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Started December 23, 2019 by Deleted user

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Blake smiled modestly. "I'm glad to help." He nodded at the girl. "And what is your name, dear?"

The girl tilted her head, stopping to face Blake. "Name? I am known by many names." She tilted her head in the other direction. "Destroyer of Worlds, Jailer of Souls…" She looked up at the man, her black and white eyes seemingly piercing through his soul. "But," she continued, "You may address me as Luci."

Blake was delighted by this. "Luci is a lovely name! It's an honor to meet you. Done much world destroying or soul jailing lately?"

Luci shook her head. "I've been occupied with more… important matters for the past few millennia. Matters which I will not be discussing at present".

"Ah….fair enough, I suppose. Well, do you happen to know how or why you came here? I showed up earlier because I noticed a dimensional rift had appeared where it wasn't supposed to be and wanted to investigate. I'm still not really sure where we are."

Zaran? licked his lips, he liked the gathering, so many possible hosts…

"Probably in some weird pocket dimension that opened up randomly, happens a lot. Evil energy and whatnot draws us evil villains together, that may be why my dimension hop missed and I ended up here instead of on mars". Said Iamus nonchalantly. "Though it may be something entirely different, who knows!"

"Ah, well, I understand," Blake said, turning to Actonolite. "I'm no stranger to sensitive information. Still, I wish you luck with your endeavors–it sounds like an admirable venture. What would you say is the biggest roadblock between you and success at the moment?"

“Well, like I said. Their forms are the issue. I have been trying to find the cause, and it seems to be a lack of nutrition in the soil…”
She trailed off, putting a finger to her chin thoughtfully.

"There was a disturbance in my realm's Overworld. I went to investigate and ended up here. That is all I know."

Blake glanced back over at Actonolite. "Hm, well that does sound like a tricky puzzle. What exactly are you trying to build their forms out of, may I ask?"
To Iamus, he added, "If you're correct in your theory, which I'm inclined to think you are, this dimension must be drawing chaotic neutral beings as well as neutral ones, since I don't really define myself as strictly 'evil'. There's also the question of who put this dimension here in the first place."

“Oh, no, we don’t build them! They do that on their own. All I do is the math.”

"Oh! I see. That's very clever. Well, I wish you the best of luck." He laughed ruefully. "I wish I could carry on an intelligent conversation with you, but to be honest, I'm helplessly out of my depth on this subject. The kind of science you're doing was never something I devoted much energy to myself."

"Oh, I'm quite sorry, I never told you my name. It is Z̶͎̞͔̗̦͉̺̦͔̰̞͓̾ ̵̛̛͕̱̟͖̗͇͂̌̃@̷̧̟͈̗͙̗͔͇̩̭͉̬̬̬͗͒̾̓̋̕͜͠ ̶̧̩̠̘̟̉̂̋͘͜͝m̴̫̰̺̺̭̄-̵̡͓̗̘̱͕̞̯̬̰̹͚̬̪̭͊̂̑̓͌̏͛͋͒͒͒̕͠ǹ̵̢͖̥̙̫̭͇͎̤̦̝̅̀̍͑͑͐͘͝ ̴̯̳͓̺̫̟͎̹̦͍̯͍͉̀͜͜g̷̡̡̙̭̝̠̱̟̮̙͇̬̯̯̲̊̎̎͂͆̐̅̽̐̈́͊̈́̋͛͊ ̵̱̭̜̭̤̟̄̾̇̅̉̽̂͂̌̋̆̚1̶̢͓̠̪̝̞̱̰̗͔͙̬̦̕ ̸̘͉̰͓͛̒0̵̛͚̳͗̔̽́̓̿͑̏̒̂̕̕͠, although I go by many other names, The Destroyer, The evil, And my favorite, The Black Sun."

The body coughed, almost as if it was choking.

"Oh dear," The High Devil of Corpsis looked around at all the newcomers. "I am being mightly impolite. I'm The High Devil of Corpsis. It is nice to.." He looked around him, noticing oddities he has never quite see before. They didn't scare him, just didn't quite fit his logic.
"meet you all." he finished after a rather long pause.

