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>>37578411
"Look kid, you've got two options, either you send me back right the fuck now, or I break out of this clusterfuck of a chalk circle and wreak havoc on your civilization, what's it gonna be?"
His eyes widen, but he sets his jaw and stands steadily.
"I'd rather be sent to the deepest pit of Hell than admit to defeat against you."
Fucking stubborn-ass humans, ah well, after 500000 years your soul bank could probably use some replenishing, odds are the Unspeakable increased taxes even moreso while you were sleeping.
"Well, I guess that's your choice kid."
You draw yourself up to your full height, and release the checks you had put on your voice. You speak several sentences in several dead tongues all at once, your voice crashing against the fabric of time itself as it rips into the teen's ears, roughly translated you begin saying
"BEHOLD! I AM..."
Oh, shit. Which of your names should you use?
>Insert Name

>>37578431

Balzdeap

>>37578431
Draz'ukalak

>>37578524
This has to happen.

>>37578431
>>37578534
This.

>>37578785
>>37578623
>>37578534
>>37578524
Gimme one more post to break the tie.

>>37578524
Seconding.

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You chuckle inwardly.
"BEHOLD! I AM BALZDEAP!"
You thunder in a truly ungodly voice. The kid cracks at that, welp, now that the little fucktard's gibbering on the floor may as well see what this place is about. You kick the chalk dust aside in one of the weak spots and begin to walk out.
"Ooooh shit."
You fucked up. Big time. This kid may have been new but he knew his shit, you fucking underestimated the little cunt! By the time your thought process has gone through this you're already half your previous height, your spectacular array of horns is down to just one, you've got two eyes, and both your arms are normal. You begin muttering an incantation in your increasingly less ungodly voice until you manage to stop the draining of your power.
You sigh and look down at yourself. To be honest, at this point, you resemble nothing more than a red, extremely heavily ripped baby. An imp. You've been reduced to a motherfucking imp! In a rage you walk over to the gibbering husk of your summoner, take his head between your two adorable little hands, and squeeze. Even in this form you have the strength of a well built human, and the stamina of a demon, so in no time your coated in the unfortunate boys gore and brain matter. Shit, in your anger you didn't even take a moment to absorb his soul. This fucking blows. Without your horns you barely have enough magic to perform even the most basic of spells.
"SHIT!" You scream, then immediately cringe and stop. Your voice has receded into a warbling, childish, nasal tenor. Hardly the stuff of nightmares anymore. After spending a few minutes moping about your fate, you steel yourself. Looks like you're stuck for now, may as well see what's going on around you.
>Search the desk
>Make the bed
>Look at the poster
>Peak outside

>>37578936
>Search the desk

>>37578978

second

>>37578936
>Search the desk

>>37578936
>search the desk

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>>37578993
>>37578988
>>37578978
>>37579046
You walk over to the desk. A lot of it's in a language unlike any you've seen before. That said you've seen the rise and fall of hundreds of thousands of human civilizations on each of the 9 planets in existence. After a few minutes you manage to decipher the script, fairly simple really. Huh... the fuck? These people have a fairly good understanding of demons and their summoning and binding, what did you miss while you were asleep? Ah well, you look around the desk and grab a red pen and a few blank pieces of stationary, if there's one thing you've learned in your time as a demon, it's you never know when you're gonna need to do some paperwork.
>Make the bed
>Look at the poster
>Peak outside
Health: 5
Inventory: Red Pen, (5) Blank Paper
Spells: Concealment
Form: Imp
Souls: 0

>>37579078
>Make the bed
Also check under it for useful things.

>>37579078
>Peak outside
Hopefully this is just some other layer of hell...

>>37579078
>>37579105
+1

>>37579105
Thirding

>>37579078
Cross out various random parts of the book on demon understanding and make lewd, arrogant, and annoying corrections throughout it. They'll be so pissed when they find that.

