Now for the jailer, your ball and chain. But they also hold the key to your freedom if the time comes. Do what you wish, but their views, ideals, and goals are all vastly different and will give you an entirely different view and battles in the inferno. Think carefully of what kind of fights you wish to encounter for no one lord has the same journey.
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>A cannibalistic radio host who takes pleasure in others failure. (Alastor)
>A Snake with the mind of a genius and a thirst for domination. (Sir Pentious)
>A Moth full of lust yet no love. (Valentino)
>A TV headed, charismatic, egotistical, and manipulative showman. (Vox)
>An innocent daughter of a fallen. (Charlie.)
>A.....Imp?(Blitzo.)

Wrath, anger was the prevailing emotion in your life, it never steered you wrong. (Bladed Demon)

>An innocent daughter of a fallen. (Charlie.)

The only one who may believe in us, channel our rage not for us, but for her.

>>5481682
>sloth
>alastor

>Pride made through a life of hardship. You did what you had to. (Plated Demon.)
>A TV headed, charismatic, egotistical, and manipulative showman. (Vox)

>>5481679
>Wrath, anger was the prevailing emotion in your life, it never steered you wrong. (Bladed Demon)
>>5481682
>An innocent daughter of a fallen. (Charlie.)

>>5481679
>Pure, oh you poor thing. (Light Demon.)
>>5481682
>An innocent daughter of a fallen. (Charlie.)

>>5481694
I want to play as a sloth demon so I'll +1 this guy.

>>5481694
+1

>>5481691
Support

>>5481813
+1

>>5481679
>Pure, oh you poor thing. (Light Demon.)
>>5481682
>An innocent daughter of a fallen. (Charlie.)

>>5481679
>Pure, oh you poor thing. (Light Demon.)
>An innocent daughter of a fallen. (Charlie.)
Let's be her Apostle and suffer because of it.

>>5481682
>Pure, oh you poor thing. (Light Demon.)
>An innocent daughter of a fallen. (Charlie.)

>>5481679
>Pure, oh you poor thing. (Light Demon.)
>>5481682
>An innocent daughter of a fallen. (Charlie.)

>>5481682
>Sloth, why do anything, it’s not like you had a life to live anyway. (Psychedelic Demon)
>A Snake with the mind of a genius and a thirst for domination. (Sir Pentious)
Drug demon with Good ol Stamper the Methhead for our boss

>>5482243
>Wrath, anger was the prevailing emotion in your life, it never steered you wrong. (Bladed Demon)

>An innocent daughter of a fallen. (Charlie.)

>Pure, oh you poor thing. (Light Demon.)

>An innocent daughter of a fallen. (Charlie.)

>>5481679
>Pure,Oh you poor thing (Light demon)
>An innocent daughter of the fallen(Charlie)

Oh boy I can't wait for this to pan out well

>>5482039
+1

>>5481682
>Pure, oh you poor thing. (Light Demon.)
>An innocent daughter of a fallen. (Charlie.)

>>5481694
+1

>>5481694
+1 sloth alastor

>>5481682
>Gluttony, from a life of overindulgence. (Guillotine Demon)
>A Snake with the mind of a genius and a thirst for domination. (Sir Pentious)
Eternal want, unending desire. Aligned with a demon who wants for control of all.

Dead quest?

>>5483334
Have a little patience. It's only been a day

>>5481679
>>Wrath, anger was the prevailing emotion in your life, it never steered you wrong. (Bladed Demon)
>>An innocent daughter of a fallen. (Charlie.)

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Sorry this took a day, I was bit overwhelmed with the responses. Rewrote a lot. Other parts won’t take as long.
Pure Wins
Charlie Wins by landslide.
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The dull throbbing of pain made its drunkard self known to your temples as it pounded against the confines of the paper thin walls of your skull. Giving in to pain’s demands you force yourself out of whatever slumber you were in.
With an annoyed grunt you turn your head to your side.
Only for a corpse to stare into your very being with impossibly colored irises. Your body freezes. What the h-

“Hey....your pretending too?” A hoarse hushed voice came out of the seemingly dead....thing. It’s amber reptilian eyes bore into your own. It’s green rough skin and numerous bumps along its body gave it a toad-like appearance.
“Jeez, with how fucked up you look maybe your better off as a corpse.” They chuckled softly, in the same small barely audible tone.
“I kid, ugly. Just stay stiff and act like a-“

A white spear suddenly lunges itself through the creatures head, with an inhuman croak the being sprayed you with viscous black viscera from its now tunneled cranium.
Your frozen in place, the white tipped spear is pulled back from the corpses head, it’s wielder looked downward towards you.
Black wings of reapers-cloth stand high over you. Desaturated grey armor houses a grinning thing with a floating crown above its head.
Black horns and a piano like smile and drone an LED like face, it looks down at you with what seems like utter glee. Every part of your being agrees on one thing. To run.

Adrenaline courses through you whilst callused arms springboard off of whatever surface you were on, you ignore the moistness clinging to your form. You make it to your feet which feel oddly wobbly for some reason, as if they are growing as you run. You hobble down a street bathed in harsh red light.

Piles of corpses pack the concrete road, your surrounded by death. A powerful gust of wind knocks you on your ass, above stands the winged killer. Despite your efforts your legs refuse to move, an audience of fear fills your head. Your heart beats in what feels like a rapidly expanding rib cage. Which only serves to heighten the primal feeling inside of you.

True death moves to stab a hole clean through you. But It suddenly halts it’s spear, and looks upon your body with a look of bewilderment. With the same level of confusion you turn your head only to catch a glimpse of yourself in a nearby store window. Who...is that looking back at you?

>A Bodybuilder who encouraged others to improve themselves. (Broken Executioner.)

>A priest whose faith is unwavering. (Biblically Accurate)

>A business man who kept his morals. (Voice of Thorns.)

>Country man who just wanted to grill for God’s sake. (Holy Cylinders.)
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Strength,Magic, Charisma, and Range. If it’s too cryptic.

>A business man who kept his morals. (Voice of Thorns.)

The tongue is the mightiest weapon in a land of business.

>>5483376
In case the rewrite was due to the winning vote changing, I'll say a simple post saying the voting's closed or that you've started writing solves the problem usually!
As fun as the grill meme would be, I'd go for the biblically accurate.
And hell has enough charisma specialists to fill several circles. Same with though slabs of meat.
I just want the one guy who isn't a sinner to be the terrifying inhuman monster-looking dude, really!
>A priest whose faith is unwavering. (Biblically Accurate)

>>5483376
>Country man who just wanted to grill for God’s sake. (Holy Cylinders.)

>>5483376
>A priest whose faith is unwavering. (Biblically Accurate)
We already have enough businessmen, let's go full Enrico Pucci

>>5483376
>A priest whose faith is unwavering. (Biblically Accurate)
Fisher of man who kept the nets in the water even in the deepest abyss.
Magic is neath but I chose this to put the fear of God back in the sinners and give Lucy War in Heaven flashbacks.

>>5483384
>full Enrico Pucci
Get that Gravity bs out, we going full Theois down here.

>>5483376
>A priest whose faith is unwavering. (Biblically Accurate)

>>5483376
>A priest whose faith is unwavering. (Biblically Accurate)
Devil priest, I can dig it. Should we get some priest clothes made later too?
Would be cool looking.

>>5483376
>A priest whose faith is unwavering. (Biblically Accurate)

>pure priest sent to hell
>to help the girl who wants to redeem the sinners
4D Chess play from god

>>5483376
>A priest whose faith is unwavering. (Biblically Accurate)

I was about to vote for the business man but >>5483403 convinced me.

>>5483403
>Jesus: All according to keikaku

>>5483376
>A Bodybuilder who encouraged others to improve themselves. (Broken Executioner.)
Won't win but swole is always the goal

>>5483376
>A priest whose faith is unwavering. (Biblically Accurate)
I know shit about Hazbin Hotel because I read some of the character are annoying and one is just "i'm gay, lol", but the premise of the series and what >>5483403 said won me over

Votings over currently writing. Terrifying Priest it is.

>>5483465
I've only watched the pilot. It was fun, though I hear that the fandom has gone way, way into it. The gay guy is literally in hell for his sins, so it's kinda based.

>>5483465
You aren't missing much, everything from the characters to the setting shapes up to be a "Screw you dad! I'm not going to church!" type of story but the premise is fun and I am already excited about this quest.

It better not be the reddit depictions of the biblically accurate angels

Not every angle is a throne

>>5483489
I don't think those are even the actual angels. They're like frames they pilot or something.

>>5483514
Yeah, and Thrones aren't the ones who come on down to earth.

I suppose i'll wait to see what QM will use as a picture...

>>5483518
It would be neato to be those angels that has wings in their faces and feet to cover themselves.

Like not humans nor demons are worth for us to show our being

>>5483534
Those are cherubims, 4 headed keepers of God's throne.

