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Slowly, Carnelian and Young joined in the laughter, but your grandmother's laugh sounded more forced due to her nervousness.
The Nosferatu twins joined in later as a sort of respectful, hissing chuckle. The Zombie Prince made a noise that could've been perceived as a laugh, and you chose to believe as such. When you looked up to see if anyone else was laughing, your attention caught on a group of three people who you hadn’t paid much attention to before.
They were all standing where the Green Knight had been when he opened the back doors, and all three of them looked a little shady.
The one furthest to the left was dressed in an all-black ensemble that seemed to be inspired by Victorian era clothing. He wore a black coat, fraying at the edges, a pair black trousers and muddy boots, a tricorne hat and a band of dark cloth covering the lower half of his face.
Furthest to the right was a red-feathered harpy with opulent jewelry covering her arms and legs, and a skintight bodysuit over her torso.
And standing in the middle of them was a bulky, cloaked figure with a helmet that had a skull motif. The outfit didn't scare you at all, but there was something else about them that worried you.
On your way here, you began to notice the faint aura of ‘negative energy’ around the dino birds that Young told you about, as well as the aura that surrounded the zombies lurking around outside.
The same, faint aura permeated the Nosferatu twins and the Zombie Prince, signifying their undead nature. But none of these guys could hold a handle to the bad mojo that the guy in the middle was pumping out. Even Ben was looking at him funny, for some reason.
<span class="mu-g">“Do you wanna know what <span class="mu-i">I</span> think, ‘Slayer’?”</span> Delphyne said.
You turned to look at her, only to be met by a flash from her phone. You blinked in confusion, and she gave you a devious grin.
<span class="mu-g">“I think you look cute in those clothes.”</span>
You stared for a moment, before allowing yourself to take the compliment at face value.
<span class="mu-s">“Thanks. And, might I say, <span class="mu-i">you</span> are ‘Slaying’ that outfit.”</span> you said with a wink.
Delphyne preened upon receiving your praise.
<span class="mu-g">“Thanks, I thought it might be too much for a stuffy old council meeting like this, but then I thought ‘Hey, it's not every day you get to meet a prophetic demon child’. So, what the hell, you know?”</span>
Your smile slipped ever so slightly at that, but you didn't think that Delphyne actually noticed.
<span class="mu-g">“And you. Who does your hair?”</span> she asked, pointing at Ana.
Anastasia raised an eyebrow.
<span class="mu-g">“Me? I do my own hair.”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“You're so lucky to have normal human hair. My hairstyling options are pretty limited because, well…you know.”</span>
She gestured at her writhing mane of snakes, and Ana stared at them in awe.
<span class="mu-g">"I will do your hair if you agree to spar with me after this."</span> she declared.
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