>>5628692>>5628693>>5628703>>5628756>>5628773>>5628799>>5628802>>5628807>>5628808>>5628838>>5629044>Scout out the Sinner legion in Limbo.Jubilee sighs in disappointment, but accepts your choice with a smile. She picks her feet lazily off the ground, crossing her legs over one another as her wings flap to keep her floating beside you. Round and round she slowly circles, like a predator over prey.
"Oh alright... but if we end up with only sloppy seconds by the time we come back, I'm taking it out on you!"
Before you can protest or ask what that entails, the Succubus grabs you up and the two of you disappear in a whirlwind of cerulean fire.
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Black, white, and shades of grey. They call it Monochrome Hell for a reason, usually not very polite ones. In the First Circle of Hell, gothic meets visigothic, neo-pagans dance with paleo-pagans, and weird autistic freaks gather in their weird autistic cabals just like they did in the human world. The population up here is mostly Sinners, dead mortals that Saint Peter, the condescending prick, decided weren't up to snuff and barred from Heaven. These aren't even the scandalous kinds you find deeper in too. Minos should really start being more harsh with his judgements...
Being the shallowest Circle you'd think there'd be tons of demons trying to claw their way up Lucifer's Crater, but no demon without a True Name can reach the mortal realm on their own, and those that have them tend to have better things to do these days. Humans just aren't scared of Hell like they were back in the good ol' days. Maybe one day that'll change...
In another burst of color, you appear among the shadowy streets of Limbo. Some nearby Sinners scream and flee for their lack of lives --they must be new here-- while others look at the two of you with some interest. Jubilee sets you down, brushes you off, and whistles at you.
"Now that's a look... I still think Lust blue suits you better, but you did always look so tasty in stripes~"
She rolls her tongue in a growl and delivers a firm smack to your backside. Setting her cloven feet back down on the cracked concrete beneath you, she looks around at the seedy building scenery around you.
"Here we are, Gloomy. You wanted to come here, so I'm guessing you had something in mind? If you like, we can scratch your little itch before finding those naughty Sinners~"
>Like you said, let's take care of business first. Then we can move on to pleasure.>You didn't have anything in mind, but you're not going to let her know that. Take the lead and wander around, you'll probably run into something fun, right?>You've had a hankering for something in particular, and you know just the place to get it taken care of. [What do you do and/or where do you go?]>Write-in 