❀ Lucille ❀
Current Location: Hell
The amount of people arriving was starting to give Lucille a headache. That and her irritation was beginning to fester and grow with each passing second, only capitlized by a sudden throaty voice announcing itself. Lucille death stared at the frog puppet, ignoring his introductions as well as his singing. So this was what she was dealing with in terms of lackeys and pawns. It was a little disheartening-assuming she had one-but frankly it was obvious why Hell was losing this war. Especially when everyone inhabiting it was a complete idiot. Still, her gaze lingered on Kermit a moment longer; she would be using him for more recreational things much later down the line. For now she turned away from his singing to look at Try Hard and Furry.
Just after asking Kermit a "totally-not-breaking-the-fourth-wall-question", Mephilus hears a roar of anguish coming from Artoria, followed by a sound of chilly-wind. In almost an instant, the Hell-Knight creates a portal and wields his massive shield and blocks the incoming attack. Other than feeling slightly chilly, he didn't seem to be affected by the attack at all, not even flinch otherwise. Only after the cold subsided did the Hell Knight sigh and look directly at the wolf-rabbit-serpent-girl, chuckling as he lowers his shield.
"Really?" he remarks as he looks at her almost jokingly,
"Is that the best you can do? You're going to have to try much harder than that if you want to~"But before he could finish, the icy air began to condense as it covers his entire body. Then he feels a weird sensation, as if his whole body began to change. His body began to change, with his armor merging into his body and gaining some particular curves in his chest and buttocks. Yet the armor began to form into hard armored scales that covered most of his entire body. His face became slightly enlongated as he eventually resembled a humanoid-Pangolin... with nine fox tails because reasons. Mephilus looks at his body with relative surprise. The frigid air morphed him into this creature hybrid, and his gender changed into a girl! He, or maybe she, was completely taken off guard by this attack.
"Teheheeee... Aw, you're so cute now, look at us, we could be twins!" Artoria popped up at Mephila's side during the distracting changes, sporting a similar set of animal parts, also being a fox-pangolin hybrid. She reached around for a
christian side-hug. But it would be hard to mistake them for twins, as Artoria's figure and colorations were different. Still, Artoria was cackling like mad, who needed to kill your target when you could just make them adorable!
"Hmmmm..." Mephilia responds in a low, tomboyish tone,
"This isn't so bad... Hell do I look absolutely fabulous and awesome in this.""WAIT WHAT? THIS HAS NEVER WORKED BEFORE! REALLY?!?" Artoria seemed to forget how to work, or how indoor voices worked for a moment, stunned at the possibility of this actually having worked for once. She was bouncing up and down for a moment, tail wagging furiously, her shoulder bumping into Mephila's arm from Mephila's greater height.
Then Artoria went in for a big side hug as Mephilia took the embrace. For a measily few seconds, it really seemed like her thoughts were actually true. She proceeds to putting two hands on the girl's cheeks, embracing them softly as if she was going to kiss her new maker. Then came a sickening "CRACK", as the wolf girl's neck snapped, without remorse and without pity.
Artoria's features brightened, her face flushed, and then she slumped to the ground from a terminal case of snapped neck. As Mephilia drops her limp body down to the ground, her body began to change again, this time reverting back into his original form as Mephilus, with armor and all. He clears his throat, brushing his armor off before looking down at this fool.
"Like I said," he repeats to her,
"You're going to have to try much harder than that if you want to succeed. I never really liked that new form anyways. Just doesn't fit my style."It was at this moment that the familiar form of a generally pissed off Incubus pushed open the doors to the throne room and ascended the stairs, stopping just at the top. He noticed many things, but mostly a frog with a machine gun and a brand new Queen on the throne for the second time that week. If one looked at him for even a fraction of a second, they would easily notice a vein bulge out in his forehead, fit to violently burst. And this being Sliske, this was exactly what he did.
"What. The. Fuck!? This shit again!? I leave to fortify everything Hell owns while you go fight for some useless islands, and the throne changes hands AGAIN!? Okay, fuck you all, this is my show now!" Eyes flaring to life with something short of silver, one of his rifts opened up and the foot of an Overblesser stepped out, only to be cut off with the portal closing. The reason was an ornately crafted glaive flying from behind the throne and lodging itself in the demon's chest.
The thrower of the weapon stepped out from the shadows of the room, his glaive ripping itself out of the victim's chest and flying back to the owner's hand. "Sliske, I've known you for one minute, and I want you dead already."
"AH FUCK! IF YOU WANT ME DEAD THEN PUT ME DOWN!" Reckless as ever when the blood got to his head, Sliske's right arm transformed into its weaponized form, excepting the last couple inches of the blade. He took a haphazard swing at the aggressor, only to find the strike met with a second glaive. Before he could react, a dull, swirling portal opened on the left of the man dressed in drab motley and he felt a sharp edge dive through his back.
A grin full of needle-like teeth opened up in the fool's mask with a definitive victory. "You're nothing, Swindler. Your army is a boon, but you? Useless. Leave this war, for your own sake." With that, he opened his mouth wide and bit Sliske's head off at the neck with a sickening crunch, proceeding to devour the rest of his body as well.
