//2 Days till the yearly extermination//
//Location: Unknown, Hell//
"Your grace, your will has been done, the construction is completed" a robed demon said as she kneeled in a throne room.
"Good, now for preparation, our time will come but till then we should preserve our people" a shadowy figure said sitting atop a guilded throne.
"Yes your grace, I will inform the others" the kneeling demon said before taking her leave with purpose filled strides.
The throne dweller leaned forward with an air of contemplation.
"Hmmm… I need to finish my more 'permanent' solution, next extermination is only in a couple days… the perfect opportunity for another test…" he muttered with his drawn out and deep voice that was being thinly muffled.
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//Elsewhere in Hell//
"The End Is Nigh!" A decrepit sinner shouted as he stumbled across the streets in his drunken stupor. He had a lizard like appearance, his skin was dry, scaled and peeling in patches.
This lizard demon was fresh in hell having only been here for a few weeks. He found out about the one sided slaughter from some bozo and decided he'd rather go out the same way he lived, drunk off his ass with a gin in his hand.
"The end is not nigh dear friend…" a cheery voice said from behind the poor soul.
The lizard spun, spilling some of his booze as he did, about to speak but was quickly interrupted.
"The lord can protect you, as he does me" the cheery voice was now revealed to be a blindfolded smiling female sinner in a white robe.
The drunkerd looked her up and down observing her features. He was ticked he couldn't even see a fine piece of ass before he died on account of the robe. Despite the robe he could see her figure was very… feminine, and her face was definitely not bad.
He took a swig of his bottle and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, "I'll hear you out toots, after I get to see what's under the robe".
"The Lord forbids disrobing if not on 'consecrated' ground, especially if observed by a non follower" the lady responded, her smile turning to that of a teasing harrumph.
The drunk was absolutely confused, "so what if your boss says no, he ain't here so you can show the goods right?" He said as he took another swig.
She gently shakes her head and shows a toothy grin, "nope, my lord is always watching and protecting me, so I can't reveal myself…"
She struck her fist down on her palm in mock realisation, "I know! you can see it if you join us, you also won't die a bitch death like you were planning to".
The drunk spat out his drink, wiping his mouth as he said "hey, who you callin' a bitch you bitch!"
"Just come on! You got nothing to lose and eternity to gain so may as well right" she said as she leaned over to him deviously, her blindfold so close to his face as if she was looking him straight in the eyes.
"Tch! What the hell, not like I wanna die twice, so where we headed, and I better get to play some grab ass too" he said now on board with her plot.
She gently took his hand and began leading him "we're going to…"
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A large speaker arrangement that hovered above the gated entrance to the city said. The city was surrounded by a giant stone wall with only one colossal gate.
After he got in the lizard demon was so confused, this place looked modern and crisp in a way that was completely out of place in hell. The walls of buildings seemed to be made of marble with many large glass windows. Each building was in its own odd shape, some were domes while some were just a squiggle. Sinners walked the streets scantily clad in white cloth that dangled on their skin, they were reminiscent of Greek Togas.
The sinners seemed to be carrying shopping bags or other items you would get from a leisurely trip or activity. The best way the lizard sinner could describe it was Los Angeles meets minimalism…
It made very little sense.
"Come on slowpoke, can't leave the lord waiting" said the lady guiding him. They walked through the city and he stood out like a sore thumb. His stained and torn black suit stood out and his slimy red scales made it no better.
She marched through the city as he followed behind looking around suspiciously and bewildered. Is hell really all a shithole if places like this exist? He was new to hell so the whiplash from where he landed to here was astonishing.
After a leisurely walk, they stopped at a large cathedral. It's front had steps leading up to a set of double doors larger than the adjacent buildings, standing at around 50 feet(15 meters).
As they walked up the steps the doors began to open.
The doors let in light, showing countless textile tapestries hung as banners across the walls. Down the centre was a wide purple carpet that led towards an empty throne. Either side of the carpet were rows of columns holding up the glass ceiling.
The lady, despite blindfolded, walked directly down the center and stopped in the middle of the room and kneeled. The lizard man was a skittish and lingered by the doors just watching the lady.
"[You're welcome to come in, I don't believe in glancing judgements]"
"WHAT THE FUCK!!??" The lizard man screamed at the disembodied voice. He looked around the room to see where it came from.
"[No need to fear, I won't attack unprovoked, and in the future refrain from cursing in my city]" the disembodied voice said, it held a tone of care yet firmness, like a father disciplining there child.
The lizard man trembled and slowly walked in and stopped behind the lady who was still kneeling.
From the countless tapestries on the wall behind the empty throne emerged a man who appeared to form from the fabric. Now in the red tinted sky light his visage was apparent.
He was bound in velvety, white fabric. His face seemed loosely veiled by a white cloth till you noticed it tightened and clung to his eye sockets with his glowing red eyeballs beneath, it was his skin. His head was ordained with a simplistic crown that showed superiority yet also somehow humble relatability.
He wore a white robe with intricate golden embroidery all across it giving it a gentle sheen. The robe stretched to the floor obscuring his body for the most part.
He stood infront of the throne for a second before walking towards the kneeling lady.
"You may rise Amily, I am not someone to force respect" he said as he gave the female sinner a hand up. He eclipsed her standing at 9 feet to her 6'6".
"Yes your grace" she said with a slight smile as she stood.
The cloth man turned to the lizard, "I am Calico Vestimentum... and Overlord..."
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Author:
Just wanted to get an oc out tbh.
Will update when I have time.
K bye 👋