☾ Zestial ☽

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            The dragon looked between Zestial and the poor sinner, it was already a little tricky to balance on one leg and hold the sinner; since he had two legs and two wings after all, after a bit the dragon let out a snickering chirp and hopped into the air to throw the sinner in his mouth

@-_AC1D-TR1P_- **Zestial** felt the moment Hatchet slipped fully into feral instinct—
            the shadows trembled with the rush of predatory energy,
            the web tightening as the dragon’s thunderous form tore through the streets.
            
            Demons fled.
            Screams echoed.
            And every single one of them—without fail—
            was funneled straight toward him.
            
            He stood perfectly still in the center of the chaos, cloak pooling like living ink around his feet. One by one, the terrified sinners were driven into the shadowed circle before him, where Zestial’s darkness rose and snatched them silently—clean, precise, without a drop spilled.
            
            When the last shriek faded and the dust settled, Hatchet’s massive dragon form emerged from the smoke, clutching his prize—a trembling rabbit sinner—like a child proudly showing off a toy.
            
            Zestial’s four eyes glowed softly. Not mocking.
            Not condescending.
            **Approving.**
            
            *"You performed admirably,"* he said, his voice low and resonant, vibrating through the rubble Hatchet had smashed through. *"Controlled chaos… guided instinct… you understood the assignment perfectly."*
            
            He stepped closer, shadows retracting like obedient tendrils.
            
            *"Keep your rabbit,"* he allowed, tilting his hat in subtle amusement. *"You earned it."*
            
            His gaze lingered on the quivering sinner tucked in Hatchet’s claws.
            
            *"Besides…"* a thin smile formed, cold and ancient,
            *"it appears quite attached to you already."*
            
            He gestured with one long hand, the shadows bowing away from Hatchet like they recognized a fellow predator.
            
            *"Shall we continue the hunt? Or will you savor your… trophy first?"*

@ShadowOfAges 
            Hatchet enjoyed the hunt a lot, eventually catching on to the other overlords thing and deliberately driving the demons that direction. As it continued he went more Feral, ending up from walking on all fours to just turning into his full dragon form. Once it was done he did indeed keep one sinner for himself, a rabbit one of all choices.

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            Alastor glanced over his shoulder at the other demon, seeming pretty amused. “Oh I will” he assured him cheerfully “but yea, I suppose hell has grown rather boring as of late” he admitted to him. His attention focused ahead of them once again as he made his way towards cannibal town. “Subtle is no way to engage in amusements.” He informed him brightly. 

@_Antlers_ **Zestial** didn’t flinch at the display—didn’t blink, didn’t pause, didn’t even turn his head to follow the shadow’s violent work.
            He simply watched Alastor walk, the hum of jazz drifting through the smoke like a ghost of another era.
            
            His four eyes glowed faintly, focusing on the Radio Demon with the calm scrutiny of someone who has witnessed a thousand tyrants rise and fall.
            
            *"Your amusements remain… theatrical,"* he finally said, voice slow and ancient, each word dropping like a pebble into deep water.
            *"Though hardly subtle."*
            
            He stepped forward, the shadows parting around him like living curtains.
            
            *"Cannibal Town may be ‘delightful’ to you, Alastor…" *
            A ripple of shadow coiled behind him, faint and sharp like the pluck of a web.
            *"But every district has its own flavor of rot. Yours simply tastes… quaint."*
            
            He moved past the torn-apart sinner without even acknowledging the corpse, cloak brushing the ground with a whisper of silk and darkness.
            
            *"Still,"* he added, tone dropping to something almost conversational,
            *"I will indulge your choice of venue. It has been some time since Hell has offered anything… unexpected."*
            
            A faint, ancient smirk curved his lips.
            
            *"Lead on, Radio Demon. Show me what ‘delight’ looks like through your eyes."*

@ShadowOfAges 
            Alastor said nothing in response, seeming almost bored of the other overlords presence. His ear flicking as he made his way past the taller demon. He snapped his fingers, his shadow separating from him and flitting along the sidewalk until it managed to grab onto a fleeing demon, dragging them down to tear them apart. 
            
            He was using it as a simple show of power and a way to entertain himself on the walk. The deer starting to hum a tune to himself before there was a noise like a radio being turned on and the channel switched before soft jazz music started to play instead. “Oh I’m sure that they won’t regret hosting us, unlike the hovels you may visit, those of cannibal town are a delightful bunch.”

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            Same here! Hope you’re having a good day as well :3

@LuciGoosie290 :) that good hope you are having a good day

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            :3