubt all eyes would be on Loc at the Ball. It was all part of the Doctor’s plans to have him exposed in a social setting.

~RB~

 

Moo:  Narcissa had been somewhat quiet, mostly humming to herself while she put dresses back in place during the time the nurse took to dress herself. It wasn’t until she came out with the pink boa and sparkling dress that the monster turned her head and her eyes widened to the size of saucers. Her mouth popped open and she gave a squeal for her friend. “You’re like a movie star! Like a princess! Like a diva!” It was mostly her blabbering in the background while the Doctor gave his own appraisal. In which her blabbering turned into an admiration for him as well. She hopped excitedly, somehow, and clapped her hands together, having decided to wait beside Loc. His gloomy face didn’t rain on her parade a bit while the ditzy monster smiled genuinely, tilting her head while she hummed another tune. With the Doctor offering his arm, she took it without hesitation and stepped at his side. She looked proud to be there, happy, and care free. Wilhelm also seemed to be more chipper than he was previously, and it helped to bring her spirits up on the way to the roadster.

 

 

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~

Hell’s Kitchen – SS.

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Scene setting – The Lab

co-written with Temp and Moo.

 

Razorbackwriter:  There was still the lingering scent of death high upon the wind, that would reach the towering building known as Hell’s kitchen. Doctor Wilhelm Schwartz stood upon the top most balcony, with a pair of high powered binoculars watching for the return of Igor’s cart. He had sent his most trusted hump backed servant to go and fetch as many bodies as he could, for what would be a wonderful week of dissection and scientific testing. Taking out a pipe, he placed it between his teeth – chewing on the end as he snickered to himself. No more digging about for dead bodies. The wars of the Princes was providing enough bodies to keep him going for a lifetime. Soon he raised the binoculars again, and there he saw him. Riding at the top of a tremendous pile of body parts was Igor. Snapping at the reigns to get the old horse to pull the cart faster. Really the Doctor should have gone to help, but he wasn’t keen on getting his lab coat muddy.

Taking off from his place on the balconey, he ran down the spiral stair case and then out into the main courtyard, as Igor drove the cart load into the open space. Blood was still dripping from many a body and it truly was a gruesome sight to someone with a weak stomach.

“IGOR! WELL DONE! How many did you collect?’ The scientist asked while rubbing his gloved hands together.

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“About….fifty. They are really a dead weight when you gotta load em up on top of the other. Most are from Greed. Right shame.” Igor said, jumping down off the pile of bodies and then bowing before his Master. “Where you want them, Master? In the ice room, or in the lab for dissection?”

The Doctor picked up a head off the pile and the turned it around and started to sing.

“I….ain’t got no …..body!”

Igor rolled one of his eyes and then started to offload the cart of bodies onto a waiting trolley. “Lab then.” Together the pair worked to offload the cart, all the while the Doctor had a fiendish look on his face.

 

~RB~

 

Temp:  Roxanne could be heard singing in the distance, the light taps of her heels upon the floor made her approach towards Wilhelm and Igor clear. “Do you neeeeeeed any’boooooody’!?” Her words became completely clear as she walked up next to Wilhelm and Igor, carrying a body along with her. She danced with it and spun towards them both, only to let the body go and flop onto the trolley. “I need some’body’ to looooove!” Her singing and dancing had stopped, since her addition to the docs had been finished. Roxanne would now assist in loading the bodies onto the trolley. “Doc! Igor! How’s it…hangin?” She said as she pulled out a body that had a noose around it’s neck. She couldn’t help but laugh at her own stupid joke. For a group of people handling a bunch of bodies…they all seemed rather cheerful.

 

Razorbackwriter:  With Roxanne joining in on the chorus of sound that was started by the Doctor himself, you would think that Hell’s Kitchen was more like “Hell’s – Whose got Talent?” not a place where dastardly deeds happened to the dead and…almost dead. The Doctor showed a crooked smile when he heard Roxanne, then he tapped his nose at her pun of the hanging man.

“Do ho ho ho. Splendid…just splendid. Many specimens and all fresh. Look, you can still get a bit of movement out of a few that haven’t had rigamortis set in.” He picked up an arm and waved it at Roxanne, while in the background, Igor was busy trying to dump load after load of dead body bits onto the trolley.

The Doctor’s work was going to be so much easier now, thanks to the war. He was almost hopeful that not all the bodies had been incinerated by the hell fire that came from Wrath. As Igor finished with the first trolley, he then pulled it in towards the lab, while the Doctor addressed Roxanne.

“Ever notice that Igor’s hump seems to switch sides on his back every day?”

 

~RB~

 

Temp:  Roxanne giggled in delight as Wilhelm waved at her with the arm of a corpse, which she immediately responded to with a wave of her own. She was enjoying herself, as was he. The environment they were in combined with their attitudes would likely be disturbing to outsiders, but to them it was the norm. While fumbling with the bodies, she noticed a rather fresh looking female. She laughed as she poked at the bodies chest. “Look Doc! Still Jiggly!” Roxanne giggled as she continue to poke and prod at the corpse, but eventually stopped and continued with loading the corpses. When confronted with the question about Igor’s hump she placed a hand on her chin, gently tapping away as she thought. “Y’know…I have noticed that! Maybe it’s alive! We could turn it into a pet!” Probably not the best of ideas.

 

Razorbackwriter:  “Well…if anything we know that Igor is always ready for Hump day…get it? Hump..day?! Bahahahaa -cough- Aha.” One thing for certain, the Doctor loved his profession. Anything to do with body parts or blood, or….corpses made him smile. The wicked retorts from his favorite nurse just kept on coming. “More jiggle than jello, in that one. Nothing like a ripe peak on the perfect booby.” With the cart being trundled off by the ever faithful yet slightly macabre Igor, the Doctor then turned his attentions back to the witty nurse. “Roxanne….you don’t have to put on a red light!” If this lab was any crazier you would think it was a musical.

With a renewed skip in his step the Doctor headed inside to his grisly laboratory, where there were already many projects on the go. Bodies suspended in a special amniotic fluid with tubes going in every orifice. There was a large sheet covered object on one of the slabs, that was covered with a sheet, and being strapped down with large iron bands. One…from the vault.

Rubbing his gloved hands together and standing in front a row of machines, that beeped and blinked in a variety of colors, the doctor was truly in his element.

“So….Roxanne. Got any new patients?” He hadn’t checked the waiting room, and figured that Roxanne would know the schedule off by heart.

~RB~