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Topic
King of HellxHuman

Plot
Rylee Hunt is a human of earth, she has one or two friends, but no family. All her life she has just worked away, and her friends call her a work-aholic. She is not the purest of heart, but she is not the wickedest sinner to live. She definitely has her perks and her flaws. Rylee has been living an average life of work, home, and an occasional hang out with friends. Until she meets Iblis.

Iblis is the King of Hell, ever since Lucifer straight up disappeared, Iblis has taken over the role of king. He prefers to stay in hell and torment souls, however one day he chooses to go up to earth. And by luck, he manages to draw angels to him. Caught in an alley, the angels advance and attack. Well, Rylee is just walking by when she sees the fight happening. Thinking it is humans ganging up on another human and trying to rob Iblis, she steps in and saves him. After the angels flee, Iblis thanks Rylee and informs her he is in her debt.

Iblis disappears before Rylee can reply, leaving Rylee incredibly confused. However she just continues about her day, until that night whenever she goes to sleep.

Now, there is a legend about the full moon, concerning the living. Every full moon the barrier between life and death becomes thin. Often the dead are kept within heaven and hell, by angels and demons. However, for the living there is really no one to keep them on Earth. So sometimes a human soul will drift over while they sleep. If they land in Heaven, the angels can typically return their souls to their bodies at once. However if a human soul ends up in hell, they must wait until the sun rises when the light draws the soul back into the body.

Rylee happens to crossover into hell during the full moon, and as she wanders hell, a demon finds her and brings her to his king. There Rylee meets Iblis, recognizing him at once. In return for her help, Iblis treats Rylee more kindly then he typically would until the sun rises. When Rylee returns to earth, Iblis finds himself missing her company. And so he goes to earth, joining Rylee. At first, Iblis just kind of bugs Rylee, but eventually they start to fall for each other

Characters
Dagger Pack-Rylee Hunt(Female)
Sir Frogginton-Iblis(Male)

Dagger's Character

Iblis looked around his dark domain. He had a few demons serving him at the moment. He chose those who weren't of much importance or power to stay here and wait on him, but they still had to be competent. He hated a clumsy assistant. He was sitting on his couch bored. Although inactivity didn't affect him he remembered how humans hated boredom. What was that quaint saying of theirs? Inactivity is a devil's playground. It was about time that he had some fun on this playground. There was nothing for him to do here but waste time. He had given out the orders for the day so that he wouldn't be needed. Ahriman would be able to keep an eye on everyone and make sure they kept on track. He was also frightening enough to deal with any arguments that might break out.

It was about time he took a look at what was happening on earth. That was what he had most of his demons doing anyway. They were supposed to go to earth and try to tempt people to do the wrong thing. They were normally invisible and they whispered in people's thoughts. Dumb humans thought it was their own mind suggesting it, and they almost always fell for it. He might try a little of that, but he always enjoyed being a visible stranger on earth.

He picked a random place to appear on earth. It looked to be an average little town. He dressed casually trying to fit in with a red t-shirt and blue jeans as he began to amble down the street carelessly. He meandered slowly peeking into shop windows before moving on. He stopped in front of the grocery store, and he raked his messy hair away from his face as he took a look around. While it was a busy day, the grocery store seemed even busier than usual.

“Ew. What are you humming?” His brow furrowed in confusion and he covered his ears with his hands for a moment. “Do you think anyone wants to hear that? You do not sound as good as you thought.” He found that a bad mood was simple and easy to spread. Many thought of the Devil as someone who was sly and manipulative. Iblis was not naturally as smooth. It took a lot of intentionality on his part. He could do that, but this was much easier and would probably spread farther than some manipulation of his. “Such an outdated car. You must be having a difficult time making ends meet if you don't have the most recent model. Seriously, are you a peasant from the middle ages? There is a car lot over on North Avenue. You could buy yourself a brand new shiny car. Mmmm. Lovely car scent, smooth driving. It'd be a lot of fun.”