I'm hoping for a seraphim look

>>5483554
Damn, I didn't remembered the animal's head part. In my mind it was only the wings covering their faces and most of the body, but the other head doesn't convince me too much... Well, we need to see what we end up being

>>5483403
This priest better be Father Ted

>Hell Priest serving the qt princess trying to redeem sinners
Ngl I like this concept, being utterly unfamiliar with the Hazbin setting

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A mass of white ensnared in eyes is what looks back at you from your reflection. A small golden circle dotted with small mouths slowly rotated above your mass of peepers.
Your arms are skeletal and are not attached to your body by joints, the space were these integral bones would be is replaced with..nothing. Some unknown force is seemingly keeping your separate body parts form falling apart. Your chest, is a white rib-cage holding what seems like some sort of incandescent orb inside of it.
For some reason staring at it feels nostalgic.
Your legs are in a similar situation to your arms, but it looks like small clumps of feathers are growing on the marble skin.
Lastly, a single limp and weak wing hangs on your back.

“My god.” The Words come out of your halo in an odd childlike chorus. Your executioner watches with an unamused frown.
“Is this what a pure soul looks like? Oh sweet lord help us all.” A feminine voice sighs.
Before your malformed body can say anything the creature of black wings shoots into the sky leaving you with your faith.
She looked weird, I mean a circle of light above their head, wings....oh god you just talked to an angel.
You just talked to an angel, that means...
“Lord hallelujah I’ve been blessed this day!” Your halo yells out towards the heavens. This must be sign of good things to come!
Truly this was a day to be praised!

“Excuse me, sir?”
Your eyes lock on to the second female voice you’ve heard this day. A pale mime with a black tipped nose, shoulder length blonde hair and a red suit walks up towards you with a smile on her face.
You are a couple feet taller than her and are forced to bend over to look her in the eyes. You love mimes, after all to condemn oneself to the vow of silence for the mere enjoyment for others, is this not in itself a penance? Truly a respectable profession.

“I’ve never seen anyone actually SCARE an executioner off! Would you be interested in a job at the Happy Ho-“
“This ugly freak is the on your allowing into our backdoor? Fuck with how he looks he’s probably begging for someone to enter his backdoor.” A gangster accent cut through the opportunistic mimes offer with the grace of broken glass.
A multi armed pink spider struts up towards the now sighing girl.
“Angel Dust, they might-“

“We saw that from a limo window! He looks like something out of a bad trip! I know freaks when I see them, but you don’t gotta look hard to see this one toots.”
The female(?) Demon, clad in pink fur, matching suit and breasts said...with an unmistakable masculine voice. The world made sense yesterday.
——-
I’m going to bed. Tomorrow the quest truly starts. I’ll explain the lore as well as combat.

>>5483763
Good shit QM, good shit.
No clue if there will be a prompt in the next update, but here are my two cents until then.
>praise be, share your jubilation with these two strangers with the fact you bore witness to one of the lords angels, his agents of good.
>ask for them to elaborate about this executioner. were they not an angel?
>the angel also mentioned something about a pure soul. Would these two have any insight into the wisdom of her words?

>>5483763
We look ugly as sin. Truly the Lord works in mysterious ways.

>>5484030
This character and the situation he is in, is awesome. If the quest doesn't die it should be very fun to see our ugly as sin(ironic)priest interact with the world around him. I'm hyped to be honest, hopefully QM can deliver. Also very good job to the lads who voted for the priest, there was no fucking way the other characters have even half the potential to be as fun as him. We can FAITH larp too which makes it even better.

>>5483763
Nice, i'm interested to see what happens next.

>>5484030
Biblical angels are wild bro.

>>5484053
lmao imagine building a church, soup kitchen, and homeless shelter in hell.

>>5484030
I think that the way sinners look in Hazbin hotel is meant to reflect their sins. Our guy is innocent, he broke Hell so much it glitched him into an eldritch appearance.

>>5484099
>Alastor: The chance given were the life they lived before.
>DoomPriest as he starts building churches: Personal Judgement Vs. the Last Judgement

>>5484099
>lmao imagine building a church, soup kitchen, and homeless shelter in hell.
Somehow, i doubt people will believe we're actually innocent

They'll probably think we're a weirdo priest who did something fucked up and just want to hide it.

>>5484140
I assume the average hell denizen would believe we were a child dididler as you know man of god in hell, it's a classic down here I assume. Anyways there are "people" here so destitute if we opened such charities, first people would ransack our shit because "hey we are giving it out for free" but afterwards even if the general public thought the priest was a dididler they might still come to us (and the hotel I guess) for any chance of redemption out of this literal hell.

Despite our current set up being awesome, I do wish we also chose Blitzo as a jailer as well since he's an actually fleshed out character we can interact with.

Not that I'm complaining, just saying that would have been good too. Although characters being fleshed out doesn't means much since nobody out here knows anything about them anyways. Still not a bad thing, this just means QM can adapt the characters better to what he and the thread wants which is pretty good.

>>5484247
While i would obviously like interacting with Moxxie or Loona more than Angel Dust, i think Priest and Charlie is a way more interesting fit.

>>5484140
>Somehow, i doubt people will believe we're actually innocent
We could just let people think what they want. It would probably be easier to let them think what they want than to defend ourself? Probably.

>>5484247
Maybe, but Charlie is a partially blank canvas, which gives the QM something new to add an unknown twist too, as opposed to Blitzo who we know more of.

The girl sighs, her youthful glow seemingly being drained by the eye straining mystery man. Said person looking at her with crossed arms and cocked eyebrows.
“Angel, you don’t know them, they are just...unique.” She said attempting to defend her financial decision.
“Having two dicks is unique, they are just fucking weird, this thing probably can’t even talk.” The pink pervert casually undermines their landlord.
“What kind of job?” The mouth’s of your halo speak in unison. Causing the spider to jump in surprise.
Pure light seemed to radiate from the girl as she smiles widely, and begins to clear her throat.

“Well, we at the Happy Hotel hope to help mitigate the overpopulation of Hell, by giving sinners the opportunity of self betterment!” She beams with childlike glee.
“Hell?” You ask, Your face is blank as the light of your rib cage began to thump against its prison.

“Yeah! Since your new here I’ll help show you around, I’m not sure if it’s as good as the living world, but I think you’ll find plenty of great folks down here.” She beamed as if she wasn’t talking about the inferno.
“Hell...I’m in hell.” Your many eyes widen as the realization hits you.
“Did the pentagram in the sky not give it away dickless?” Pinky points to said shape of the devil, slowly circling in a blood red sky. Oh, you didn’t notice that.
“I...I see.” A shaky ethereal sigh leaves your elevated mouth. The amalgamation of parts starts to slowly shake. Damnation, your judgement was this? Despite everything?

Charlie grimaces at this, oh no, was it gonna have a breakdown over this? Did she say her lines wrong again? Charlie walks toward the tall being of impossible design.
A hand touches your skeletal one.
“I’m sorry, I’m not good at pitching, last time I tried I got laughed at by the entire population. But hey if I can pick myself up after that humiliation.” She looks into your eyes, her piercing yellow eyes somehow felt comforting, human.
“Then you can move on too.” She said with a smile as her cliche filled line caused her tag along to groan.

This woman, she has something you rarely saw even when you were alive, hope. She genuinely believes in her words, in her plan. Her plan, to help others, despite themselves.
“I’ve...been blessed.” A dull croak escapes the ring above.
“Huh?” Charlie blinks while wearing a now slightly creepy looking smile.
“Twice, twice this day I’ve met angels.” You chuckle to yourself and look up toward the blasphemous red sky. Before turning back to the girl.
“I’ll take the job.” A chorus sang, dripping in the faith of what’s to come.
“Great! Oh, you won’t regret this! The happy hotel is gonna change everything!” Charlie practically sang as she walked ahead of you.
“Yeah it’s gonna give all of Hell a target to look and laugh at.” Angel Dust chuckled.

>>5484904
“Growing pains. Right?” She made pleading eyes at her first redemption patient. Your employer suddenly came to a stunning revelation.
If Angel Dust is here then...
“Aren’t you supposed to be keeping eyes on the limo?” Charlie came down to a sudden realization.
“I was but I saw your interest in that freak behind us and wanted to see that train wreck.”

“Angel you can’t just leave the limo-Oh no.” Before Charlie can berate the devil she sees her ride, being hit and prodded by steel pipes and hammers by numerous jacket leather wearing, sinners...? They looked pretty small for that.
You look on as a rather nice looking rich-mobile was being dented and prodded by what seemed like a bunch of midget bikers. They didn’t seem to acknowledge the eyeball monster in their vicinity.
“Remember the catalytic converters is a part, not a spell. So please, actually find the damn thing this time.” A harsh gravely voice, came out of a red horned vertically challenged individual. Wearing a bandanna and some white tuft of hair on its chin that a confused teen might have called a goatee, he seemed to be calling the shots.
Charlie didn’t say anything she just looked at the sinner to her right who failed at their singular job.

