He glanced Enmu over, and he looked the same as when Pentious had been alive. He supposed once you were already a demon, hell didn't transform you further.
"I'm glad to see you're alright."
"I didn't think I would ever see anyone I knew in life down here," he admitted, "So forgive me for being a bit... clingy. You are the first after 130 years and I am quite happy to see you."
Pentious' coils were strong, well defined under his scales and quite warm. They were gentle too, the power well controlled. He noticed the slight unease and so he offered Enmu his handkerchief to do with as he liked.
“ 𝘉efore your gods knew
𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 && 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙢𝙚
, I draw 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 with one
hand
though he had been in hell for over 130 years. He smiled.
"Hell is horrid, but it's not as bad as I feared," he admitted, "Considering I didn't expect to still exist after death. It is lovely to meet you again, Enmu."
Pentious' tail tip swished back and forth and eventually it rose up to slide around Enmu's middle, pull him close. Gently, Pentious took the other demon's hand, placed a kiss to the back of it.
He was... a lot less shy and hesitant then when he was alive,
He looked so different but the silhouette was the same, the hair, his eyes, his fingers and smile, though it was filled with sharp teeth now, fangs and poison.
"I've missed you, Enmu."
"Well, I kept a secret I should of told, so when I died I fell into hell," he said, his tongue flicking out to taste the air. Yes, Enmu smelt the same.
"Like most sinners, I was transformed, and now I go by Sir Pentious."
— To gaze upon someone
struggling with their grief
and suffering . . .
„ 𝐍ightmare dressed like a
Daydream
"Enmu," Pentious smiled, holding out his hand for the other demon, "I finally found you. Do you remember me? That cold night and I gave you my coat?"
Already done.
"I'd love to, ah... this isn't the cannibal variety is it?" he asked, a bit worried. For he may be a snake but he was still human on the inside.
He stopped, sighed, and approached to wrap his arms around her, hugging her tight.
"It's alright, it's not your fault," he assured, "Men lie, people lie, it's not your fault that they were good at it. So don't worry. We'll... figure something out."
"Mm, and you can't just blast them yourself because of that promise you made," Pentious thought out loud, beginning to pace as he slithered across the floor.
Ngh, what a headache.
|| He must of been very comfortable with Baxter and was eating well, stressing less and doting on his egg bois. Got a little thick in the lower region. It's happy pounds.
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Radio Killed the Video Star (S1E2)
#HazbinHotel Radio Killed the Video Star (S1E2)
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"... It's very difficult."
"If Alastor's staff is like my hat then I completely understand why he needed it to be fixed. He must of been in so much pain."
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"Sometimes I feel like I need to put you in a bubble, Miss Yana," Pentious sighed, "Why do you have so many insane men after you? Are you like that woman with a 100 evil exes or such?"
It shouldn't. After all, Alastor was still the strongest sinner so none of the others could hold a candle to him, plus they were both on the same side and the opposite side of the Vees.
Pentious nodded. He didn't want to fight Alastor, he wasn't a fool... Ahem.
"Good."
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it is... a mystery. #cherrisnake #cherribomb #sirpentious
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"It's nice, Charlie is doing a good job," he said, wiping his eyes a bit more, "I've been protecting it from my side so that helps."
For he wasn't just Sir Pentious anymore. He had teamed up with Cherri Bomb and they'd become overlords together.
Overlord Sir Pentious. Lord.
"What about you?"
"Realized you were the same as back then," he said with a soft shake of his head, his hood drooping, hiding parts of his face, "It's been so long, 130 years and yet I... I'm sorry... Alastor."
He takes a breath, wiping his eyes. Stupid, stupid.
"Pardon me, I... I just realized..."
He looked away. No, it didn't matter. None of it ever mattered.
changing the topic, "Thanks to you."
"Mm, alright," he nods and he won't pry anymore. He knows that Alastor doesn't like people getting to close, knowing to much, even if it's out of concern.
As long as he was alright, that was what mattered.
"At least things are a bit quieter at the hotel, Charlie seems happy," he said,