Blake couldn't help clapping the High Devil's on the shoulder cheerfully. "Isn't it though? I haven't ha this much fun in decades! We have the Black Sun, the Destroyer of Worlds, a High Devil, an esteemed scientist, a conglomeration of dead souls bent on spreading chaos….so many interesting characters!"

"One moment please, I must regain his thoughts."

With that, the kid punched himself and dark smoke came out of his mouth.

The kid's skin was noticeably lighter, his hair obeyed the laws of gravity, and his eyes went from black, to a light green.

"So that boy is the host?" Blake inquired. "I never really got the hang of those, personally, but I've seen people use them in ingenious ways before."

The High Devil flinched at Blake's hand hitting his shoulder. He mumbled something about Lust and moved over to a chair to sit, despite still being wet. He'd rather be by himself than with many people, but he could stand it for a while at least.
"So then," he began, "is there any wine in this place?" He usually didn't ask for wine, but he felt he needed some to get through today.

"Ḷ̸̡̛͕̣̻̫͓̌͒̽͐̑̍̃̆̓̀́͝e̶̢̧̛̱̻̩͚̠͉̭̬͇̰͆́̿̏͗̈͌̀̃̓ș̶̀̍̈́̋̐ş̵̡͇̞̙̳̺͉̦̙͉͊͐̌̓̀͝ ̵͕̎̊̊̔͒̓͂̂̕͝h̸̢̛̙̣̏̒̌͗͋̐͌̌̾̀̈́͘̚͝o̸̙̝͛͌̌́͂̆̚̕͝ṣ̵̡̛̛̘̐̃̀̈́̄̽̀̅̈͗̄̈͘͜t̵̳̥͉͖̂̓̀̿͆̄̀͗̿̆͂͠͝ͅs̴̨͇̥̻̱̭̭͗̀̌̒̀̏͜,̷̨̡͚̺̹͉̤̜̲̦̤̫̌̾͑̇̒̅͑͋͝ ̸͍́m̶̬̩̲͓̻͈̳͓̮̗̺̝̈́̌̀̿̉̒͑̈̾ọ̶̧͎̟̳̰͖͚̞̲̯̝̮̳͆͆͋́̀̑̾̃̏̾̃r̸̳̦͔̹̼̱͇͕̦͖̞̾̾̇̕e̵̗͒̋̐ ̷̢̛̘͔͍̼̌̇̏̏͆̍̾͑̎̔͆̀͆c̶̬͉̩͙̻̳͇̺̗͕͎͐͊̃̓̈́̍͛̾̈́̏̚͝ṳ̸̟̘̞̼̩̙̥͍̠͔̜̠͐̽́̈̂̔̀͐͘͘̚͠͝ļ̸̭̠͉͇̲̬̤̻̻̲͛̑͐̅ṯ̷̥̦̖͎͔͖̮͉̟̘̪̟̃i̷̡̨̧͖̱͓̝̜̲̜̍̒ͅs̴̩̋̓ṱ̴̰̙̯̤̭̘͖̬̩̦̠͍̥͗͗̕s̶̢̢̛͓̦͚̦̖̝̰̪̖̗̰͔͌̅͆́͋́͆̀̓̀͊̉̕,̷̧̡̠̹̞͍͍̺͉͌̒͘̚͝ͅ ̴̢̛̝̫̹̿͒͐̔͆̍͂̏̔͐͝t̴̹̘̹̗̹̭͙̰̓̔͑͊̊̆̆͜͝h̶͙̘̘̣̤̩̝̰̮̤̫͕̳̎͆͛̑̕͠ì̵̗̙̹̼̙̭̹̠͓s̵̠̝̯̮̖̭͓̞̝̩͙͉̑͛̿͝ ̵̰͍̤͎̦̙͈̩̫̙͂͋̆̆̔́b̷̯͚̙̱̥͉̼̘̈́͋̍́͒͆́o̶̜̳̪̹̓̀͊̍̇̈́ẙ̸͓̣̘̺̺͚͆̄̎̃̓ ̴̖̺̹̿̍̚c̶̼͉͎͔͉̠͚͈̝̞̫̍́̑̊͗́̚͘͠ḩ̷͎̯̪̦͈̹̭̽͐́͜ͅȏ̴̤̼͎͎͔̮̹͈̠̘͊͂̋́͛̊͑̉̃̈́̅͘s̸̡̨̛̪̜̩̬̻̯̯͍̘̫̺̗̠̍̍̆͂̎̓͂͂̊͠͝ẽ̸͍̫̥́͗̑̓̀͘͘ ̵̧̢̡̗͈̝̪̱̟̮̼͙̅̇̔͆̀̌̃͑͘͠͝t̶̢͎̲̠̙͆̈̊͆̈̋̀̅͌͑͑̑͝o̶̪͇͎̯̪͕̪͙̞̣͔̫̫̮͍̾̐̓̆̄̾͂̄̔̅͛̒ ̴̬̰̟̯̝͇͍̮̻͇̰͖̼̆̑̍̿́̏̓̀͂̏͘l̸̢̪̘̙̊̐̓e̵̯̗̱͆͗̄̅̊͌t̴̛̙̼̣̯̺̭̬͆̾̒̅̽̀̅̈̂̾̾̈́ͅ ̶̧͕̩͉̼͔̼̉̋̈͂̾́̓͋̔͒̌͠ͅͅm̵̫̤̋e̸̢̠̫̯̹̫̲̜̬̜̻̤̪̽̽̾̆͂͐́ ̶̫͐͆̀̏́̊̆̌̉̄̈͑̍͘ĉ̶̨̝̦͚̮̞̱͔̤̱̲̦̐͘ǫ̷̛͍͎̬̯̹̱̦̙̳͐̀͒̆̒̈͂̕̚͝n̴͈̼̩̝̮̳̹̰̱̾̔̀̿̆͝t̸̨̲̤̳͍̖̩̠͖̘͓͙͓̦͆̈̀͆̉͂̓́͘r̵̤̼̂̏̅̑o̴̡̠̭̓̓̈́͂̅̄̃̕͘̕l̸̛̲̗͙̭̺̼̱̫̋̓̃͒̂͛́̅̕͠ ̸̛̗̥̫̺̮̲̪̬̺̜̝̝͔͌̽̀̐̽̏̿̃̔̀̎̿̚͝ḩ̵̛̛̠̭̰̲͍̞͇̱̠̬͐͑̿͂̋̽̆͜͠ȉ̴͍͐̈́̑̈̐̂̇̀̄̾̍͐͠m̷̫͐͋͂̇͠.̵̙̼̳͓̰̞̳͎̊̀͒́́͑̅̈́͘̕̚͜͠"

Zaran coughed, getting the last little bit of smoke out his lungs. "He only speaks old tounge when not in a body, so unless you can speak Dalrah, you're gonna need me to translate."

"Hmm, reminds me how Greed's demons work. Always in old German." The High Devil shifted in his seat. "I killed all her demons the last time she did it. Maybe it's high time to do it again." He stared off into space, thinking.

Blake pensively opened the door he'd originally come from and pulled a serving tray into the room, shunting it over to the High Devil. It was weighed down with several glasses and a bottle of fine aged wine. "Here you are. Now how on earth did you manage to convince the boy that you controlling him was something he wanted, O Black Sun? Usually mortals are quite resistant to such ideas, in my experience. Oh, I'm sorry Zaran, I didn't mean to speak as if you weren't here."

"I wanted to for NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS."

Zaran growled, his eyes turning deep red and his teeth growing sharper, Blake was wrong, whatever Zaran was, he wasn't a normal mortal.

Blake backed off, holding up his hands in surrender. "Now now, no need to be angry. I was merely professionally curious. It's not often I get to meet others like myself, you understand."