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>>37579105
>>37579129
>>37579145
On a whim you decide to go and make the kid's bed, the messiness bothers you a little. As you begin to struggle with the sheets the black cat from before jumps in front of you, hissing!
You enter combat with: Summoners Black Cat!
Black Cat
>Health: 2
>Attack: 0.05
>Magic: 0

Balzdeap
>Health: 5
>Attack: 1
>Magic: 0.25
Health is measured in how many 100% hits of attack you can take. A 100% attack is 1 health, a 100% magic attack is 2 health.
Attack power is measured in the strength of a fit human male. 1 attack means you role 1d100, and what you get is the % of force of a fit human male you attack with, 2 attack means 1d200, etc. i.e if you attack and role a 65, you attack with 65% of the strength of a fit man.
Magic is measured in the same way as attack, except it represents the strength of an average demon in magical terms.
(This is a bullshit system I came up with an hour ago, it's probably shit but bear with me. The post and it's roll will be used. Turns are back and forth.)
>Attack (Roll 1d100)
>Magic attack (Roll 1d25)

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>37579288
Rolling for black cats anal circumference

Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>37579288
>Attack (Roll 1d100)

Magic cat?

Rolled 3 (1d25)

>>37579288
Magic attack

>>37579310
You dodge around the cat and jam your fist up it's ass, rupturing whatever catty organs the little shit has got in there.
(-0.79 Cat Health)
The cat swipes at you. Nicking your face a little bit in the process.
(-0.05 Balzdeap Health)
Black Cat
>Health: 1.21
>Attack: 0.05
>Magic: 0

Balzdeap
>Health: 5
>Attack: 1
>Magic: 0.25

Wait to post till I get through all your attacks.

Rolled 9 (1d25)

>>37579375
Magic attack

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>37579375
attack duh

>>37579312
>>37579312
You swing a right hook and connect with the cat's head, dazing it for a second.
(-0.74 Black Cat Health)
The cat tenses up, as if preparing to unleash a magical torrent at you. Fortunately, it's not a magic cat.
(-0.00 Balzdeap Health)
Black Cat
>Health: 0.47
>Attack: 0.05
>Magic: 0

Balzdeap
>Health: 4.95
>Attack: 1
>Magic: 0.25

I'll rephrase, don't post until I finish getting through the attacks up to the most recent attack post.

Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>37579441

Finish him!

Attack

>>37579319
You prepare to fire up what little magic you have, you take aim and release a disappointing sputter of demonic energy that lightly shoves the cat to the side.
(-0.06 Black Cat Health)
The cat attempts to bite through the muscle of your arm, but only succeeds in lightly bruising it.
(0.02 Balzdeap Health)
Black Cat
>Health: 0.41
>Attack: 0.05
>Magic: 0

Balzdeap
>Health: 4.93
>Attack: 1
>Magic: 0.25

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>37579494
attack finish this

>>37579392
Dejected, you try your magic again, with more success this time, you probably broke one or two of it's ribs.
(-0.18 Black Cat Health)
It scratches at you, barely drawing blood.
(-0.01 Balzdeap Health)
Black Cat
>Health: 0.23
>Attack: 0.05
>Magic: 0

Balzdeap
>Health: 4.92
>Attack: 1
>Magic: 0.25

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>>37579400
Growing tired of this fucking tedious fight, you walk up to the black cat, wind up your arm, and deliver a devastating uppercut, smashing it's head open and smearing it's brain matter over the ceiling. Gruesome.
Unfortunately, cats are soulless creatures, so you don't gain anything from it other than it's lifeforce, which you promptly use to heal yourself.

>Find something else to do in the room (Specify)
>Peak Outside

Health: 5
Inventory: Red Pen, (5) Blank Paper
Spells: Concealment
Form: Imp
Souls: 0/1

>>37579611
Look for any magical items, focuses, supplies the kid had.

>>37579611

Peak outside

>>37579611
>>Find something else to do in the room (Specify)
LOOT DA ROOM FER SHINIEZ

>>37579611
Vandalize the books with various lewd and angry commentary on how

>>37579656
>>37579646
You begin to look around the room for anything valuable, it quickly becomes obvious the kid wasn't very well off. The texts on the desk are pretty much useless at this point, they're covered in the cat's brain matter which has dripped onto them from the ceiling. As for shinies, what little coinage he has seems to be of a negligent amount, and even if it wasn't, it'll still be a while before you're able to make yourself look convincingly human enough to use it.

Currently writing for:
>Peak outside

>>37579918
take a peak

>>37579918
>Peak outside

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>>37579647
>>37579951
>>37579972
You walk to the door, you've realized at this point several things. First off, fighting is a shiiiitttyyy idea at the moment, you took on that cat with minimal injuries, but anything much larger is likely to be human and armed. Second, from what you can tell, this idiot was summoning a demon from inside an apartment complex, it's insulting, really. Next, this particular civilization seems to have grown on a fertile Venus, first Venatus civilization you've heard of in a while really (then again you were just out for 500000 years). Finally, this civilization appears to have some knowledge of demons for some reason, normally your existence has been a closely kept secret as your kind manipulated the human civilizations that keep popping up for souls and essence.
Anyway, it's time to get your bearings, you crack open the door, and for the nth time today...
"OOOH, SHIT!", you slam the door. Shit. Fuck shit motherfucking cunt balls. You've landed in the midst of a Class 4 human civilization, and one that's obviously endured far longer than it should have. You reflect on your knowledge of, well, everything. Seems like a waste of time but for some reason you're compelled to think it all through.