“Hey, fuck you, I ain’t missing a freak of this caliber for the sake of a car. You wipe your taint with limos anyway.” Is the mature elegant response Charlie receives from her dear friend.
Groaning the opportunistic girl walks up to the red hobbit.
“Excuse me sir, that’s our-“
“Sure is.” He rudely interrupt’s as his men start to saw at the undercarriage.
“Your taking it apart when we nee-“
“Don’t care.”
“I’m royal-“
“Good should sell for a lot then.” He says whilst taking a swig of some foul smelling drink.
The mime grabbed her head in frustration. “Angel Dust?” Charlie asks in desperation.
The pink porn star suddenly cast a shadow over the manlet, who acknowledged him with a quick glance and nothing more.
“Do you want to be filled with bullets needle dick?” The ever eloquent Angel Dust said with a Cheshire grin.
“Watch your head.” The imp said without a hint of hatred as he grabbed a tool just out of the sinners sight.
You catch a quick glimpse of a something grey hitting Angel Dust across the face with a metallic sounding thwack. The pink deviant falls to the floor.
Charlie covers a hand over her mouth, unsure of what to do. Angel did threaten him but he is taking apart their car as well. Shit, she may have to-

“Sinners, pah.” They spit on the unconscious body of the gangster.
“We imps do all the damn work and you have the audacity to call yourself the main citizenship of Hell. Boys.” With a snap of his talon like fingers numerous leather clad imps poured out from around the metallic brick.
“Show them who runs this part of the streets.” he says with a smirk.

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>>5484909
Stay behind me.” Charlie demands as she backs up into a boxing stance whilst small red men carrying chains and pocket knives closed in on you both.
You feel your chest start to burn as they advance toward you.
This little girl can’t possibly fight these grizzled gangsters by herself. Her face now is of annoyance, is she not afraid despite it all? It must be an act to comfort you like divine guardian.
No, you can’t let it end like this. For maybe the last time in your life you pray. Charlie looks up at her horrifying looking employee his skeletal like hands clasped together, the sphere in his chest glowing brightly. Some imps stare momentarily at the abominations chest.

Your conflicted various emotions surge within your chest as the crowd approaches you. However something wells within you, a will and a wish. The shape in your chest begins to change as you call out a name, which you have known for most of your life.
And their gift was given to you.
———————-
Magic of the lord.

>Wrath of Elohim (Judgement is upon them.)
>Commandment of Sabaoth (You speak, they will kneel.)
>Gift of Shaddai (Any sin upon the soul can be healed.)

>>5484928
>Gift of Shaddai (Any sin upon the soul can be healed.)

>>5484928
Hmm, hard choice. Wrath is cool, but it feels a bit donut steely to have "muh epic OC with extreme power"

Shaddai is cool, but "and then the cool guy came and did the protagonist's job, but quicker and better" feels a bit cringe too

For that reason, i think I'll pick
>Commandment of Sabaoth (You speak, they will kneel.)

>>5484928
>Wrath of Elohim (Judgement is upon them.)
Salvation is nice and all, but demons deserve the SMITE

>>5484946
Nevermind, it's back. It wasn't loading properly. Disregard.

>>5484946
It's there, 4chan is just being fucky atm. Sometimes when you reload the page it doesn't show you the most recent replies.

>>5484946
It sometimes happen for some reason, posting a second time solves the issue

>>5484928
>Gift of Shaddai (Any sin upon the soul can be healed)
Monstrous though we are, we are still a servant of God. If this girl's cause is to make the doors of hell rattle in the wind, so be it!
>>5484937
I see Shaddai is more a way of offering a complement to what Charlie is trying to do. A soul choosing to better themselves is completely different than an angelic being forcing it upon them. In other words short-term purification means nothing if they just go forth and sin again-- and QM probably has an idea of how to balance for all three options, regardless of what we pick.

>>5484928
>>5484968
Anon, you've swayed me to your way of thinking. I like the potential of this power to shape our dynamic with Charlie and co. So, switching >>5484938 to
>Gift of Shaddai (Any sin upon the soul can be healed.)

>>5484928
>Gift of Shaddai (Any sin upon the soul can be healed.)

>>5484928
>Commandment of Sabaoth (You speak, they will kneel.)

>>5484928
>gift of shaddai
WE CAN WEATHER THE STORM!! TIME TO GET STABBED AND CONTINUALLY HEAL OURSELVES!!

>>5484928
>Wrath of Elohim (Judgement is upon them.)

>>5484928
>Commandment of Sabaoth (You speak, they will kneel.)

>>5485020
.......I like this concept
>just let them shank us until they get bored.

>>5484928
>Gift of Shaddai (Any sin upon the soul can be healed.)

>>5484928
>Commandment of Sabaoth (You speak, they will kneel.)
I like the idea of a preacher in hell too much

>>5484928
>Gift of Shaddai (Any sin upon the soul can be healed.)

>>5484937
+1
Supporting

>>5484928
>Wrath of Elohim (Judgement is upon them.)
Unfortunately it turns out god is very much old testament.

>>5484928
>Gift of Shaddai (Any sin upon the soul can be healed.)
"Fisher of man" build

>>5484968
>A soul choosing to better themselves is completely different than an angelic being forcing it upon them
Forced purification sounds more horrifying than whatever the judgement is. Imagine being a sinner and having your lost potential showned, having to experience a bit of the "Good End" and then going back to sin.

>>5485425
Shit, that makes it sound like an even better spell than it probably is. Now we have to know the effect of this spell on hell's citizens.

>>5485445
>Now we have to know the effect of this spell on hell's citizens.
If the spell is indeed forced temporary purification and if we consider sin as straying from God, then I guess they would have a look at all they threw away or never experienced in the case of imps and hellhounds.

>>5484928
>Commandment of Sabaoth (You speak, they will kneel.)

>>5484928
>Commandment of Sabaoth (You speak, they will kneel.)

>>5484928

>Gift of Shaddai (Any sin upon the soul can be healed)

For the mind fuckery alone.

>>5484928
>Wrath of Elohim (Judgement is upon them.)
It wouldn't hurt for Charlie to have a bruiser that actually believes in her mission

>>5485719
Mate, she is the bruiser, she just hasn't realised that yet.

>>5485020
Divine blessings, child.
They heal in response to soul trauma.
You can't hurt me, Sinner.

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>>5485778

>>5485778
>Coulda gone angelic if I hadn't joined Charlie. I'm not one of those sinful pansies. I could break Lucifer in two with my bare hands!
>Don't fuck with this priest!

>>5485782
>Fuck all these limp-dick pedo-priests and chicken-shit devils. Fuck this 24/7 societal spew of idolatry and self-worshipping bullshit. Fuck "pride". Fuck the Antichrist! Fuck all of it!

>>5485793
>Hell is diseased. Rotten to the core. There's a chance to save it--we need to purify it to down the roots. Wipe their slates clean. REDEEM THEM ALL!

>>5484928
Supporting these GM vvvv

>>5485839
>>5485793
>>5485782
>>5485779
>>5485778

Dont let our memes stay dreams

>>5485839
And from the graves, a new Mankind will arise. Redeemed, but knowledgeable! The Satans will be purged, and the meek will thrive -- free to live as Christ sees fit, they will make Earth EDEN AGAIN!

>>5485856
Might be easier on Seraph to count if you directly vote for Shaddai instead of supporting our Armstrong shitposting.

>>5485879
Holy based.
>>5485921
Shut your goofy ass up anon, this is awesome. Im sure QM can tolerate it easy.

>>5485921
And yes i know you are a fellow shitposter, just saying few (You)'s never hurt anybody anon(not trying to be a meanie).

>>5484928
>Gift of Shaddai (Any sin upon the soul can be healed)

>>5485944
>>5485947
I think you misunderstood what I meant anon. I'm not saying that our memes or his (You)s are shitting up the thread, but that since anon said it was supporting them, QM might not end up counting it as a vote for Shaddai, since it's indirect. So if he voted for Shaddai itself, or a vote voting for it, it would be eaiser for QM to count, and less risks of him not seeing it.
Unless anon just want us to say the speech, of course.

>>5485958
ahh true true. Well then you're right completely. This guy should vote for Shaddai so we can continue Armstrong posting in the rest of the thread and have it be real as well.

Your body is enveloped in a comforting cold, something inside of your very being feels as if it’s been changed. As if something wet has tunneled its way into your very bones. Blue veins now flow down your body like some sort of circulatory system. The sound of rushing water fills your non existent ears.
“Man, it got even uglier!” A knife wielding imp chuckled as it approached you. With only one good eye and a mouth of partial gold, they confidently make their way to you whilst your employer frowns as the majority of the small gang surrounds her.

“How nice of you to show me where your heart is, kind stranger!” They cackled, spinning a Bowie knife in their hands with precision. They charge you with a yell, instinctively your body reacted to his sudden movement.
With a single skeletal and veined arm you push the imp in the chest knocking him onto his back. A small spark of blue emitted from the imps heart.

The sound akin to water crashing against stone caused the imps near Charlie to turn their head as one of their own suddenly lay on the ground motionless.

The boss sighed. “Shiv, get up, they lightly pushed you. I’ve seen you get hit by cars and walk it off like nothing.” The bandana leader groans at the incompetence of his men. He doesn’t move simply breaths with his good eye wide open. Tears start to fill it, the imp known as shiv shakily gets up to their legs. It was his fault, he killed all those people for himself, his own family, just so he could wear some flimsy jacket.
The sight of what could be assaults his mind. A hurricane of never before felt emotions well up within his small body.
Shakily the imp gets to their feet their eyes full of guilt and regret for a life unfulfilled.
Shiv grits his golden teeth and brandishes his knife.
“There we go, now go and-“
“I-I don’t deserve to exist!” In a swift motion the imp slits his own throat.
“The fuck!? Shiv!” The boss curses in surprise as his right hand man falls to the ground his throat opened by his own blade. Yellow eyes put their attention to their fallen comrade, unsure of how to process the sociopathic imp taking his own life.

