Welcome to the Netherworld!

[lazyvassals]

[It is difficult to define what a normal afternoon is by Netherworld standards. In the dark, torch-lit halls of the Overlord's Castle, penguin-suited prinnies totter about pretending to do work, while most other vassals make no effort at all to pretend. No fights have broken out yet, but it is questionable how long that will last with the Overlord being awake. It is just the sort of calm that comes before something unexpected happens, or someone makes it happen out of boredom.

And that is precisely when the first stranger comes through the swirling vortex of the Dimensional Gate.

It doesn't seem so unusual at first, because people use that gate on a daily basis. But more people start to show up, people who aren't demons. The Gatekeeper herself has no idea where they've come from, or how they've found their way to the Netherworld.

Unfortunately, neither do the unexpected guests.]

Comments

[musicalplum]

It-! Y-You! I must focus entirely on the song! It must be pitch perfect! You have no idea what you're talking about!

[yeah, you're hitting him where it hurts. He shoots back to his feet, snarling, and that aura appears again as he launches into the song with gusto]

[beautifulrondo]

[Vyers sees it coming this time, and though it's a bit difficult to concentrate with such an uncomfortable, disgusting feeling coursing through his body, he manages to keep from doubling over again]

Allow moi to show you... a truly elegant attack!

[he throws his hand forward and a bunch of rose petals begin to drift slowly downward. Just as they're all scattered in front of him, Vyers whips around and punches, catching the petals alight in a spiral of flame]

[musicalplum]

[Troubadour only has a moment to be awed by the beauty of the attack until he's engulfed in flame and explodes with an anguished cry of defeat.

To think a demon could be so...so...cool!

Passed out, he twitches on the ground as smoke rises from his singed body]

[beautifulrondo]

[Vyers gives one last shudder and stares down at Troubadour, shaking his head]

I tried to warn you, sir, but you did not listen. Perhaps now you will learn to respect those of greater experience.

[he looks toward the doors, brushing off his sleeves and muttering to himself about how unclean he feels as he starts to head toward the throne room to see a certain rival]