[And he's never had an aunt, but if he did. And she was in the Order... which she would've been. She definitely would've warned against demons. Probably. Or, fuck, maybe she would've been one like the rest. Who knows.
He leads the way, even holds the door open for her as they step out. He's also got a hand on his own drink, a bubbling bottle of cream soda. There's a table out there already waiting for them, ready to hold their drinks, but more strange than a single standing table is the flash of red eyes from the forest. Nero notices, but he's gotten used to them following him, so he just ignores it.
What matters, anyway, is what he's making in front of them: a firey portal opens horizontally above their heads, and out drops a giganticdemon, his giant clawed feet landing on the ground and shaking it. Fire and magma pours out of his stomach, which is fanged, opening wide -- another mouth. As the fire hits the ground, it sizzles and burns. His voice echoes, deep and guttural. Who dare summon me? Goliath looks down, squinting with every eye coating his torso. Another weak human? Pathetic in the face of a king.
Nero strides up, giving one of his clawed feet a little kick.] Cute as a button, isn't he?
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[And he's never had an aunt, but if he did. And she was in the Order... which she would've been. She definitely would've warned against demons. Probably. Or, fuck, maybe she would've been one like the rest. Who knows.
He leads the way, even holds the door open for her as they step out. He's also got a hand on his own drink, a bubbling bottle of cream soda. There's a table out there already waiting for them, ready to hold their drinks, but more strange than a single standing table is the flash of red eyes from the forest. Nero notices, but he's gotten used to them following him, so he just ignores it.
What matters, anyway, is what he's making in front of them: a firey portal opens horizontally above their heads, and out drops a gigantic demon, his giant clawed feet landing on the ground and shaking it. Fire and magma pours out of his stomach, which is fanged, opening wide -- another mouth. As the fire hits the ground, it sizzles and burns. His voice echoes, deep and guttural. Who dare summon me? Goliath looks down, squinting with every eye coating his torso. Another weak human? Pathetic in the face of a king.
Nero strides up, giving one of his clawed feet a little kick.] Cute as a button, isn't he?