Charlie is currently holds an imp in a headlock, another is unmoving in a nearby dent in the wall, still breathing but not able to move. She sighs at the sight before her.
“See! This gang war has taken its toll on everyone! Your friend must have made a stance against your cause.” Charlie didn’t see you shove him. Neither did the imps they mere saw him on the floor. But the boss sure did.
“You...what did you do to my best man?” With a sneer the boss approaches you.

D-did you did that? Cause a man to take his own life with a simple touch?
Your eyes trail towards the river like veins trialing your form. Are these to blame? Is it because of where you touched him?

Yellow eyes baring pure hatred lock on to your writhing mass of eyes.
“You’ve fucked up. Sunshine.” He snarls and stares you down.

>>5486260
Tomorrow is a boss fight, how you go about it will be up to you. The status of your priest will now be revealed.

Stats: Unnamed Priest
Lv 1 Light Demon- Powerful Soul, Weak Body.
HP: 10/10
Strength: 5
Defense: 5
Intelligence: 5
Charisma: 5

Ability: Water of Shaddai - Lv 1 A thin layer of water that wraps around the weirder. Can only be administered to others through the contact of ones own flesh on theirs. Touches to the heart cause the effects to double.
Not all creatures know what to do with their guilt be wary of whom you cleanse.

Be aware that your ability’s will grow after the battle. Your still a fledgling after all.

>>5486266
Damn, we just made the dude kill himself. Cool power usage.

Let's do it again, lol. Its a literal demon, so no bad feelings.

>>5486266
Not what I expected, but still cool

>>5486271
Now anon calm down, we want redemption for these sinners eventually but yes we must unleash the spell on him. If they can't confront their sins and grow its... Unlikely they will find redemption.
That being said we shouldn't set a precedent that all redemption seekers have to survive being confronted with their sins all at once.

>>5486266
Our power is the logical counterpart of Ghost Rider's ability: we make people understand the depths of what could have been had they led better lives. Fuck, that would make me commit seppuku as well.

>>5486266
The Lord is my light and my salvation— whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life— of whom shall I be afraid? Psalm 27:1, come now imps of the underworld, come and be baptized, repent and be born anew in his holy water. Even in damnation your soul can be saved. Come children, recieve him blessing and open your hearts again to the lords love.

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>>5486357
A-AMEN anon!

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https://voca.ro/1i7GLu8MOlBr I'm sorry headphone users.

>>5486266
Maybe in terms of actual fight strategy, we can give the boss a hug-- or at least try to immobilize him so he doesn't *immediately* try to off himself when we use Water of Shaddai to purify his sins. Once the head is cut off, the body will die-- the remaining imps will probably either disperse, or maybe even follow their bosses lead.
>>5486271
Hold on there, Jethro. These are prospective members of our flock, and we should treat them with kindness. We don't know their circumstances, but we should still offer them a second chance, regardless of whether or not they choose to take it.
>Zechariah 7:9-10
This is what the Lord Almighty said: ‘Administer true justice; show mercy and compassion to one another. Do not oppress the widow or the fatherless, the foreigner or the poor. Do not plot evil against each other.’

I wonder if imps, hell hounds, and other natural born demons can even be redeemed. Because unlike the sinners they are born of and made of hell energy.

Would the guards of the pearly gates even let them in and that's only if their souls don't get reabsorbed into hell on death. Unlike sinners who basically respawn

>>5486668
Moxxie exists and for hell he's pretty much on Charlie's level of innocence until you fuck around with him.

>>5486660
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H1v0D3-TTGc
From Armstrongposting to Garciaposting. An acceptable evolution.

>>5486668
That is an interesting idea to consider. If we can convert them to the faith, will they always remain in hell, or could they go to heaven? We know the Cherrubs from that one episode can be kicked out so who knows?
Speaking of hellhounds, should we consider adoption?

>>5486665
I think we should utilize our superior reach to touch him, rather than risk hugging him and stabbing us in the heart.

Huh. You know I have to wonder, would holy water and holy symbols damage or otherwise weaken creatures from hell? If so, would it impact us negatively as we are a light demon? As we are or were a priest, could we consecrate water into holy water? Literally or metaphorically?

>>5486746
That sounds alright to me. I just think we shouldn't let him go that easily if it looks like he's also going to do something drastic-- hence my original post's mention of trying to immobilize or grapple him. One of our hands goes for the arm holding the weapon-- the other goes for his heart, to make sure the purification sticks. That work for you?
>Speaking of hellhounds, should we consider adoption?
PowerWolf, here we come boys! Time to raise an army of holy hellhounds as servants in God's cause.

>>5486752
I don't think so anon. Assuming QM follows Hazbin "lore" it's not an especially Christian God in charge.

>>5486793
Vivziepop set things up so that there's no way Heaven isn't a corrupt tyranny, the cherub episode is proof of that but even if we ignore Helluva Boss there's still the problem of demons apparently trading with angels for weapons, which is retarded.
Though to be fair, the angel at the start seemed to not know how a pure soul looks like, so either the executioners have lost contact with Heaven, or there are no pure souls in Heaven anymore. Since the latter option doesn't make sense, I assume God and co. are off somewhere else and Heaven slowly decays under angelic rule.

>>5486998
So you are saying that we must not only save the sinners, but also the virtuous.

Rolled 58 (1d100)

Sparks fly from the wrench of an angry imp as it grinds against the concrete.
His eyes bore into you, despite not even standing at half your height he was quite intimidating. Actually from this height he looked a bit like a child. An furious, vengeful child.
“Hold on, sir!”
Both of your unflattering faces turn to see Charlie, with a worried frown as she walks towards the leader.
The pavement behind her is filled with the bodies of the crimson gang, each in their own unique crater either in the brickwork of a wall or in the harsh pavement of the ground.
Her words fall on deaf ears, as he swings the weaponized workers tool towards your humble feathery bone knee caps. The water like veins coursing through you pulsate with adrenaline.
—————
Thou shall roll by 1d100’s
100’s are a “Deus Ex Machina”
1’s are a “Punishment.”

For combat, please explain your action’s as you choose them.

>He chose this path, whatever happens will happen. (Roll for Attack)
>Take it, you shan’t run from the sinful (Roll for Defense.)
>Your employer seems to share your views and is capable, surely she can assist you.
>His eyes are clouded with rage it seems like any strategy will fly over his head.

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>5487148
>Take it, you shan’t run from the sinful (Roll for Defense.)
God protects us.
Let's remain steadfast and unflinching I'm doing this for the chance of saying >>5485778

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>5487148
>>Take it, you shan’t run from the sinful (Roll for Defense.)
DIVINE BLESSINGS SON!!!

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>5487148
>>Take it, you shan’t run from the sinful (Roll for Defense.)

>>5487148
>Take it, you shan’t run from the sinful (Roll for Defense.)
God damn this is some good shit, also having SAM be our voice is some top tier shit

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>5487148
>Take it, you shan’t run from the sinful (Roll for Defense.)

>>5487148
>His eyes are clouded with rage it seems like any strategy will fly over his head.

>>5487148
>Take it, you shan’t run from the sinful (Roll for Defense.)
It's a BO3 and not every roll counts, right?

Rolled 98 (1d100)

>>5487148
>Take it, you shan’t run from the sinful (Roll for Defense.)
My faith is my shield, the lords love my sword. Lay down your arms and embrace his divinity. Not even in hell is it too late to accept our lord Jesus Christ into your heart.

Attempt to take his weapon away from his hands. He can't hurt you without a weapon. Well, as much.

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>5487148
>Take it, you shan’t run from the sinful (Roll for Defense.)
I'm gonna try my luck with the roll.

>>5487204
HOLY, anon I kneel.

>>5487204
Nice.
Though I think we should grab it with our bare hands (wings? appendages?) and say 'nice wrench' before snapping it in half.

>>5486998
Just had a thought, we were described as only having one wing
One winged figures are usually depicted as fallen angels that have turned their backs on heaven
What does this mean for us, having only just died? Do we belong in hell?

>>5487246
Y'know, our priest did get sent to Hell despite doing nothing wrong. He's got good reason to turn his back on the Lord.

>>5487250
maybe he lost his faith and stopped believing, he did seem shocked that angels were real and that he was in hell at least that's how I read it

>>5487250
That's some sinner talk my man, Look If god put us in hell and we know we did no wrong nor have we been lacking in our faith in god, there must be a good reason why were here. Besides if we roll 100 it implies we have gods favor and therefore we are meant to be here can't have a deus ex machina if god doesn't have our back

>>5487148
>Take it, you shan’t run from the sinful (Roll for Defense.)
>>5487250
We aren't some pansy sinner who would commit apostasy the moment things got difficult. With the countless martyrs as our exemples we shall strife foreward and bring Christ's love and teachings in this wretched place.
>>5487255
No, apostasy is a sin and our lad is pure, even the exterminator said it. I can see this beimg actual 4D chess by God to counter Hell's own meddling with Earth such as IMP, or just Him giving Lucifer the middle finger and sending someone who actualy read the Bible to Charlie.

>>5487268
>There must be a good reason why were here
What a beautifully human sentiment. Faith in the rational construction of the cosmos and the meaningfulness of one's own destiny. I suppose only time will prove it out.