A very deep sigh was heard from Lucille at the mess formerly known as Sliske. Wonderful. But what was most annoying, most irritating for her, was the masked man who had appeared in her throne room like a phantom. Lucille looked down on the newcomer with barely hidden scorn in her sight. Oh now this was one very annoying; just the sight of him made her want to toss him about or maybe ram something hard and permanent into him.
"I think I'll call you Asshole," she muttered under her breath before sweeping her gaze over the pathetic lot gathered before her.
"You see, this is why you idiots keep losing," Lucille hissed, watching Artoria crumble like a sack of flesh while Mephilus rejoiced in his petty victory.
"You can't function one moment without being at each other's throats...well, I suppose that's in your nature now isn't it?" Lucille said, raising an eye at the wolf girl. Oh so she wasn't dead after all? Maybe she had some use.
"Ah, but see that's why I'm here," Lucille continued, a malicious smirk creeping onto her features calmly.
"You idiots have been led by bigger idiots and I can see clearly now that their stupidiy has dripped down to the ranks and influenced you all. Weak and eager for your own betrayel. But we're going to change all that. I understand that you've lost many of your fellow soldiers to Heaven."A prison break? That sounded like a joyous idea to the Frog, as there were people that needed saving for Hell's forces, and honestly it would be better than sitting around here watching the wolf-girl desperately trying to... play with Mephilus. The Frog cheerfully bobbed around as he spoke up to the queen of Hell before him. She was the only one he knew as the queen so he addressed her as such.
"Miss Queen of Hell, do you need me to assist you with this task? I want to be a helpful friend to you, and while I can't sing to you right now I will give you my power as a frog!"chuckled the Frog, who returned to humming his tune as he waited for a response from the queen.
Next on the list of returning demons came Ghelgath, being carried by the Ice Sargent. The Sargent was panting rather quickly as he careful puts the unconscious Lich's mangled body on the floor. He was not in good shape by the laser blast on his shoulder and one of his kneecaps being blown out by the robot sniper Marquis, but is still alive none of the less. The Sargent quickly looks in his pack, scuttling through the case until finding an icy model of a heart. Griping the Frozen Heart, he proceeds to literally jam his open fist into Ghelgath's chest and ripping out the old one in the process. The old heart was already worn out and was beginning to melt. Quickly, the Sargent throws it away and inserts the new heart in to replace it. After a few seconds, it began to connect to the heart vesicles and began to merge with him. This prompted a rapid regeneration boost that completely healed the Ice Lich in a matter of seconds. Suddenly, his eyes open with a quick inhale as he starts coughing violently for a moment. The Sargent sits him up while patting his back. As soon as the Ice King stops hacking, he looks around the room in confusion.
"Ughhh," he groans groggily,
"What happened? W-Where the hell am I?"He then mentally recognizes that he's back at the throne room. He sees several new faces in the room, mostly demon, until looking at who's sitting on the throne herself. The Lich opens and closes his eyes rapidly, trying to figure out who she is.
"W-Who is she?" he asks dazedly as he begins to get up,
"I-Is that the bitch Ira?""No my lord," the Sargent responds bluntly, "It's the new Queen."
Once he gets up on his two feet, Ghelgath's vision finally came back as he takes a gander at who's on the throne. And... well it really wasn't much better. Or so it seems. But, he did want the previous queen to step down so... yay? He simply growls quietly as he looks at Lucilie coldly.
"Aaaand so she is." he says while rolling his neck,
"Ugh, listen. I hated that previous Queen that came in. I'm already beginning to hate you a bit... but you know what, I'm going to give you a chance. I reaaaaaaally hope you have what it takes to lead us lot, unlike the last one.""What a surprise. I hate you too. Get over it Popsicle,"[ Lucille said in response.
Artoria rose back up from the ground, cricking her neck a few times. Lucille really did remind her a lot of Hohenheim. But her derision was lacking the elegance of the inimitable Hohenheim.
"Well, uh, sorry, I don't really know anything about the status of our forces. I was running around making monster girls. But, uh, I just managed to gain a whole new slew of powers without any risk to Team Hell." Regenerating from what would be fatal without her heart always left her feeling like she had just awakened, so she stretched her arms a bit.
Still in her new fox/pangolin form, Artoria started by making a flickering flame in her tails, playing with them back and forth, before making a portal under her feet to send her into the air, and then jets of flame from her tails propelling her flying around the room, occasionally portalling around inside to avoid smashing into a wall. Not succeeding 100% of the time.
Mephilus looks back to see the furry girl resurrected from the dead. He simply sighs as he looks at her blankly.
"Wheee! I like these powers, Mephila, thanks!" Artoria said, pulling a face at Mephilus as she jetted by.
The Hell Knight simply stood motionlessly as he shifted his attention back to Queen Lucilie.
Had it all been a ruse before? Was it really all just as planned? Nope. Artoria was heartbroken, and was trying to play it cool. And failling, by flailing around the room like an idiot.
