[If it wasn't so monstrous it might actually be cute. A hellhound pads through Hell towards the throne room in its zealous anger. It growls at anyone who approaches, invisible teeth and slobber, protecting the prize it has in its cavernous maw. >
[self-image. Nor is one of the first faces you put into context being Malphas, because that face never shuts up. That prattle is both the reprieve and the additional torture, McMurtry's place upon the dingy floor. A dingy floor decorated in shades of >
@DaringestDevil [Malphas stammers his answer. "...y-yes? But if she's made herself a target of the brothers, then I'm sure we'll see her soon down here. If they can find her. Tyrell said they had methods of hiding."
But when you're claimed, you can't hide from Hell.]
[By the time the soul of Valerie Tyrell joins the other witches in Hell, Malphas has only gotten bits and pieces of the story. Leave it to Val to fill the rest in, eagerly. It turns out she's pretty squeamish when the tables are turned and it might >
@DaringestDevil ["It seems the fae are at war. And the Winchesters..." he sneers as he says the name, "..are somehow caught up in this... Why they're getting in the middle of Tinkerbell versus Puck is unclear."]
@DaringestDevil [Malphas shifts his stance, as if to brace for impact. This could go either way. "There is a coven of witches who have allied with the Unseelie Court. They've been promised power without demon deals if the court's goals were met."] >
@DaringestDevil [Malphas smooths down his dark purple paisley tie, calloused fingers enjoying the silken material as if it were a fidget spinner. He bows officiously, trying to keep the smirk from curling at the corner of his mouth. "We had another witch join us, my king."] >
[And it makes a royal look weak that the Fae are potentially offering a better deal. Still, he finds himself traveling down the hallway to the Gothic interior of the throne room, waiting in line amongst all the other black-eyed bastards to grovel accordingly.] @DaringestDevil
[But on the other hand, it's going to be his job to inform the king that there's a revolt among those whose souls have been claimed by Hell. That there's a revolt by Gladys Augusta. That's bad advertising. >
@DaringestDevil [Before he finds himself with an angel blade stuffed deeply into his thoracic cavity, Malphas bows once more and scurries backwards like a wildly gesticulating demonic crab who is very worried about impropriety. "Yes, your Excellency."]
[When Dean Winchester shoots Richard Bowes, it all happens very quickly. The Reaper with her pitying look. The hellhound that pulled his incorporeal self the rest of the way inside the gates of Hell when he tried to escape. He's told they all try to escape at least once.>
@DaringestDevil ["They are in your domain due to using magic granted by you... yet they don't seem very willing to tell us what they were doing with that magic to get them killed. Like they have a pact, or it might earn your ire..." Or like they have hope beyond Hell, which is simply baffling.]
@DaringestDevil ["We didn't expect them to be stellar overachievers, but over a short span of months... they've all landed here. The only thing they'll tell us is that they were killed by the Winchesters. Then, curiously, they clam up."]
@DaringestDevil [Malphas bows deeply with the sweeping gesture of a demon who has worked with the worst monarchs and despots humanity had to over and knew how to play the game. Crowley at least wasn't human. "My Liege," he begins, "A number of the witches under contract have returned early."] >