>>5487327
>No, apostasy is a sin and our lad is pure
Anon, I think Priest-kun being "pure" means that his life featured no characteristic sin, not that he (as a literal demon, albeit one of light) is necessarily sinless. While I like the christposting, it simply doesn't seem like our PC's faith is actually that indomitable.

>>5487348
Even if we are here by random chance why not make the most of it, do good for the sake of doing good rather than expecting to be rewarded in return.

>>5487246
>>5487250
My tin foil hat thoughts? We were very faithful, almost too faithful. So strong was our faith in humanity and god that GOD deemed us one of the few capable enough to save the souls that slip between the cracks and fallen to hell.
Weather that's true or not, it's what a choose to believe. Do I believe that our god has forsaken us despite our faith in him, or were we sent here with a purpose?

>>5487327
>god occasionally sends "pure demons" to hell to spite Satan
Lmao

>>5487348
I wanna make a Hell version of the YMCA.

>>5487348
Anon, our lad was human and humans fall and rise daily, yes. But when an agel whos only job is to kill the sinfull says he's pure and leaves him alive, I say we are a pretty pious person, and the idea that he has lost his faith is wrong since he considers himself blessed for speaking with angels.

>>5487381
We're not beheld to physics as our lack of meat indicates. Do you think we're able to fly?

>>5487374
I'll say this for the theory, sending a faithful priest to hell to test his faith sounds like a story from the bible
Actually, maybe it's a test, Job style. Would we still believe in God if we truly think he cast us out of heaven?

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>>5487726
Dunno. I see this as less of a test, and more of a task that needs to be done.

>>5487148
dunno if anyone mentioned this already, but Charlie is balling on these imps.

Say, when we're done fighting, would anyone be against touching the downed imps with more healing water, but this time not directed at their hearts? Maybe force feed them some revelations so they may battle their inner demons to become better people?

>>5487735
>Say, when we're done fighting, would anyone be against touching the downed imps with more healing water, but this time not directed at their hearts?
Sounds like a great idea anon! If the QM will let us I will totally vote for it.

>>5487702
That sounds like an ability for later.
>>5487735
>Maybe force feed them some revelations so they may battle their inner demons to become better people?
I'm on board showing more denizens their sins. What would happen if we touched Charlie though?

>>5487766
My guess? Probably nothing. She might feel funny for a while, maybe even get violent diarrhea, but beyond that I don't think anything would happen. Seeing how she only seems to maim people in self-defense, and has never so much as littered before.

Your resolve builds within your breast, the sky does not shake when the enemy presents itself. So why should you?
The orb trapped within burns like a blazing sapphire solar fire. The rivers of your body spread underneath the marrow of your bones. With a yell the imp swings the tool of the people at your legs.

Hit hits his mark, The violent sound of something violently breaking cuts through the street.
The imps eyes are wide, as he looks at the indent left on his beloved maiming utensil and the rust not covering it.

Eyes are on his wrench as it’s left prong is bent into itself, the indent is wet to the touch with liquid. He backs off as the lanky looking pile of bone’s, eyeballs, and feathers stands over him, it’s eyes baring into him with inexplicable motivations.

Seeing their distress you kneel to get a better look at the startled imp.
Your rib cage is now at his level, with a yell he strikes again, another dent is made into the now rusty and worn metal as it crashes against an unknown torrent. The deep blue light from your chest illuminates a livid face.
You feel no pain, it’s as if some sort of typhoon is protecting you. Are you doing this? Did your will and faith manifest into this?

“Why, won’t you tucking die!” He yells and slams your chest with a withering and rusted wench pummeling you with the erratic speed of a jackhammer, splattering water across the stone. He looks like he doesn’t get it, perhaps a more vocal approach is needed.

“Divine blessings, child” an ethereal voice emanates from you halo. He sneers at the name momentarily stopping his assault on your bones.
“The water condenses together in response to the souls trama.” You say observing how the imp wasn’t actually hitting your body, but a thin outline of moisture sounding your veins.
“You can’t hurt me, sinner.” Your bring your face to him as the condensed mouths speak. A bead of sweat run’s down his cheek. Good that got him to sto-
“Fucker!” The wrench hits you square in the eye, you don’t blink as the wrench snaps in half against your iris. A splash of water sprays over his face. All the rage in him suddenly dissipated.
“What did I just say?” You utter with the tone of a disappointed father. Their face is blank as he stands there with a handle of rust. He seems to be in shock. His eyes start to shift wildly. The useless weapon clangs to the road, the imp falls to his knees. Tears start to fall down his face.

>>5488160
Laughter sudden fills the street, hoarse, hopeless laughter.
“I-I wasn’t screwed, I could’ve been more. Heh.” his voice has lost all the life to it as he kneels before you.
Charlie walks up towards you unsure of what to make of the scenario before her.
“He sounds, like he’s given up, on everything. He got like this because he couldn’t hurt you?” The young demon asks having not seen any being do such a sudden 180 before.
“No.” You answer simply. You look to the now sulking demon, and to the groaning imps surrounding you.
“Care to explain? If that’s fine with you that is. I don’t wanna be too pushy with the new guy.” She asks glancing upward at your amalgam of a face.

>Go to the limo with your boss.
>Check up on the knocked out pink thing.
>Talk to the broken red biker.
>See if the broken imps need any assistance.
>Attempt to explain to your boss your ability.

We did anons, the meme is real

>>5488165
>Attempt to explain to your boss your ability.
>See if the broken imps need any assistance.
>"I don't want to risk any more of them to commit suicide. It is a sin, and they haven't repented yet."

>>5488165
>>Check up on the knocked out pink thing.
>>See if the broken imps need any assistance.
>>Talk to the broken red biker.
FIRST AND FOREMOST.

Then if you can
>>Attempt to explain to your boss your ability.

>>5488165
>Check up on the knocked out pink thing
>See if the broken imps need any assistance.

>Try and explain on the way to the hotel

Neat, we dun did it.

>>5488165
>Attempt to explain to your boss your ability.
>"I don't want to risk any more of them to commit suicide. It is a sin, and they haven't repented yet."
>See if the broken imps need any assistance.
>Talk to the broken red biker.

>>5487766
>I'm on board showing more denizens their sins. What would happen if we touched Charlie though?

She will remember all the times she fail in her mission.

>>5488170
>support

>>5488165
Seconding >>5488180. Charlie is the reasonable sort; we can explain our powers to her on the ride to the Hotel. For now, the most pressing issue is ministering to these ailing souls; since we gave them a purification-induced mental breakdown, they are now our responsibility. Extend our hand to them, whether physically or metaphorically. If these imps would be amenable to it, we could probably all fit in the limo and go from there.
>Talk to the broken red biker
>See if the broken imps need any assistance
>"You can still be more; you can always choose to make a positive change in your own life, and do better. As I understand it, that is just what this young lady intends, with her Hotel."
>Isaiah 1:18 "“Come now, let us settle the matter," says the Lord. "Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool.”

>>5488259
+1 to this

>>5488165
>Talk to the broken red biker.
My son. You were once lost, but now you our found. Rejoice for the lord is our shepard.

>>5488259
+1

>>5488165
>Talk to the broken red biker.
>See if the broken imps need any assistance.
>Check up on the knocked out pink thing.
>Go to the limo with your boss.
>Attempt to explain to your boss your ability.
Everything in this order.
All in all, this seems like a good start to our ministry on Hell.

>>5488165
>"My son do not dwell on what could have been, Think of what could still be. Come child take my hand"
>Check on the broken red biker
>See if the broken imps need any assistance

>>5488165
>"My son do not dwell on what could have been, Think of what could still be. Come child take my hand"
I like this one

>>5488798
i like this one to if QM is still taking votes im +1 this write in

>>5488798
I like this too

>>5488798
+1

Hollow echos of laughter slowly turn into stifled sobs. Biter wails of a life not lived bounce off the cold brick confines of the broken and cracked streets. Beside him lay his posse of leather clad lowlifes whose bones have become much more malleable after their encounter with a dimpled demoness. Charlie looks up at you waiting for a response, you don’t answer as you lumber towards the beaten leader.
It was a sad sight, one of utter dominance from beings of superior strength.
Despite their actions against you, no hatred festers within.

It reminds you of some bitter memories, one of dumb kids, and neglectful parents.
Sometimes a confession is enough to make it so the last sounds they hear isn’t the straining of a rope. He made a mistake, but your not gonna let this be his last.

You walk over towards him, your bare skeletal feet scratching against the slightly damp pavement. The bandanna imp doesn’t acknowledge you, tears flow from his face whilst he kneels. A bone hand finds itself on the imps shoulder.
Their eyes snap towards you with eyes wreathed in guilt and regret. You kneel and make sure to look him in his bawling face. Don’t make him feel small, make him feel human.
“I saw her, I could’ve salvaged it. I could hav-“

“My son, do not dwell on what could have been, Think of what could be.” Your tone is small, a if talking to a stubborn foolish boy.
“All I can see...is my fuck ups, my mistakes. I would have had a family, a son, but I decided to kill my kin instead.” His cheeks drip with tears full of regret.
“There’s always a second chance waiting for you, son. We stumble, we fall, we get up again. That’s what it means to live, you’ve messed up. Now dust yourself off and try again.” Your halo smiles as you dispense your wisdom, he chokes back a sob. God, you hope your breaking through.