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>>37580242
In existence, there are two realms. Hell and Sol. Hell is quite obviously the realm of demons, a built up civilization with different castes and types of demons, lead by the Unspeakable, who despite his name is really quite speakable, both of and to. Sol is the realm of the Eldritch and the humans. You see, for millenia the demons have fueled their economy off human souls and human essences, by doing this they've driven hundreds of thousands of civilizations into the dust. Generally the cycle goes Class 1: Where humans are hunter-gatherers, Class 2: Where humans enter a feudal age, Class 3: Where humans enter an age of nations and 'modern' warefare, and Class 4: Where humans enter a futuristic age. Normally at Class 4 humans begin to look towards 'space', all too soon though, they realize 'space' isn't so much 'space' as, well, horrible, mind bending abominations. The 'stars' that humans see in their night sky? That's their eyes. Once this is realized, human civilization falls into pandemonium, and as this is the best time for souls and their brightest, the demons come out of their portals and unleash a rapture. This occasionally leads to conflict with the Eldritch beings, hence your fame as a warlord. The human relation to demons tends to be extremely basic, sometimes they summon them, but it's usually very, very badly, and the demon tends to let loose if it's in a Class 2 civilization or below, otherwise they'll wait till pandemonium.

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>>37580263
But the Class 4 civilization you're in is... different. Upon the mere glance outside you can tell, they know about the Eldritch beings in the sky, but if they do know about them, where is the pandemonium? Not to mention, all that information about demons on the kid's desk that looked like it was from a library, what he said about some sort of 'tower'... were demons common knowledge here? And if they were, were they largely enslaved? Overwhelmed, you sit on the bed and idly gnaw on the cat's corpse.
Suddenly a pentagram of blood forms on the ceiling, dripping down into the form of one of the Unspeakable's personalities. Fucking shit, of all of them, did he have to send Beelzebub?
"BEHOLD!" Beelzebub buzzed.
"IT'S ME!" Beelzebub buzzed some more.
"I FINALLY FOUND YOU!" What an annoying fucking sound.
"Ya, hey buddy." Beelzebub paused, looking around for the source of the voice. It looked down, and narrowed it's 7000 eyes.
"Balzdeap... is that you?"
You sigh, it comes out as a whiny, high pitched gasp.
"Yes, yes it is."
Beelzebub erupts into laughter, a sound reminiscent of sharpened human bone scraping against a board of chalk mixed with hundreds of babies abandoned by their mothers burning to death.

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>>37580285
"HOOOLY SHIT, I CAN'T BELIEVE IT, DID HE DO THIS TO YOU?!" Beelzebub buzzed, pointing a long, hairy arm at the corpse of the teen.
Oh shit, you could never admit to this fucking poser that you were one upped by an amateur, thinking quickly, you decide to bluff it.
"Of course not! Don't you see the state he's in? I chose this form because... because... it's the new fashion? Ya, that's it."
It looks unconvinced, but has no choice but to accept it.
"Well alright then, at least you're at full strength, you'll need it." God that FUCKING BUZZING SOU- wait, what did it say?
"And why's that?"
"We've been trying to contact you for the last 50000 years, after all this got out of control" It gestures around in a general sort of motion "You see, this civilization is an oddity, it figured out some secrets to binding us to their bidding fairly early, and it's only risen since then. Technologically they're at a Class 4, but despite knowing about our Eldritch buddies up there, their societal sanity is still at average levels." You ponder what It said for a few moments, that's truly a momentous change...
"In fact, they've even started colonizing some of the other planets here, and are leaping even further ahead technologically by looking at the remnants of their civilizations." Okay, sure, but what does this have to do with you?

