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[ You have fallen onto a noisy street. After all the cold, the silence, the cacophony of city sounds blankets your ears muffles that feeling of abandonment. The street is dirty, and neon all around you advertises: Gambling! Fight pits! Come get your money's worth, restaurants, bars. They demand attention, and you could walk into any one of them.

Or, you might notice the alley ways before you enter. On the ground there's bodies: chalk outlines around those twisted at strange angles. Like crime scene photos, but you know how you got here. And if you look at the bodies too long, you can see the echo: shadows that are pale rather than darker, of missing wings upon their back.

The crowds on the street take no notice of you, or those bodies. ]

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Out where?

[ He doesn't seem impressed with your "story". For all that he's on the ground in this situation, he doesn't seem super forthcoming either, though that's probably because it's hard to talk when it's difficult to breathe. His teeth are pink-stained now, from the blood in his mouth, courtesy of having his ribs cracked and causing some internal bleeding there. ]

Bunch of liars and a devastator, which "back" you even want?

Liars and a devastator? Are you talking about us? I wouldn't mind an introduction either. Who are you? Or who were you anyways?

[Crossing his arms, leaning against the wall]

Well, I guess I should start by asking where is here exactly? Also we want back up and out. We came through a rip and jumped down to where 'here' is.

[honestly, he's really confused they seem to be unknown. he tries to ask a question, but well. it comes out incomprehensible. then he sighs and just keeps the gun where it is, waiting]

[ He curses under his breath— fairest and first fallen damn it all ]

Knew liars didn't have their heads on straight, but [ It's difficult to breathe. He doesn't finish the sentence, and instead changes it: ] Hell. You're in the smallest of the Hells, and sounds like we're agreein'! I also want you to get the Hell out.

Great! I'm glad we can see eye to eye on something! How do we get out? Who do we talk to? Who is in charge here? You keep saying "liars", but we're being very honest with you.

[ he's just so beyond these questions. half of them are just, like, not even answerable. Imagine asking a guy how you get out of the country. ]

What, am I supposed to buy you're damned? What the hell would you be doing that far abroad and still solid. Sure ain't any TV stations around here.

['tv stations' gets his attention and he perks up, pushing the gun further into the guy's mouth and leaning over him

he tries, very very hard, to say 'Do you even watch TV'? though it comes out more like a series of oos and aahs and eehs]

...............I think he's asking if you watch TV?

Also, who is in charge of smallest Hell then? Also, do you know what the deal with the chalk outlined bodies is? Why did people come after us over that?

Why in the name of the nine eminent hells would I waste time on that shit?

[ oh my god, please, you're killing him. ]

Look, wasting time answering questions for head-fucked liars strikes me as a waste of my time, because you're just going to convince yourself whatever you want no matter what answer I give you. You want a name? You want me to speak of the devil? You want me to summon up the big guy?

[tilts his head and thinks about that, then waves silver over and gestures for him to take the gun afterall]

What can you tell me that isn't a waste of your time then?

[Notices the gesture, walking closer and taking over the gun]

Aries, is there anything I should ask him? Go ahead and type it out on your phone.

[ snide ]

I can tell you that if you wanna use that gun, it's not gonna point the way you want it.

[ That's probably not what you wanted to hear, huh ]

[makes a face at him, then opens and closes one hand in a 'talking' gesture, then lines up the tips of both of his fingers over the guy's eyes in a very clear 'i will gouge out both of your eyes' gesture]

"Don't need a gun, there's a hundred ways to kill you."

[it would probably sound cooler if he didn't have a tongue, but instead it sounds like a bunch of indecipherable garbled nonsense

anyway he takes out his phone and starts to type]

Turning you into a bug and stepping on you would be just as easy. I'm not really interested in hurting you though, believe it or not. Where is the closest TV station then?

[Waiting for Aries to hand him the phone]

Filming is off limits here without permits, you stupid fucks. That ain't our business here.

[ no TV stations, it sounds like ]

[he doesn't hand Silver the phone, he just holds it up in front of the guy's face

i get that it seems pointless to talk to liars. but we aren't can you cast a truth spell?]

What is your business here then? And where can we go that filming is allowed?

I don't do spells, it's fucking cursework.

[ Of all the insults! Geeze!!

He's ignoring Silver, because answering liars who have convinced themselves they're human is stupid and a waste of extremely painful breath. ]

[ROLLS HIS EYES, then types on his phone again]

help or die which?

This ain't topside.

[ ROLLS HIS EYES. ]

You give me a single falsehood, and I don't care how you've stopped up your tongue, that shit is gonna finish bleeding you out.

[actually smiles, satisfied with that, then types out

tell him where we're from and how find out who runs show pretty sure our enemy is same

this he shows to Silver]

[Glancing at the phone]

We're from a show where we have to compete in games and stuff, since you don't watch TV, you probably haven't seen it. We came through a crack that appeared in the sky and went through a bunch of gates. We climbed a staricase and jumped down a ledged a long ass way to get here.

We want to find out who runs the show we're on. Aries says our enemy is probably the same.

[ jesus christ why is he having his brainfucked liar talk for him.

But if any of that is true

Honestly.

He takes a moment, and intones: ]

Lord Asmodeus.

[ his voice reverberates more than it should— not that it's louder, but you can feel that name penetrate through you, soaking the walls of the bar, and spreading outward. Like the bass of someone's car that you feel more than hear in the distance, the call goes out like signal.

Calling, Lord Asmodeus. ]

[that does not, sound like what i wanted?????

but it's been done now, so jumps to his feet, looking around, alarmed]

We have to go. NOW.

[Turning the guy into a bug and grabbing Aries sleeve]

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