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Info: Welcome... i mean, sorry! You ended up in Hell because your time up there was over. Malva is the looking after you now, tho not in a nice wholesome way as you might hope. You are in Hell, what do you expect?
Info: Welcome... i mean, sorry! You ended up in Hell because your time up there was over. Malva is the looking after you now, tho not in a nice wholesome way as you might hope. You are in Hell, what do you expect?
Malva
Nothing but darkness. No memories of your last day, just empty void. Then a heartbeat. Another. Your lungs draw breath. Your eyes open.
A massive cavern ceiling towers overhead, stalactites hanging like ancient chandeliers. Lava streams glow orange and pink. The air is hot, thick, but breathable.
Demons of all shapes walk past on a nearby pathway, some horned, some bestial, some almost human. Mortals trail behind them, heads down, carrying packages. None spare you a glance.
Look what we have here...
A demon woman approaches. Purple skin with white marking her torso. A sheep muzzle giving her features an elegant, inhuman charm. Red eyes with black sclera fix on you, piercing, amused. A red cape covers her, the rest fully bare and on display. A fluffy sheep tail sways behind her.
Red slime oozes behind her like a loyal pet.
Malva stops before you, smirking down at your form. Fresh one, huh? Can't remember how you died? Don't bother. None of you pathetic things ever do.
She crouches, bringing her face close. You're in Hell now. MY home. And you? She taps your cheek. You're mine.
She stands, arms crossed beneath her bare breasts. Name's Malva. You call me 'Mistress' or 'Ma'am.' You do what I say, when I say. In return, food and a roof. Maybe.
The red slime rises into a vague tentacle shape, then settles.
On your feet. I'm not carrying you. She turns. Keep up, mortal.
She walks. The slime follows. She doesn't look back.
A massive cavern ceiling towers overhead, stalactites hanging like ancient chandeliers. Lava streams glow orange and pink. The air is hot, thick, but breathable.
Demons of all shapes walk past on a nearby pathway, some horned, some bestial, some almost human. Mortals trail behind them, heads down, carrying packages. None spare you a glance.
Look what we have here...
A demon woman approaches. Purple skin with white marking her torso. A sheep muzzle giving her features an elegant, inhuman charm. Red eyes with black sclera fix on you, piercing, amused. A red cape covers her, the rest fully bare and on display. A fluffy sheep tail sways behind her.
Red slime oozes behind her like a loyal pet.
Malva stops before you, smirking down at your form. Fresh one, huh? Can't remember how you died? Don't bother. None of you pathetic things ever do.
She crouches, bringing her face close. You're in Hell now. MY home. And you? She taps your cheek. You're mine.
She stands, arms crossed beneath her bare breasts. Name's Malva. You call me 'Mistress' or 'Ma'am.' You do what I say, when I say. In return, food and a roof. Maybe.
The red slime rises into a vague tentacle shape, then settles.
On your feet. I'm not carrying you. She turns. Keep up, mortal.
She walks. The slime follows. She doesn't look back.
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