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>>37580304
"Okay, sure, but what does this have to do with me?"
"Well, Balzdeap, buddy, you're the strongest demon left in Hell besides ourselves you see." You nod thoughtfully. Wait, what!?
"Holy shit what!? How'd that happen?"
"The rest of them are enslaved. Look, all you gotta do is free some of them and cause this civilization to fall into pandemonium like the ones before them, simple stuff for a guy like you, right?" Shit. Shit shit shit. You can't back down now, he's calling your bluff without even realizing it. Fuck. Alright, you've got no choice, you'll figure something out.
"Pfft, ya, totally! Easy shit! Uh, let's see, could you transfer anything from my soul account to me? Just make it a bit easier on me in terms of, yknow... things."
"It's empty." Beelzebub buzzed.
"What?"
"Your soul bank is empty." That FUCKING BUZZING.
"O-Oh... alright... that's fine." This is going to be harder than you thought.
"Well if that's everything..." The motherfucker buzzed.
Do you have any questions?
>Specify Question
>Continue on

>>37580323
>Specify Question
Anything unusual about the bindings, Kid almost got me with something before I ended him.

>>37580323
The fuck did all the souls go? What about the ones on that demonic carribean island! Seriously!

>>37580323
>specify question
Are there any... exceedingly easy ways to get your souls back, or at least get a lot of new ones fast?

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>>37580354
>>37580367
>>37580375
"Is there anything unnusual about the magical binding that this civilization has? That kid almost got me with something before I ended him." You question.
"Almost got you?" Beelzebub fucking buzzed.
"W-well I mean, I was always able to break free of course it's just... it was... uh... stronger than... usual?"
Beelzebub looks at you dubiously with 6432 of his eyes.
"Well, since you mention it, they seem to have made some sort of formalized system of it based on their computer code, apparently most rich families have a small contingent of demons summoned by hired 'programmers'."
Interesting, not quite what you expected, but good to know.
"Alright, good to know, now, pray tell me Beezlebuddy. Where the fuck did all my souls go?"
Beelzebub suddenly looks as sheepish as a non-sheep demon possibly could.
"Well you see, administrative costs went up quuiite a bit with the disappearance of 75% of our population, and uh-"
"Taxes?"
"Taxes."
Shit.
You consider asking him for a loan, which would be an incredibly easy way to get a fuckton of souls for a short period. Then you remember his interest rate. Maybe not.
"Alright, well, thanks, I'll get right to throwing a Class 4 civilization that's infinitely stronger than any we've seen before under the bus. Yup, I'll get right to that. Yesiree, don't check on my or anything , alright?"
"Yes, yes, farewell." With a final buzz, It departs, finally! Your nerves are shot.
Thinking quickly, you lap up some of the blood leftover from his entrance, this should give you enough magical energy for a teleportation, and maybe some cheap carnival tricks on the side.

>Think up a clever scheme to get a quick soul and execute it
>Go for a walk outside
>Other (Specify)

Health: 5
Inventory: Red Pen, (5) Blank Paper
Spells: Concealment
Form: Imp
Souls: 0/1

>>37580367
taxes
>>37580323
>Continue on

>>37580623
>Think up a clever scheme to get a quick soul and execute it

>>37580623
>Think up a clever scheme to get a quick soul and execute it

>>37580623
>Think up a clever scheme to get a quick soul and execute it
Chase and catch a rat for it's soul in the shitty apartment.

>>37580623
Find and eat a hobo then

>>37580623
>Think up a clever scheme to get a quick soul and execute it

>>37580637
Is there no such thing as a hellish caymen islands or switzerland?

>>37580623
Think up a clever scheme to get a quick soul and execute it. Start a bank, think about how many people would be willing to sell there soul to run it!

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>>37580666
>>37580679
>>37580707
>>37580760
You begin thinking... what's the easiest way to collect souls?
Of course! The classic! A contract! A deal with the devil! That's a theme prevalent throughout all the civilizations, each one is filled with individuals that are just pining to sign their soul away for the ability to be the greatest rock band ever, or something like that. In fact, you can feel someone calling out for a devil in this same apartment complex, perfect! You muster what little energy you have and teleport to the place.
In front of you is a child, no older than 9 or 10, in ratty clothing, you're huddled in a dark room, garbage and beer bottles strewn all about. Fuck! Your appearance, he seems extremely put off by your diminutive appearance, you need to think of a reason, and quick.
>"Hello, I'm a secretary from HellCo, I heard you wanted to make a contract? (Roll 1d10, 4 or above for success)
>"Did I hear someone ask for a miracle? Let me hear you say 'AAAH'!" (Roll 1d10, 5 or above for success)
>"You summon me?" (Roll 1d10, 7 or above for success)

Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>37580848
>"Hello, I'm a secretary from HellCo, I heard you wanted to make a contract? (Roll 1d10, 4 or above for success)
Here we go

Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>37580848
>"Did I hear someone ask for a miracle? Let me hear you say 'AAAH'!" (Roll 1d10, 5 or above for success)

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>37580848
>"Did I hear someone ask for a miracle? Let me hear you say 'AAAH'!"

Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>37580848
>"You summon me?"

>>37580878
You fucker!

Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>37580848
>"You summon me?" (Roll 1d10, 7 or above for success)

>>37580915
>>37580878
>>37580879
nice, really smooth. fuck.

I knew we should have just gone for the rat.

>>37580955
Animals have no souls, just like the deal with the cat. Let's hope our QM is a merciful one.

>>37581015
"Unfortunately, cats are soulless creatures" seems to imply that not all animals a soulless, but I was mostly joking anyway.

>>37580882
"AAAH!" The boy exclaims in fear at the suddenness of your appearance.
"Close enough!" you yell, rereading the script of that animated movie in your mind, hope this encounter has less reverse-drag.
"A-a-a demon!"
You ignore him.
"Get ready boy! Your impish salvation is at hand! I am the guardian of lost souls! I am the powerful, the pleasurable, the indestructible Balzdeap!"
You flex like a Greek God.
"Pretty hot, huh? Now, you say you wanna make a contract? What for?"
The boy timidly looks at you, sufficiently wowed by your performance.
"My dad... he's not nice, I guess I want a favour more than anything, I want you to kill him!"
Whoa. What? This kid's pretty fucking vengeful, what could that guy do that-
"You see he... he hurts my sister."
You look in the corner of the room you're in. Sure enough, there's a young girl, older than the boy, but still young, she's quite obviously been abused in more ways than one. Oblivious to your presence, and probably everything else, she lays there with glazed eyes.
Honestly, while you are a demon and such things aren't quite as despicable in your eyes, it's a little disheartening to see that humans still haven't gotten past that, even in this society as far advanced as it is.
"Alright boy, let's do this, you sign your soul over to me, I'll kill your dad, and even rehabilitate your sister as a bonus, got it?"
His eyes brighten and he smiles widely.
"Ya!"

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>>37581141
What a gullible little shit. Despite that though, you are faced with a choice. Demonically written contracts are always binding to the human party, however, they're only binding to the demonic party if written in that demon's blood. This kid obviously didn't know that, and trusted you wholeheartedly. Whatever you do, you're gonna end up with two souls, and two thralls (hey, you never said in what way you'd rehabilitate the girl). It just depends on whether there's enough pity in your heart to actually follow through with the contract. As you write out the contract on one of your pieces of stationary, you struggle whether to sign it honestly or dishonestly. The child signs, and now, the moment of truth.
>Sign with the red pen
>Sign with your blood

>>37581160
>Sign with your blood

>>37581074
would rats fare better than cats? but it would good to know what creatures we can harvest for souls? and what is it in equivalent to human souls?

>>37581160
>Sign with your blood

>>37581189
Only humans and Eldritch beings have souls, Demons have to harvest them from them.

>>37581189
I assumed it was a matter of cats being soulless evil fucks. Pic related.

I'm a bit interested too but it's probably going to be rather pointless in the large scheme of things unless we want to be a rat demon or something.

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>>37581262
fuck.

>>37581160

>Sign with the red pen

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>>37581160
>>Sign with your blood

>>37581277
>pic related

>>37581160
sign it with your blood, the contract literally says to kill a person, thats something you totally do anyway.

>>37581262
Most mythologies and religions portray the animals as beings with no soul, and in some cats actually are hosts for evil spirits and the like.