He began to walk away from the store before he tossed over his shoulder. "Why would you do something so boring and mundane? Maybe you should go somewhere where it's a lot more exciting." He pointed to a bar across the street. "Something like that. You can meet people and drink your worries away. What's better than that? Break free from your confines. Aren't you tired of doing the same thing? You've done it for how many years? You are going to have to do it until you retire or you die. You need a break. You deserve a rest."

He moved on to another victim. The man was in his mid-forties and had dark brown hair. His skin was light, and he appeared to be the average joe. He wore jeans, a t-shirt, and tennis shoes. He must have the day off. "Those jeans." Iblis' face scrunched with distaste. "See that man's over there," he pointed to some guy in cowboy boots and a large western buckle. "Much more fashionable. You should ask where he got them and shop from there. Aren't you tired of going to a grocery store! You should go to the supermarket with all those lovely things to buy. You could be the envy of everyone you encountered. It's possible if you are just willing to spend a little and put some extra time into it." He held his nose for a moment waving his other hand in front of his face. "Your cologne is unbearable. I'd recommend a more expensive brand. They work for way longer and don't age badly as yours has."

He moved on to the next person commenting on their hand. "Your hand is so drab." He held up his hand heavily decorated with rings. "I can see every wrinkle and vein. Maybe you should cover up with some nice gloves or jewelry."

When he saw a married couple he moved their way. "You look so happy it's fake." He mimed throwing up. "The only way y'all could've stayed together this long is because you pretend that you are satisfied." He could see their faces trying to decide between horrified, angry, confused, and maybe even belief. "Why did you miss that chance with that assistant of yours? Waaay more good-looking than your partner here. And this ring could be soooo much more expensive. Do they really love you?" When he began to disengage and walk away, he heard one of them asking the other if they had ever met the random insulter. He continued encountering different people. He would wait to engage his next victim once he was out of the previous one's hearing and sight.

Iblis’ frown deepened when she laughed. It grated upon his nerves. It was so high-pitched and harsh to his ears. Although it was awkward and filled with disbelief it still caused a deep wrinkle between his brows to form. How could she be laughing right now? The way he had addressed her wasn’t funny; it was rude and uncalled for. He peered down upon her haughtily with an examining gaze that searched for flaws. “I don’t think I will be excusing you.” He chose to misunderstand her. His voice was laced with hatred, “There is no reason for you to be so self-involved that you don’t think of other people. Keep that behavior at home.”

A frosty expression hardened her face, and he had to fight the gleeful smile that wanted to spread across his lips. He noted that she wasn’t saying much. Maybe she was afraid of him. Maybe she was afraid that he would hurt her. Perhaps she was too angry to speak. Some people were so concerned about their image, maybe she didn’t want to draw more attention and cause a scene in public. Finally, he was getting to Ms. Happy Hummer. This was the way things were meant to be. This was what he was good at. He had to get out of there before he lost control. He wasn’t supposed to look happy. It would ruin his image.

After going around spreading the bad mood, he found himself heading back towards the grocery store. He started to go around the side to see if there was anyone he could bother there. He stopped short when he noticed two particularly handsome men. They were too handsome. In a moment he knew that they were too perfect. They weren’t of this world. They were in their mortal forms, but Iblis recognized them for what they were. He turned, and he started to backtrack quietly. Perhaps they hadn’t noticed him. If they had, they would recognize him, as he was the most wanted by the Big Man Upstairs.

Their heads shot up at the sound of footsteps. The motion in their peripheral must have caught their attention. He didn’t turn around to see their eyes light up with recognition, because they began to run after him. He heard the pounding of their feet on the concrete as they began to catch up. Iblis took off as fast as his average legs could take him. He didn’t think he would be able to get enough demons around him to fend them off in the little time he had left. He was going to have to stop and fight. He decided he needed to try to make it to a busy street. Perhaps the angels would be more hesitant to fight with everything they got if they were around humans. He began to call for help, mainly focusing on his followers. No one came, and he was out of breath too tired to go any further. He turned around gasping trying to regain some energy before he had to face the angels.

