A Quick Stop in Wrath | By : trampstamptranz Category: +G through L > Helluva Boss Views: 2521 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Quick Stop
If it was one thing that pissed Verosika Mayday off, it was– well it was Blitzo, since, after clearly running his own funds dry on a spending spree of sorts, ran off with her card.
But if it was one place that pissed Verosika Mayday off, it was the Wrath ring. Dirt, in all its earthy brown, crumbly ugliness, stretched out into the distance as far as her horny eyes could see, with the occasional cactus emerging from a slightly hilly portion of the blank canvas. God, it made her want to puke. At least with her vomit covering the ground, there’d be something interesting to look at.
“If I ever catch that half-dicked motherfucker I’ll–”
The nothingness halted. To the west, the succubus noticed, was a building. She didn’t know these living, breathing displays of the dangers of incest could construct permanent edifices. But there one was. It was two stories, and looked about as quaint as the middle of a tornado. There was no way those walls kept out the heat of this forsaken place.
Verosika, riding Tex’s chopper, rumbled off in the direction of the house. As she approached, it became apparent that it was a ranch: Hell Boars and various dumb Bovine looking demons were scattered about in their pens, rolling in the bubbling mud.
But, hey, if there were animals, there was food. If there was food, and Blitzo had stumbled upon this place, he’d be stashed away somewhere for sure.
Before the pop star could hop off her chopper, a figure approached her from behind the house. As it approached, she could tell they were wearing a flannel shirt that once had sleeves and a very short pair of jean shorts. Verosika thought that maybe if she’d been unfortunate enough to have grown up down here, she’d look a bit like the girl now standing before her.
Now that the two were face to face, the imp’s features were… quite distinct. There was, of course, the stark, white scar that ran down her right eye. This matched the other frosty, white features on the girl’s body, like the arrow-shaped stripes on her tall horns and the pool of white hair on the top of her head in the ocean of normal imp-black hair. Speaking of hair, it was pulled into a loose ponytail, and kept further out of the girl’s face by a bandana the color of her skin
Verosika, a demon of very little internal monologue, could think of only two words to describe this girl.
Fucking Sexy
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