>>5629802>>5629895>>5629997>>5630043>>5630055>>5630091>>5630602>You've had a hankering for something in particular>you know a guy who knows a guy who works at the Dreg Heap"The Dreg Heap? That... disgusting place? I see you've made friends in, er, <span class="mu-i">certain places,</span> Gloomy."
The Succubus makes no attempt to hide her contempt for your destination. Not that she doesn't have a reason. The Dreg Heap is exactly as it sounds, a fathom of horrid refuse disappeared from the human world where only the sickening and depraved denizens of Limbo squat. Some act as custodians of the vast and treacherous grounds, keeping the spawn in line as well as prospecting among the junk for their own gain.
You came into contact with one of these custodians by chance, a friend of a friend of an acquaintance of a relative's second younger cousin three times removed and turned inside out, who you happened to make a mutually beneficial deal with. After a few favors you'd rather not think about at the moment, she's agreed to keep an eye out among the heap for anything that might be of interest to you, and lately she says she's come up with a certain surprise...
"Just so long as we don't stay for longer than needed, I'll forgive you for making me enter that horrible pit. A second time however... and I expect you to be willing to acquiesce to a good few demands."
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Past the urban gothic architecture, past the gloomy forests and overfull graveyards --where only those who wish they were deader than dead are buried-- lies the great yawning maw of the Dreg Heap. Just in front of the limits to the abhorrent depths sits a simple booth, where a lone custodian has squeezed inside to enjoy educational reading material from a selection of Circles below. A mass of appendages each wielding rueful axes of all different kinds shifts to peek its head out with a sharp, unnaturally widened grin.
"Ahh, there you are. I was wondering when you'd come to collect. And I see you've brought a lady friend..."
The Axe Mass, Headys, clicks the multiple tongues in her mouth at the sight of Jubilee, who scrunches her nose in disgust. The Succubus picks her feet off the ground once more as to not sully herself with its and its inhabitants' unsightliness.
"Too busy to grab your, eh, 'mail' these days, Blare? You've been a busy little Imp lately, haven't you. And that stench from the semen demon... Ahh, you'll only get busier I see. Lucky boy."
>I'm not here to chat, Headsman. Hand over what's mine, I've got other business to get to.>This is NOT whatever you have cooking in your head. Jubilee and I just have a mutual agreement is all!>Are you missing a few arms, Hedd? You must be getting sloppy, you ragged old hag.>Write-in 