"You can still be more, so much more; you can always choose to make a positive change in your own life, and do better. As I understand it, that is just what this young lady intends, with her Hotel." You gesture towards the pale lady who is looking upon the scene with wonderment.

>>5489527
You offer out your hand, he looks upon it for a moment before taking it wordlessly.
Pulling the imp to their hoofed feet, you give them a reassuring pat on the back and lead them towards the limo. He climbs into the vehicle.

“What was that!? How’d you did that!” Your mimed employer sudden clasps your chest and starts shaking you with an ecstatic smile.

She looks like a child in a sugar rush. Her questions overlap into an incomprehensible sea of prattle and various words of astonishment. Your not used to this kind of praise. Usually your faith is waved off until it’s too late for your brothers and sisters. This girl with eyes full of hope, is seemingly invigorated by your act of mercy. It makes your heart melt.
The groaning of multiple imps brings the moment to a boorish halt. “B-boss, where’s the boss?” A mullet clad imp asks through ragged breath.
“Inside the limo, he wants to come with us to the hotel. You may come along if you wish. Or you may stay here.” You state, looking back at the hurting and bleeding gang members.

They stand silent for a moment.
“I-is Clutch okay?” An imp wearing now broken sunglasses asks, that must be their bosses name. Presuming you know who they mean you nod, before you can react the five run past you and crowd into the elongated car.
Various chatter comes within the white tin can of bad design only to be shattered by a familiar guttural shout of anger. Your dear boss smiles at you.
“When we get in I want you to tell me everything!” She practically sings as she practically skips towards her car.

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>>5489529
Yet another grunt of regained consciousness sprouts from the pink being of fur and sex jokes. Both demons turn their head towards him as he gets up to his booted feet.
“Fuck, what did I drink? My heads killing me.” Angel Dust groaned. Charlie took her foot out of the vehicle knowing that any moment where Angel is awake will require her full attention.

“You got hit by a wrench.” Charlie answers honestly.
“Your a filthy liar and a skank for doing so.” Insect gangster insulted his boss casually.
For a moment you want to add your two cents, but if he doesn’t remember who hit him, it will likely make the ride smoother. Better to avoid conflict that just got resolved.
With that the three of you enter the limo, well you have to hunch over to fit in, but it’s mildly comfortable despite that.
Angel Dust looks at the imps taking residence in his seat, Charlie simply shoots him a begging glare.

Angel Dust sighs and walks to the far end of the limo, tapping the drivers window with a knuckle.
A bored owl with a small hat slowly rolled down the inner window separating the two sections.
“Take us to the damn hotel, I need a drink and a railing after today.” Angel Dust spoke without a hint of shame.
The indifferent driver shrugged and began to drive the white, teeth-laden chariot.

You take a seat, hunching over so you can fit. Charlie sits across from you impatiently tapping her leg with an exited grin. Looks you’ll be here for a bit until you see this hotel she hired you for.
Maybe you can ask some questions before you explain yourself.

—————-
>What will I be doing at this “Happy Hotel”?
>I was called a “Pure Soul” by an angel any idea what that means?
>Who’s the pink person and why is he so...unique?
>That spider mentioned trouble at the hotel what did he mean by that?
>What was the driver doing while the limo was being taken apart?
>Write-in.

>>5489533
>What will I be doing at this “Happy Hotel”?
>I was called a “Pure Soul” by an angel any idea what that means?

>>5489533
>What was the driver doing while the limo was being taken apart?

>>5489533
>What will I be doing at this “Happy Hotel”?
>I was called a “Pure Soul” by an angel any idea what that means?
>That spider mentioned trouble at the hotel what did he mean by that?
>What was the driver doing while the limo was being taken apart?

>>5489533
>How can I best aid you in this hotel business?

>>5489533
>What will I be doing at this “Happy Hotel”?
And
>That spider mentioned trouble at the hotel what did he mean by that?

>>5489533
>What will I be doing at this “Happy Hotel”?
>I was called a “Pure Soul” by an angel any idea what that means?
>Thank her for the opportunity to redeem others.

>>5489533
>What will I be doing at this “Happy Hotel”?
>I was called a “Pure Soul” by an angel any idea what that means?
>Thank her for the opportunity to redeem others.

>>5489533
>What will I be doing at this “Happy Hotel”?
>I was called a “Pure Soul” by an angel any idea what that means?

>>5489549
+1 to this, ask all the questions make the QM sweat a little

>>5489533
>What will I be doing at this “Happy Hotel”?
>I was called a “Pure Soul” by an angel any idea what that means?
>That spider mentioned trouble at the hotel what did he mean by that?

You know, we are already pals with the princess of Hell, and we do have at least a couple of listeners, could we make a chruch in Hell? A Patriarchy of Dis, so to speak. Imagine Charlie asking Lucifer if it's ok for her and a couple of friends to visit him, and then cut to us waltzing in Pandemonium with a mass of converts, singing carols and planting a cross in the ground. Ultimate power move.

>>5489533
>What will I be doing at this “Happy Hotel”?
>I was called a “Pure Soul” by an angel any idea what that means?

>>5489533
Despite her eagerness a couple of questions can’t escape the holy cage that is your skull. However a deal is a deal and it wouldn’t be fair if you indulged yourself before another.
“Back when we were surrounded, Instinctively did what I tend to do in times uncertainty, I prayed.”
Angel Dust scoffs in disgust as if pure bile left your many mouths.
“Fuckin reall-“
“Angel! Shush!” Charlie lightly pushed the spiders face against the couch beside her to quiet him.
“I prayed, for your safety and my own. I shouted out a name in my prayer, the name of whom I praised all my life. I uttered the name of god and asked for their strength.”
You explain, with a warm smile on your halo. The water of your skeletal hands flow and crash against the surface of your marrow akin to waves upon a beach.
“They blessed me, with water. The source of life itself, with the power to wash away the pain of the soul.”

You show the odd river systems crossing your arm to her.
She quickly grasps your arm without thinking, you feel a sudden burning in your arm as it touches her. She holds your hand and marvels at the odd landscape that your bones now held.
The rivers upon your bone start to boil as she clenches your hand. Pain starts to flare up from inside your veins as they bubble from the inside out, reflexively you your pull arm back. Charlie looks on in shock as smoke rises from your hand. You hold it with a grimace and a pained look in your army of eyes.

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry! Did I hurt you?” Blonde and naive clasped a hand over her mouth in shock and a bit of guilt, unsure of why her employees hand nearly burst into flame.
“Don’t worry about it.” You reassure the worried demoness.
“Well, if your sure. What exactly does this water of dog do?” She asks you her eagerness quickly returning to her.
Both you and the spider chuckle at her mispronunciation of the almighty, but for different reasons entirely.
“Being submerged or touched by my gift, causes ones sin’s to be laid bear. They see what could have been, and every mistake they made that took them off that path.”
You explain glancing at the imp boss apparently known as “Clutch” by his men. He currently sits at the edge of the limo with his gang. All of whom are swarming him with questions, which he seems to ignore.
“Its what made him come with us, he saw what could be. I gave him hope to diverge from the road of sin.”

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>>5491142
You...made the goatee guy want to change? Just by touching him?” Charlie looks up at your face with erratic glee. You nod, suddenly you feel yourself being pulled down, and embraced in a non-consensual hug.
“I was right, see Angel! We’re gonna save Hell!” The shrieks with glee, kicking her feet in the air like an excitable child. Angel Dust rolls their mismatched eyes.
“Yeah, having some dickless freak finger-blast people til they see god sounds like a great plan.” Angel Dust chuckles to himself at their own joke.
Pink spider thing’s words brought up the question that has been bothering you this whole time.
“So what would I be doing at this hotel anyway?”
“Oh, well seeing your skills at redeeming people, I was thinking you’d be a great Talkie! You seem to be qualified enough for that!”
She says with a sure smile as if you knew what that word meant. So, someone who listens, maybe?
“I was, and still am a priest. So I’m certain I can help with any social circles.” Pride fills your chest at your proclamation.
“What’s a priest?” She asks with a tilt of her head.
“Creeps who diddle children and say god told them to.” Angel Dust says with a Cheshire grin.
“Oh.” Charlie’s smile washed away. You should have seen that snide coming.
Not surprising that many down here wouldn’t be happy at your profession.
“Actually, priest’s are men of religion and faith. We offer communion for the faithful. This includes various rites, and sacraments.” You correct.
“Oh!” Her face lit up once more.
“That’s great! Then that means you’ll be our...Well a “priest” sounds a lot like my idea of a person who listens to sinners. So you’ll be that!” With that Charlie hands you a clipboard and a red pen.
“Just sign here and you’ll be an official staff member of the Happy Hotel.” She says with a smile.
———————
>What is your name?


Apologies that this took a while, next time we arrive at the Hotel and meet some truly odd demons.

I'm certain there's some fancy biblical name that would fit us. Will be interesting to meet Vaggie, she's probably going to hate us.

>>5491153
>Ha'Yarden
Since our priest is literally composed of the waters of redemption, I think being named after the Jordan River would be perfect. However, just being Jordan would be boring: therefore, let's use the Hebrew form.