As the lanky figure finished his first meal in several millenia, he looked up at Lucille with a blank expression, lips slowly twisting into a smile.
"Call me what you will, though my name is Gregorovic." He cackled, his weapons folding on their own accord.
"And before you ask, I'd love to take revenge on the Angels. They owe me a few years, to say the least." He took a moment to grab Artoria by the ankle as she spun out of control past him, dragging her back to solid ground.
Gregorovic would find that he had dragged Artoria "down" to the ceiling, which she latched onto, upside down, with her claws. She smiled smugly down at Gregorovic, proud of her quick thinking with portals.
"Shut up Greg," Lucille said before looking at the wolf girl's "corpse".
"Well aren't you an eye-sore," Lucille commented, watching the unsightly display that was Artoria's awakening. Either the revival process for death was faster than usual or that Angel of Death was slacking off. Whatever the case, she could see those gathered here were excited by what she was implying. And if they weren't? That wasn't her problem now was it. They could either follow her word or get out. The door was quite literally, right there.
"If you don't like it, the door is right there," she said simply, directing Ghelgath to the shattered entrance.
"I'm going to overlook your words but watch your tongue Popsicle. Or I might just have Furry here rip it out for me."Artoria waved cheerfully at Popsicle, to help him figure out which one Furry was. He sounded tasty! She had by now returned to her standard wolf form.
Ghelgath simply rolled his eyes with a snarl of bitter disgust. Maybe Ira wouldn't have been such a bad choice after all. Oh well, too late now.
"We're all on board with kicking the Imperator's teeth in? Yes? Good! Consider it a test run of how much you can keep my annoyance low on the field. Or think of it as an analysis of your skills; I really don't care," Lucille said, giving each of them their orders.
"Go and prepare our departure Try Hard. Pray I don't eviscerate you Greg. Walk it off Popsicle. Go ahead and act as our scout Furry. As for you Muppet, you're going to be broadcasting our little endeavor on your show. Any questions? No? I didn't think so.""As you wish." Mephilus nods as he puts on his Phantom Headpiece. He then proceeds to prepare for the incoming prison break.
"Okay! I'm gonna go run off and get my stuff to broadcast this across Hell. Be back in a flash!" cheerily replied the Frog, who hopped out of the room quickly, and hastily returning to the main room of Hell's castle and placing his various equipment down.
"I'll set this up while we leave, Miss Queen!" the frog said as he hastily began setting up his equipment.
"No problem, Queen Lucille!" Ghelgath simply walks off to get his body ready into shape. A quick eat and drink should replenish his strength and vigor.
While everyone either abruptly left or trickled out, Gregorovic remained, his slits tracking Lucille like a predator would track prey. His mouth split once again, showing rows of stark white teeth that were unsettling to most.
"Do I really look so much like the Jester, Lucille? Last I remember, he had a cloak." He chuckled, seeming to laugh at a joke only he was aware of. The chuckle would be short last because Lucille was standing in front of him with a speed that was most unsual. She didn't seem like the fast type honestly but judging from her frown, Greg's words had struck a nerve. With a heave and a ho, she raised the masked Demon up high before slamming him into the ground, leaving behind an audible crack in both the sound barrier and the floor.
"Mention that name again. Go on, I'm asking you," Lucille said casually, hand still clenched around the Demon's arm in a death grip. That wouldn't kill him, of this she knew but it would definitely hurt.
"I'm perfectly fine with doing this all day and if I have to beat that mask off of you, then that's alright too. So go right ahead Greg. Keep mentioning that name in front of me. I need a new punching bag," Lucille continued, repeatedly slamming him into the floor, not caring if she was making a scene.
As Greg was slammed into the ground repeatedly by Lucille, the smile disappeared from his lips ever so slowly.
"Duly- UNF! Noted." Aside from the jerking of his body into the floor of the throne room every couple seconds, he seemed to have very little reaction to being manhandled by a woman that was not that much shorter than him. To put an end to it, he opened up a small portal underneath him that ended up spitting him out a few feet to the right.
"Anyhow, my blades are yours for the meantime." The harlequin promised, taking the left glaive from his hip and tossing it into the air idly.
"If you want me to kill him for you, I'll steal his blades for you so that you still have them, only in the hands of someone who hasn't indirectly promised to betray you eventually." Artoria popped her head back in, ears up and excited at the sound of the pounding that possibly meant Gregorovic was getting pummeled by Lucille. The Faceless One looked straight at the girl he had pulled out of the air, staring in silence for a short second before running his tongue across his teeth.
"You know what? You're the only one who in this room who hasn't ticked me off. You and that Muppet knock-off. If he starts being mouthy, you can kill him all you like," Lucille said to the wolf girl, walking back to her throne.
"Now. Does anyone else want to make the stupid decision of challenging me? No? Then get to work," she barked, frown never changing.
The macabre jester bowed low to his Queen, signalling his submission to her rule.
"Very well. I won't disappoint... now all I need is a cape." Grin plastered across his face, Greg stood erect and took his leave.
