Post by The Devil on Oct 4, 2019 3:17:01 GMT
So the time came when the Devil was finally release from prison on good behavior. It was a delicate act he had been keeping up while imprisoned, but he wasn't the master of lies for nothing. He bought his time, and 'paid his debt to society' in jail. Now that he had a taste of the inside, he knew what the police and heroes were capable of. He even knew his own strength, the ability to create orbs of fire. It went well with his sinister appearance. Since he was free for the moment, it was time to once again embrace who he truly was, a master of evil. While he could rob a store or mug some poor passerby, the heinous fiend would think of a far greater evil!
The prison guards would escort the man to the from of Tartarus to the outside world. Yori would take a moment to breathe in the fresh morning air, this was how freedom tasted. This time he wouldn't just do what he wanted, he would crush anyone who stood in his way. He would make his way downtown on foot, taking off his shirt along the way. He had stashed a couple of his old things behind a dumpster of a local mini-mart, with any luck, the items would still be there. "My, this city hasn't changed a bit! How refreshing to see such a peaceful world..."
After a couple hours, he would reach the local '6-Twelve' mart. Along the way, the eight foot tall devil-man would get many looks from the locals. Behind the building, he would find his items where he left them. A single flask of oil, an electric guitar, and a wrist mounted flamethrower. "Right where I left you! How wonderful."
Putting the flask in his pocket, the flamethrower on his wrist, and slinging the guitar around his back the devil would begin to enact his first evil plan in a long time! There was a clear sign in front of the mini-mart that read "No Loitering, Violators will be Prosecuted" and that was exactly what he planed on doing. Without buying a single item, the devil would stand outside of the 6-Twelve, and lean up against it's concrete wall! He would give evil looks to the passersby, scaring off potential customers. Roughly thirty minutes would pass, but the employees hadn't asked him to leave yet. He would need to be more obnoxious.
Taking out his electric guitar, the Devil would begin to practice a few of his gnarly riffs! Since he had no amp around, they weren't very loud, but the high pitched twanging of strings was enough to annoy the potential customers outside the store! It wouldn't be too long before an employee would eventually make his way outside to talk to the devil. "Sir! SIR! Stop that for a moment!" The guitar's strumming would suddenly end, as the man had Satan's attention. "Can I help you little man?"
The employee would swallow hard before declaring, "We have rules around here sir! Loitering is considered a crime you know!" The eight foot tall behemoth of a man would give a hardy chuckle "HAHAHAHA! What the hell are you going to do about it?" The employee gave a look of visible anger as he marched back inside the store.
Apparently, the store had contacted the police, as there was a call over all police and hero commlines. "Attention, any available units in the Tatooin District. We have a minor disturbance outside the 6-Twelve on Oilwood street, sources say a loiterer. The suspect is large, and has a devil-like appearance."
The prison guards would escort the man to the from of Tartarus to the outside world. Yori would take a moment to breathe in the fresh morning air, this was how freedom tasted. This time he wouldn't just do what he wanted, he would crush anyone who stood in his way. He would make his way downtown on foot, taking off his shirt along the way. He had stashed a couple of his old things behind a dumpster of a local mini-mart, with any luck, the items would still be there. "My, this city hasn't changed a bit! How refreshing to see such a peaceful world..."
After a couple hours, he would reach the local '6-Twelve' mart. Along the way, the eight foot tall devil-man would get many looks from the locals. Behind the building, he would find his items where he left them. A single flask of oil, an electric guitar, and a wrist mounted flamethrower. "Right where I left you! How wonderful."
Putting the flask in his pocket, the flamethrower on his wrist, and slinging the guitar around his back the devil would begin to enact his first evil plan in a long time! There was a clear sign in front of the mini-mart that read "No Loitering, Violators will be Prosecuted" and that was exactly what he planed on doing. Without buying a single item, the devil would stand outside of the 6-Twelve, and lean up against it's concrete wall! He would give evil looks to the passersby, scaring off potential customers. Roughly thirty minutes would pass, but the employees hadn't asked him to leave yet. He would need to be more obnoxious.
Taking out his electric guitar, the Devil would begin to practice a few of his gnarly riffs! Since he had no amp around, they weren't very loud, but the high pitched twanging of strings was enough to annoy the potential customers outside the store! It wouldn't be too long before an employee would eventually make his way outside to talk to the devil. "Sir! SIR! Stop that for a moment!" The guitar's strumming would suddenly end, as the man had Satan's attention. "Can I help you little man?"
The employee would swallow hard before declaring, "We have rules around here sir! Loitering is considered a crime you know!" The eight foot tall behemoth of a man would give a hardy chuckle "HAHAHAHA! What the hell are you going to do about it?" The employee gave a look of visible anger as he marched back inside the store.
Apparently, the store had contacted the police, as there was a call over all police and hero commlines. "Attention, any available units in the Tatooin District. We have a minor disturbance outside the 6-Twelve on Oilwood street, sources say a loiterer. The suspect is large, and has a devil-like appearance."