>>5491163
I dont really like it, it doesnt roll off the tongue.

Also, that interaction with Charlie is very interesting. Two possibilities: either potent demonic nobility are anathema to the power of redemption, or we're simply too weak and the scale of their perverse nature overwhelms our ability. I'd be okay with either case; the former balances our advantage over Sinners with a weakness to Greater Demons while the latter betrays a need to improve.

>>5491158
I don't think she'll identify the good priest as a man on the spot. So maybe she won't be overtly hostile?

>>5491153
Ted

>>5491173
>I don't think she'll identify the good priest as a man on the spot.
Unless we have a really girly sounding name and charlie doesn't use the word 'he' in the thing, i doubt it. Especially if we use the word 'Father' in our name like a priest.

>>5491166
What about Aenon? Same theme, but much closer to a normal given name.

>>5491153
>Stvn Rmstrvng (Steven Armstrong)
I really liked the whole using the Hebrew-angelic version of the name that >>5491163 is doing.
But I want more memes, so being named after Senator Armstrong is what I'll vote for.
Alternatively we can just call ourselves Steven.

I just had an idea. If we're going with the hebrew theme, and our power is related to healing...we could reference the Fisher of Men, Saint Peter, and use the name
>Simeon Petros, or Father Simeon

Alternatively, we could just use
>Cephas, or Father Cephas

>>5491195
>A font of baptism
>Literally being named a(e)nonymous
Kek, I like it

>>5491153
>Father Henry Aenon

>>5491244
I'll also accept john as a first name. just because john a(e)non is funny to me.

>>5491257
>Father John A(e)non
This name does it for me. Support!

>>5491257
I support John Aenon

>>5491153
Changing my vote to
>John Aenon
It's just too good.

>>5491257
I'm for it. I assume we'll normally go by "Father Aenon".

>>5491153
>John Aenon
No relation to John Lennon

>>5491153
>John Aenon

>>5491153
Father Garcia, in honor of the priest from Faith.

>>5491439
I was going to suggest John Garcia, mixing both protag's names
But then John Anon made me laugh.

>>5491257
+1 to this with addition of hoping we can have Garcia as middle name.
Inb4
>that's too cheesy
Yes and?

>>5491654
>John Garcia Aenon
Honestly it has a nice ring to it. I'll support having it as a middle name too.

>>5491679
J.G Aenon sounds cool

>>5491654
John Garcia could be our real name, and Aenon a name we chose now that we have died.
So John "Aenon" Garcia.

>>5491879
Even better if QM goes with this.

>>5491879
>John Aenon Garcia
>J.A.G
Not bad. Either way is fine by me.

>>5491879
I prefer Garcia as a middle name or not at all.

>>5492236
i prefer what ever convinces enough anons to get Garcia somewhere in the name

I'm fine with the Garcia Aenon name.

I dislike the Garcia name, but if we have to have it it had better be a middle name

So currently the possible names are:
>Ha'Yarden
>Ted
>Aenon
>Stvn Rmstrvng (Steven Armstrong)
>Simeon Petros, or Father Simeon
>Cephas, or Father Cephas
>Henry Aenon
>John Aenon
>Father Garcia
>John Garcia Aenon
>John "Aenon" Garcia
>Garcia Aenon (don't know if >>5492346 was supporting having John as a first name or just Garcia Aenon as the name)

>>5492396
John Garcia Aenon

>>5492396
I'm pretty sure well have the name father no matter what we pick so the votes are (discounting ones with only one vote)
>Father John Aenon
>Father John Garcia Aenon
>Father John 'Aenon' Garcia

out of the options I'll go with
>Father John Aenon

>>5492428
I don't think you put "Father" in the whole name, Father is for the surname.

So it would be Father Aenon, not Father John Aenon

>>5492428
I too support
>Father John Aenon

>>5492434
Father is a title. While in conversation one refers to someone by title + surname (i.e. Fr. Anon, Dr. Anon, Mr. Anon, etc.) the full name that would be used in a formal introduction for legal work or a stat-sheet would be Father John Aenon.

For our purposes, we're voting on whether or not to use the title.

>>5491142
Hey QM, is there a story reason why our soon-to-be named priest refers to God as they instead of Him? And also God isn't capitalized even when it's not Angel Dust that speaks about him?

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>>5492428
>>Father John Aenon
This.

Name don't matter beyond sounding nice, the gonna hate us anyways

>>5492476
Our priest was never told how to refers God.

That is the legal loophole that He use to justify sending a pure soul to hell to sanctify it.

>>5492487
>Our priest was never told how to refers God.
As much as I want to call it bs but still belive it, it's everywhere in the Bible, and even if it's something like God the Father and God the Son and God the Holy Spirit, our guy should know how everybody in the Trinity is God.
I still maintain the idea that we were send here to make a church.

>>5492503
I think our arrival was too timely, we were obviously sent to help charlie, probably due to being faithful enough that our first thought after being sent to hell wasnt to give up hope, but to become even more determined.

>>5492487
They got our boy on the mixed fabric technicality.

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>>5492503
>As much as I want to call it bs but still belive it, it's everywhere in the Bible

Our only bible was in a language we don't understand, our priestbros were mute and our congregation were actually satanic all this time who believed that you were one of them making subtle jokes about the scriptures.

But our faith is strong.

God: All according to keikaku

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In red ink you printed down you name. You hand the paper back to your new boss who looks it over with a glint in her eye.
“Well then John Aenon, glad to have you aboard the Happy Hotel. I’m Charlie and he is Angel Dust, our first sinner willing to stay with us!” Charlie gestured happily with jazz hands towards the alleged Angel. Who was currently gyrating their hips in the air as they sloppily made out with the lip of a bottle of red wine.
“He’s a work in progress.” Her optimism dies down a bit whilst watching her poster sinner suck a bottle of wine dry within a couple of seconds. You couldn’t tell if it was impressive or disturbing.

The elongated car suddenly came to an abrupt halt, a loud bang reverberated throughout the vehicle. A slurred voice spoke over some sort of built in intercom
“We’re here! I hit the sign a bit, sorry.” A very inebriated voice informed the crowded limo. Was your driver drunk this entire time?
Charlie opens the limo door which falls off its hinges, she ignores this and gestures with open arms towards your new place of employment.
“Welcome to the Happy Hotel John!” She holds a toothy grin whilst you simply look upon the large building, it’s something alright.

Somehow it looks both fancy and cobbled together all at once. There’s an actual ship jutting out of it for some reason.
With a thud the drunk driver fell to the ground along with the front car door. The sign of the hotel has been completely demolished as is the rich-mobile.
You can hear the scuttle of tiny feet as the recently recruited imps scurry out of the now crushed vehicle as does a semi-drunk gangster.
With the gang of freaks all together Charlie began to lead you towards the entrance, where a man bearing a shark-like, yellowed smile seemingly waited for the young gal.

He wore a stark red suit, and has matching red hair, well not red hair, but straight up crimson. And to top it off he had...cat ears? Well, there goes whatever intimidation he held. Red eyes quickly locked onto you, then onto the gang of imps.
“Productive night my dear?” The overly red man cooed at your boss.
A wide shit eating grin is plastered on his face. You try not to judge a stranger too harshly, but he’s hard to look at. Literally he’s all red, it hurts your eyes.
“Yeah! Alastor, I’d like you to meet John Aenon! Our new priest!”
Charlie puffs her chest out in pride at her declaration. The demons eyes shoot open at the mention of your profession his smile unchanging.

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>>5492826
“Priest, is that right? How quaint you are dear.” He walks away from your boss whose chest suddenly deflated, he just popped her pride!
Eye straining clothing and bad dental hygiene sauntered it’s way towards you bearing that gross smile. Like Charlie, he has to look up to see your eye-face with how tall you are.
“Don’t you look unnatural?” He chuckles to himself whilst observing your mishmash of a body. His observation is cut short by chaos walking slurring something whilst walking by.
“Smiles! I need a room and the nearest cylindrical object in your possession!” Angel Dust hobbled past you and the half-furry meandering towards the entrance of the hotel.
“Your bed post will do, now leave me. I’m talking to our esteemed priest.” He casually says, even he seems used to waving off Angel Dust. Must be a common thing to do.
“Fuck that dickless cunt! I ain’t going to no preacher! I’m already in hell! I don’t need it to get fucking worse!” Slut spider screamed before shutting the double doors behind him with a loud slam.

Alastor chuckles at the visceral reaction, his gaze not leaving you. Your no longer looking at him but at the strong outburst the resident oddball just had. Is he used to being ignored, poor soul.
“He will be fine, constant entertainment the bleached one is.” His chuckle unnerves you.
“One’s suffering isn’t entertaining.”
A chorus of disappointment sings out from your halo. Unlike Angel he doesn’t jump at your odd mix of voices he simply grins.
“Oh, Father Aenon we’ll get along swimmingly.” He extends a red clawed hand.
You mull it over in your head.
—————-
>Shake his hand, and make him see. (Roll Strength)
>Shake his hand, maybe he’s not a bad as he looks.
>Ignore the gesture, he’s not your boss anyway.
>Introduce Clutch to him first, your little rehabilitated imp.
>”Do you believe in God? You will.” (Judo kick him) (Roll Dex)

>>5492832
>Shake his hand, maybe he’s not a bad as he looks.
Is this a bad idea? Yes.