“Hello, gentleman," he wheezed, struggling to get out words in between gasps of air. "What do I owe the pleasure of your pursuit today? Was I interrupting or did you need something?”

Their voices were deep and melodic, and their expressions were hard. “We know what you have been doing Iblis. We know who you are.”

“Please, call me Seth,” he interrupted able to speak more normally although he was still breathing hard. “Strolling around enjoying a lovely day? Have you been enjoying it?” He straightened as if he wasn't entirely panicked by their presence and this was completely normal.

“Do not fool around with us Iblis!" They raised their voices. "It will not save you from us. We know of the chaos you have been causing today, the people you have exacerbated, and the hurt you have caused. We are on a mission to protect these people from you. They must have their own choice without your interference. You will cease.”

"That sounds reasonable. I'll just be heading home right about now." He looked around hoping some demons would come to his aid. "I can move on."

"You must not do it again, and we know better than to trust your word." Together they moved to attack. They flanked him on either side, so he would have a harder time fleeing. They pulled out weapons and grudgingly Iblis pulled out his own.

Iblis stared at the two men wondering how he was going to deal with them. They were both so well built and much larger than he was. He was going to have to defeat them quickly because he would rapidly tire. They were all staring at one another trying to figure out the best way to attack and predict what their opponent was going to do. Iblis’ muscles tightened. He was about to lunge at one of them when he heard a voice he had recently learned. Ms. Happy Hummer from the grocery store. He didn’t know that she would be finished already. What was she doing over here? He turned his head slightly so he could see her in his peripheral. He froze trying to figure a way out of this while she distracted them for a moment by talking. What were his options? Would the angels be that easily distracted?

“You don’t know what you are getting into.” The man on Rylee’s right turned to make eye contact with her, while the other man kept his gaze firmly on Iblis. “You shouldn’t be here. This,” He pointed to Iblis. “Will only get you in trouble. Why would you have loyalty to him?” The angels wondered if this woman worked with Iblis. “We don’t want to hurt you, but we are here to keep others safe from him. Justice can be carried out if you wouldn’t intervene.”

The other one still had his eye pinned on Iblis so there was not point in running unless he had somewhere to run to. He considered jumping the one that was staring at him while one of them was distracted, but he doubted his chance of being able to defeat him before the other one began to pay attention. Instead, he came up with a plan B. He began to run towards Ms. Happy Hummer. “Let’s go! Start running!” He caught up to her before she began to run and he grabbed her pulling her into a faster pace. “You have a car right. We need to get to your car and get out of here. Come on! Come on! Come on!” He hated that he had shouted his plan for everyone to hear. At least they didn’t know the destination of where they would drive the car. They wouldn’t be able to go to Ms. Happy Hummer’s house.

He had also come up with a Plan C while he was running. If they didn’t make it to the car, he was going to grab the glock from Ms. Hummer and let loose on the pursuers. He liked his chances much better with a weapon like that. “Hand me the gun.” He said once they had gotten to a decent pace. He grabbed it while he was speaking not wanting her to argue about this. “You concentrate on unlocking the car and getting in and driving away. I’ll try to delay them if necessary. Now put all your thought into running.” He spilled the plan that he had managed to piece together. “I don’t think you are really prepared to shoot this gun, and I doubt you want me driving your car. As long as we stay ahead of them, I don’t think they have any guns, so we’ll be alright.” He noticed many people start to look at them as they came into the busy parking lot.

Normal people don’t run in a parking lot. He latched onto Ms. Hummer’s wrist because he wasn’t really sure if she was going to give him a ride. He kept her going by dragging her by the wrist through the parking lot. Many cars honked their horns at them as they had near misses, and they had to dodge around the backside of a few cars. Instead of appearing fearful because they pissed off random drivers, his jaw was tightened with determination and his brow was furrowed slightly with concentration.

“Open it, open it, open it!” he was trying to refrain from screeching at her but completely failed. He aimed and prepared to use the gun. The angels weren’t far behind. “Hurry! They’re coming up fast! Get the car started!” He hoped that he had stopped at the right car. He probably should have let her lead them.