Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170203204458/@comment-28358106-20170208212802

"Er, sort of a badge of office, kind of. It's like this," she leans against the bar, fiddling with her vinyl v-neck strap, "What a lot of people don't know is, a lot of lower-tier old-world demons were just creations made by the higher ones.  They took infernal essence and congealed it into a spirit, and then did the same for a body, then fused the two.  That's what Gabby and I were.  We were a gift to our old boss from his best friend, and were his bodyguards.  But some asshole kept busting into the castle and killing us, and every time he'd just retrieve our spirits from the infernal plane and resurrect us.  It happened six times!  By the time I came back the seventh time, the Maou had taken over, and things...changed.  A LOT.  For a while, things got worse." Slogra picks up the drink and sips it.