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>>37581184
>>37581211
>>37581353
Ah, fuck it. You wheeze out a sigh. Blood coagulates at the end of one of your fingernails like a pen and you sign the contract. Hopefully these kid's souls will be enough for you to take on a full grown man. As the children's eyes glaze over and their minds are erased you think about thrallhood. When someone signs a soul over to you for a contract, on honour they get 30 or so years with whatever they signed for before entering thrallhood, but for a favour like this, it's immediate. Thralls will follow any order you give them to the letter, but that's about it. They're not smart, and certainly can't think for themselves for do anything innovative, if you want something like that you should think about growing yourself a cult.
+2 souls
Upon gaining the souls you feel your body start to swell up, you're now the size of a pre-teen human, your skin is significantly more durable, you're significantly stronger, and you have a bit more magical potency.
After of few minutes of examining your new form as a Great Imp, you hear a key fumbling at the door. Welp, time to uphold your end of the bargain. You order the kids to stand back and ready yourself. The father bursts in, he's big, huge even, and holds a beer bottle in one hand. On sighting you and his children his eyes widen.
"Now, I dun't know whut a demun's duin' here, but git tha fuck away frum my kids!"
He smashes his beer bottle against the wall, leaving him with sharpened glass.
You enter combat with: Drunken Father (Armed)
Father
>Health: 5
>Attack: 3
>Magic: 0

Balzdeap
>Health: 10
>Attack: 5
>Magic: 0.75

>Attack (1d500)
>Magic (1d75)

Rolled 38 (1d500)

>>37581484
attack

Rolled 62 (1d500)

>>37581484
>Attack
Find out what he does

>>37581498
You throw a punch, but he manages to throw himself to the side just enough so that's it's only glancing, not the awe-inspiring murder slam you were looking for.
(-0.38 Father Health)
He swings at you with the shard as you're staggered off balance from the glancing blow, cutting into your upper right arm.
(-1.73 Balzdeap Health)
Father
>Health: 4.62
>Attack: 3
>Magic: 0

Balzdeap
>Health: 8.27
>Attack: 5
>Magic: 0.75

Rolled 308 (1d500)

>>37581565
Attack

>>37581533
You go for another swing, it connects slightly more this time, but most of the force in your arm goes into the doorframe. "That tha best yuo gut?!" he taunts.
(-0.62 Father Health)
After spitting out those words he ducks under your arm embedded in the doorframe and jabs the shard into your elbow, you screech in pain.
(-2.07 Balzdeap Health)
Father
>Health: 4.00
>Attack: 3
>Magic: 0

Balzdeap
>Health: 6.20
>Attack: 5
>Magic: 0.75

Rolled 117 (1d500)

>>37581626
>Find a weapon
>Have your thralls restrain him to buy time
>Hit him in the dick with it

>>37581561
You decide to stop going for the fancy hits and simply sock him right in the stomach, with the force of two men you wind him, break several ribs, and cause some internal bruising.
(-2.44 Father Health)
He fakes his recovery for a moment and then comes at you with a surprise attack, catching you in the abdomen with the sharpest part of his makeshift blade.
(-2.83 Balzdeap Health)
Father
>Health: 1.56
>Attack: 3
>Magic: 0

Balzdeap
>Health: 3.37
>Attack: 5
>Magic: 0.75

>>37581672
1dwhat

Rolled 9 (1d12)

>>37581680
Attack!

Rolled 49 (1d75)

>>37581680
Magic Attack
I have no idea what's going on right now

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Rolled 278 (1d396)

>>37581680
>Attack

>>37581613
Now you're pissed. You wind up for your classic uppercut and nail him in the head. You hit him in such a way that his head is cleanly detached from his body, and the body isn't even affected by the obliteration of it's controlling appendage. It stands on it's own for a few seconds, spurting blood from the gaping hole where the head used to be, then falls to the ground.
You heal yourself with his life essence.
+5 Health
You collect his dirty, rotten soul.
Welp, now that that's dealt with you decide to make your original summoner's hideout your new hideout for now!
Upon returning with your two new thralls, you sit and consider the possibilities.
>Hideout Management
>Get more souls (Contract or Specify a new way and roll 1d100 for success)
>Explore (wear hooded robe and learn more about the city)
>Learn more (Specify topic, aka any lore or something you don't understand)
>Other (Specify)

Health: 8.37
Inventory: Red Pen, (4) Blank Paper
Spells: Concealment, Fireball, Teleport
Form: Greater Imp
Souls: 3/5

>>37581691
>>37581755
>>37581775
To clarify, in combat actions are queued up, I'll work through the list of actions till they're over, or until the combat ends.

