Kneeding his forehead, The death lord tried to figure how to break what he was saying into smaller words. "Ya gotta be a hero alright? Only those who do great things get there little slice of "heaven" as you'd call it."
as they came closer. it became obvious that the objects were sharpened bones and the were falling fast.
"yeaaaaaah, you don't get inta the luxury flat by not punching a baby down a flight of stairs. you gotta do something big ya know, a little wow."
Hades was laughing so hard he could barely breath "oh, oh kronos, wow. I mean geez are you dense. They all come here. christans, jews, muslims, vikings, hippies, athiests, old gods...I think you can see where I'm going with this."
several objects began to fall from the sky.
Hades broke into a rolling laugh "Diet? this sap is down right boulimic.
Hades shrugged and slapped demyx with a condecending smile "Come on kid, Everyone dies not just evil knevels. If ya die you end up down there, nuff said."
Hades looked at braxen with an amused expression at demyx's remark. "Hey brax, we have our diffrences, but let's teach this mullet head a lesson?"
Brow furrowed hades relight himself into a towering inferno. ooc: That's why I asked for him.
Hades flames began to smolder. "what can I say. When you get fired what else can ya do?"
the kicked only turned a portion of himself into smoke. "Hate ta break it to ya kid, but that is what a god is."
"um........nope"
"What? I don't ask for much, all I ask of you is to scream." the deities grin could not be more grotesque.
the laugh morphed into and echoing voice. "of course I can. A more proper statment should have been "You don't wanna hide forever!""
an incredolus laughed echoed though the streets.
ooc: a deal with the devil? sounds so familiar. "Yeah, but since this little contest started everyone is doing my job for me. Of course as any enterprising god like myself, I decided to find some leftover work."
ooc: you'd be amazed how creative he can become. less talk more fight. oh noez mixt he has discovered your secret! *panics*
and he responded. problem solved.
a toxic smoke began to incircle demyx, a familiar smoke. "well well, if it isn't the little drummer boy."
isn't he offline right now?