>>5492832
>Shake his hand, maybe he’s not a bad as he looks.
no need to be randomly attack people especially in front of our employer.

>>5492832
>Shake his hand, maybe he’s not a bad as he looks.
>Introduce Clutch to him first, your little rehabilitated imp.

>>5492832
>Shake his hand, maybe he’s not a bad as he looks.
We don't need to trust him in the slightest since he openly delights in the suffering of others, but we can at least be cordial since he's affiliated with the Hotel. However, we should try not to leave Clutch or any of the other members of our flock near him too long; those we purify are immensely vulnerable while they're recovering, and the last thing they need is someone who is *deliberately* trying to set them up to fail.

>>5492832
>Ignore the gesture, he’s not your boss anyway.
>You've heard enough about 'deals with the devil' to know he's a bad apple.
While it's a bad idea to slight him, it's probably a worse one to shake his hand.

Also, are we allowed to make write-ins?

>>5492859
Support

>>5492832
>Shake his hand, manners apply to sinner and saint alike.

>>5492859
Yes, you are always allowed to do so.

>>5492907
Thanks QM

>>5492832
>Shake his hand, manners apply to sinner and saint alike.

>>5492901
Actually yeah this make sense
>Shake his hand, manners apply to saint and sinner alike

>>5492832
>Shake his hand, maybe he’s not a bad as he looks.
>Introduce Clutch to him first, your little rehabilitated imp.

Alright here's the tally, tell me if I got something wrong.

>Shake Alastor's hand, he might not be evil.
3 votes

>Shake Alastor's hand, he might not be evil and introduce an imp that wants to repent.
2 votes

>Shake Alastor's hand, be polite to sinner and saint.
3 votes

>Ignore his gesture and realize he can't be trusted.
2 votes

>>5492901
+1

>Shake his hand, maybe he’s not a bad as he looks.
Why not?

>>5492851
I'll change my vote to support this.
>>5492942

>Shake his hand, manners apply to sinner and saint alike.

Changing my vote here to >>5492836

>Shake his hand, manners apply to sinner and saint alike.

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>>5492832
While your first impressions of him aren’t precisely stellar, you can’t judge anyone without getting the bigger picture first. After all manners apply to saints and sinners alike.
Your large skeletal hand dwarfs his as you clasp him firmly, whilst retaining eye contact. His grin seems ready tear his face in half.
“My name is Alastor, the humble patron who graced the fine girl with the backing for her vain little venture.” With that unlatched he himself from your hand and turns on his heel. Charlie followed behind you, not letting the deer demons words let down her mood.
“I’m sure your a very talented individual dear Father, why don’t you introduce yourself to the rest of the lovely broken souls here?” Alastor holds open the door to the odd building open, gesturing you inside with a microphone that somehow materialized in his left hand.
Charlie ran ahead of you, through the open stained glass door. You follow behind her.
Alastor looked down at his hand that shook yours and the mild pain throbbing though his now wet hand. He chuckled to himself, what exactly has this young lass found? With a pep in his step Alastor followed the “Priest” into his hotel.

This...is what she needs help with? Sure, there’s random eyes everywhere, but it looks like a place of utter luxury!
Velvet seats, a cozy fire by a comfy looking crimson couch with a frame gilded in a dull gold. Beautiful hand painted art of various odd folk liter the walls covering up the odd tapestry. Even the lights had intricate designs to them. Gold outlined everything, it almost looked, holy.
You stand there marveling at what you had thought would be a humble beginning.
“The actual fuck is that supposed to be?” A gruff voice lamented upon seeing your, well, you. You turned to see a cat-man wearing a hat, adorned in red wings. He had hearts marks on the inside of his oversized ears.
It’s.. adorable. The cat in a hat is polishing a glass behind some sort of bar.
“Charlie, who is this?” A grey skinned girl with ludicrously long white hair asked while suddenly bolting up from a bar stool.
Suddenly standing up caused said stool to scoot against the wooden floor. Your presence isn’t particularly comforting so it’s no surprise.

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>>5493944
“Now, now, our little sweetheart here is about the answer all of your questions. Won’t you?” Alastor casually spoke as he glanced at you from the corner of his eye. Taking his place between the cat and grey girl.
“Husk, Vaggie, Alastor. I have some great news!” Charlie slapped a hand on your exposed spine.
“I’ve found someone who can redeem sinners!” She squealed
“Just by touching them!” She points to the imps who have just entered the luxurious place. In unison all five patrons looked to the small red men.
Your employer looks up to you with eyes dazzling with hope.
“Call him over! Show them the imp!” Charlie is jumping in place like a child trying to contain her excitement.

“Clutch, tell them of your will to change.” Your halo speaks unnerving the cat and girl, Alastor simply watched on with a Cheeto colored smile.
Biker imp listened to your call and strutted between the five of you. His eyes tired, and wracked with an unseen guilt.
“I’m Clutch, and I...realize now, how much I’ve fucked up. I never knew how much I’d lost until the bone man here splashed me with something.” Tears began to well up in their eyes.

“I-I saw things I never wanted to remember. Possibility’s I’d never want to consider. I saw a life with a woman whose head I’d bashed in. I saw myself as a parent.”
The three of them seemed to be intrigued by this they’d never seen an imp sound so regretful.
Charlie watches with delight. As do you.
“And then, I saw where I’d fuck all that up too, I saw her getting a still birth. I saw myself being a deadbeat. I saw myself smothering my only son in the crib.” Clutch continues.
Your eyes suddenly widen, what?
“I felt the cold iron of a bullet tunneling throughout my skull as I emptied my brains in a motel room, over and over again all because I ran her away from me.
I didn’t want to live without her I...I don’t want to live anymore.” Clutch speaks through chocked sobs.
Charlie has both her hands clasped over her mouth to keep her gaping shock hidden. Her hope seems to have shattered.
“That’s....fucked.” Husk spoke the mind of most present.
Charlie turns to you with begging eyes. Shit, you had no idea what to do. How can you salvage this?
———————
>Stop Clutch from talking.
>Let him continue speaking, maybe it gets better?
>Change subject (Roll for speech check)
>Get his gang to help him out somehow.
>Write-in.

>>5493957
>Let him continue speaking, maybe it gets better?

>>5493957
>Let him continue speaking, maybe it gets better?

Oh man, this is not good. Maybe if the Clutch speaks aloud of all his failures, he can be pointed to how he can repent/improve. Or somehow work in saying this is another trial or some jazz from God.

Aenon is basically a walking nightmare, especially if we consider this is Hell. If holy figures nearly buckled under the weight of their trials, how will the average denizen here not suffer a mental break?

>>5493957
>Stop Clutch from talking.
>"I'm sorry Clutch, I didn't know."
>"I promise I will help you with your suffering, and guide you to a better life."
And if someone asks about how it happened
>"...he was splashed in my water when he attacked my eye. Perhaps the more water there is the more extreme the effect?"

>>5493978
>Maybe if the Clutch speaks aloud of all his failures, he can be pointed to how he can repent/improve.
I agree, but I think it should be more of a private matter (maybe as a confessional? or just offering to be what's basically his psychologist could be good).

>>5493957
>Stop Clutch from talking
>"I'm sorry Clutch, I didn't know."

As it turns out, contrition ain't free. Big surprise. We're new to Hell and our powers come with drawbacks.

>>5493957
>Write-in
Time to apply priestly wisdom before he spirals into self destruction.
My son. I have shown you what could have been, now it is time we help pick up the pieces and forge a new life for you. As Jesus had his disciples, so do you have friends to help you along the way. Look to your left, to your right? Who do you see? Loyal men (and women?) who *are* following you through hell. Your beginning starts here.

This is all, very, very personal information. Ask Clutch if he would like to continue this confessional here, or would he like to go some place more private so he may confess. This is 100% improvised confession time and gosh darn it it's our duty as a priest to hear the woe of sinners!

>>5493957
>Let him continue speaking, maybe it gets better?
Well let the man speak, we asked to see what he saw no? Surely this cannot go tits up... But if it does, this is a great learning experience.

>>5493957
>>Let him continue speaking, maybe it gets better
>>5494008
>>5493978
This
They are right. He is now Beyond denial, trying to stop or hold back the flow of his sorrow will only stagnate it and rot in simple hatred. It is best to stand next to him and support him on his journey.

Moving it to a private environment is preferable but not necessary.

>>5494008
Changing vote to this
>>5494049 I liked this anons reasoning.

>>5493957
>Let him continue speaking, maybe it gets better?
>Speak your troubles and sorrows my child, let the out of your heart. The bible ask us to "confess your sins to one another and pray for one another". Only then you will be able to "Receive the Holy Spirit. Whose sins you forgive, they are forgiven; and whose sins you shall retain, they are retained", as Jesus has told us yo.

>>5494176
>>5493957
>"But perhaps it would rather be in a private setting, such as a confessional? This is a choice only you should make."

>>5494008
>Support

>>5494178
+1 about the confessionals

>>5494008
Support

So we all agree to let Clutch decide if he wants to continue talking and if he wants to keep speaking in private with us?

>>5494584
Yes, it should be his choice whether to treat this as an alcoholics anonymous meeting or a confessional booth.