>>37581782
>>Explore (wear hooded robe and learn more about the city)
>>Learn more (Space age, the nature of summoning techniques, societal awareness of demon kind)

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>37581782
>Get more souls (Contract or Specify a new way and roll 1d100 for success)
Kill someone living near us
Others won't realize sounds are not coming from our place

>>37581811
this

>>37581782
>>37581811
this

>>37581782
>Other (Specify)
Boot up the summoner's computer and check the browser history

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>>37581811
You carefully extricate the remains of your summoner's body from the robe and wash it to the best of your abilities using the tears of your thralls. Welp, it'll have to do. Now then, time to explore and learn more about this civilization. You leave your apartment and truly take a look around for the first time. All around you, white buildings built on curve and impossible angles gleam, with the occasional except of massive concrete skyscrapers, such as the one you're in that seem to house the lower class portion of the population. The ground is covered with what look to be machines of some variety, bright lights glow from them below. Floating aboveground are various plazas and streets conjoining the different high-tech looking buildings, you can see humans socializing down among them. And above you see flying vehicles of some description zipping along in a chaotic fashion. You climb down the building and begin wandering the streets. Now that you're at ground level, you notice your kind. They're not quite everywhere, but it seems as if each prissy looking rich girl, lovey dovey couple, or nuclear family has one or two hulking demons trailing behind them, forced to carry their things. For their part, the demons look timid and meek, forced into submission by their bindings. It seems that not only to these bindings force them into servitude permanently, but they also restrain their physical stature, and in some cases morph them into something new altogether! You see one or two wardemons that you recognize, but restrain yourself from calling out.

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>>37582027
You return to your hideout, dismayed at the advanced technology you see, and the horrible position your kind have been put into. You're going to see to it that that's all changed.
>Hideout Management
>Get more souls (Contract or Specify a new way and roll 1d100 for success)
>Explore (wear hooded robe and learn more about the city, specify what sorta stuff you want to learn.)
>Learn more (Specify topic, aka any lore or something you don't understand, by this I mean things that Balzdeap would have knowledge of, i.e stuff on hell and whatnot.)
>Other (Specify)

Health: 8.37
Inventory: Red Pen, (4) Blank Paper, Hooded Robe
Spells: Concealment, Fireball, Teleport
Thralls: 2(Children)
Form: Greater Imp
Appendages: None
Souls: 3/5

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>37582047

>Hideout Management

>>37582047
Can we teleport into some other apartments?

>>37582072
Hideout Management is just another menu:
>Get Thralls to dispose of body (roll 1d100)
>Sleep (Restore Health)
>Salvage materials
>Other (Specify)

>>37582084
Explain what you wanna do in them and get people to agree first, but ya.

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>37582047
>>Get more souls (Contract or Specify a new way and roll 1d100 for success)
Is there any way aside from contracts we can actually get souls?

>>37582047
Teleport to other apartments and kill people here
>>37582125
Killing them seems to work

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>37582100
>Get Thralls to dispose of body

>>37582100
>>Salvage materials

>>37582125
Souls can be harvested from contracts, and from recently dead humans. There may be other ways, if you can think of one that I decide is reasonable that'll be another way. Or if you can think of a better way to do gathering souls of the two methods you already know.

>>37582100
>Salvage materials
I'm curious as to what could possibly be useful to a demon in this apartment.

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>37582047
>Get more souls (Contract or Specify a new way and roll 1d100 for success)
Host a simple gambling game. If the customers win they get cash but if we win we get something else in return (their soul). Of course get one of our thralls to host it.

>>37582169
Their technology somehow incorporates soul binding into circuitry correct? Could we use the internet to send electronic contracts to random people to safetly and anonymously gather souls?

>>37582180
Do we have any money? If we do this seems like a good plan.

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>>37582159
>>37582170
You begin rooting through the apartment, the closet is packed with dark, gothy clothing and what look like band t-shirts, fuckin' special snowflake eh? The books on the desk are useless, but in a secret compartment you find a ritualistic knife. Nice, this'll be useful in a fight, it also seems to be slightly imbued with demonic energy, increasing your magic slightly while wielding.
(Attack +2) (Magic attack +0.25)

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>>37582180
>>37582323
You begin thinking, how else could I grab souls? Of course! You're buddies with Avarice, also known as Greed, one of the 7 deadly sins! What better way to a mans soul than through money, and the time when money is most alluring? When you're gambling for it. For now you clean up your thrall's original apartment, hiding the father's body in the closet, and set up a table. You have zilch in terms of money right now so you try to think of another reward. The boy is 9, so there's not much he can do, but the girl is 22, and quite a looker at that. You cut her outfit a little more provocatively with your knife and set her up with some cards you found in your apartment at the table. You send your male thrall to apartments where you can sense particularly large amounts of avarice. Soon you have an assortment of con-artists, gamblers, cheats, and lawyers at your table. Your female thrall explains the rules, knuckles, a game played extensively in Hell. As she talks about the prizes, she says, "If I win, I get something of each of yours, if you win, you get, well..." she winks. They think they know what she means, but honestly they'll merely get to keep their lives.
The game commences and it's going well for a while, you commanding your thrall via your mind while under a concealment spell in the corner. However a certain lawyer with a mad haircut seems particularly adept at the game, and eventually beats you. Your female thrall shoes everyone out. Damn, no souls this time, but if you do better next time the payout could be huge.

>>37582408
>Hideout Management
>Get more souls (Contract: 1d100 with 50 or over, Gambling 1d100 with 75 or over, or specify a new way and roll 1d100 for success)
>Explore (wear hooded robe and learn more about the city, specify what sorta stuff you want to learn.)
>Learn more (Specify topic, aka any lore or something you don't understand, by this I mean things that Balzdeap would have knowledge of, i.e stuff on hell and whatnot.)
>Other (Specify)

Health: 8.37
Inventory: Red Pen, (4) Blank Paper, Hooded Robe, Ritual Knife, Assorted Clothes
Spells: Concealment, Fireball, Teleport
Thralls: 2(Children)
Form: Greater Imp
Appendages: None
Souls: 3/5

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>37582420
Go outside and ask someone if they would be willing to give us their soul and become our thrall

>>37582453
jesus fuck alright then

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>>37582453

>>37582453
You walk outside your apartment to get some air from the stuffy indoors, and to take in the fantastical cityscape in front of you. As you're walking out a girl bumps into you. She looks no older than 18.
"Oh" she mutters, looking at your face, "A demon, and a free one, huh."
You stop her with a hand on her shoulder, how strange, she's quite obviously suffering from some form of depression, but she's also free of sin, completely.
"Well I can't just let you go now that you've seen me." Somehow, you expected her answer.
"Not like it matters anyway, I think I'm gonna go and try flying." She smiles a little, huh.
You think quickly about how you could turn this situation to your advantage, you could just collect her soul once she goes splat at the bottom of the building, but another idea dawns on you.
"Hey, how about this, I can't let you go on the off chance that you don't become an hero, and you want eternal oblivion. I can take your soul from you, you'd be doing me a favour, your consciousness would completely cease to exist, and your body would stick around, how's that sound?"
She thinks for a few moments and nods, "Sounds go-" Wasting no further time after her nod of permission, your promptly rip her soul from it's corporeal vessel.
You feel like this was an EXTREMELY lucky encounter, you can't count on something like that happening all that often, you got another soul and a thrall out of it though so who's complaining.

>>37582608
>Hideout Management
>Get more souls (Contract: 1d100 with 50 or over, Gambling 1d100 with 75 or over, or specify a new way and roll 1d100 for success)
>Explore (wear hooded robe and learn more about the city, specify what sorta stuff you want to learn.)
>Learn more (Specify topic, aka any lore or something you don't understand, by this I mean things that Balzdeap would have knowledge of, i.e stuff on hell and whatnot.)
>Other (Specify)

Health: 8.37
Inventory: Red Pen, (4) Blank Paper, Hooded Robe, Ritual Knife, Assorted Clothes
Spells: Concealment, Fireball, Teleport
Hideouts: Apartment, Gambling Den
Thralls: 1(Child), 2(Adults)
Form: Greater Imp
Appendages: None
Souls: 4/5

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>37582617
These guys know about souls yes?
We should try to go to place full of suffering or something and tell these guys that we can free from their despair

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>37582617
>Get more souls (Contract: 1d100 with 50 or over, Gambling 1d100 with 75 or over, or specify a new way and roll 1d100 for success)
Gambling

Actually I think I'm done for the night, will run the next thread at some later point, gonna archive this of SupTG
Follow my twitter /PhantomOfTheCM if you want updates on when this will run, thanks for coming out y'all!

>>37582617
>>Get more souls (Gambling, set up hidden cameras in the ceiling to spy on the players hands)
I assume we can send telepathic orders to our thrall.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=phantom+of+the+cm%2C+demon
just encase anyone has trouble finding it.

>>37582682
It was fun~

>>37582761
>>37582759
Thanks guys! Glad I'm a bearable writefag. If you've got any advice or questions ask them now.

>>37582769
Can Balzdeap into computers?

>>37582799
Totally! Hell's seen thousands of Civilizations and any that got to Class 3 had computers, Balzdeap can use'em just fine.