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With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Fourteen)

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I checked an American government website, and a lot of states appear to let anyone who's finished their sentence vote in federal elections. Surprised me, actually.

As I recall, a century ago very few states allowed felons to vote, but that's been slowly changing ever since, mostly since the Civil Rights movement and mostly by ballot measure.
 
I smile. Not everyone got their sentences commuted to nothing, but everyone I've been working with is now free. Even if they're going to keep working for the League for the moment. And even with all the damage still to undo… I'm feeling optimistic.

It's always good to see someone turn their life around, esp. if you've been helping them.
 
"Um…"

Did..? He..?

love it. ESPECIALLY because everything is moving to Greece, where Heph would eventually return. i would fucking love to see some kind of Heph/Atom conflict or merging or whatever else. keep boosting that global Hellenism.

I'm deeply sorry for not being able to follow through on my end of our deal properly right away."

anyone want to give me a quick TL;DR of why this is such an enormous deal? Abra helped, is now free...? things are still generally fucked up so it's not exactly Paul's fault that he can't deliver on whatever part of the deal is getting violated.

I'm feeling optimistic.

so am i. congrats Zoat, you've/Paul's got carte blanche to rewrite the cultural and economic development of Earth. please don't fuck it up, as i'm genuinely curious to see what the new hierarchy of the world becomes.
 
anyone want to give me a quick TL;DR of why this is such an enormous deal? Abra helped, is now free...? things are still generally fucked up so it's not exactly Paul's fault that he can't deliver on whatever part of the deal is getting violated.

abra came back in time to learn magic, ended up getting frustrated because Atlantis didn't allow visitors at the time and assumed Zatara was fake, so ended up a supervillain. Paul got him to turn himself in in exchange for getting him into Atlantis to learn magic, which he can't do now because Atlantis isn't allowing visitors… again
 
Earth 12

23rd September 2039
19:27 GMT -5


Terrence looks at me curiously. "Do you wanna explain to me why two of the richest guys in Gotham are meeting at a low-rent diner?"

"The food." / "Privacy."

I pull a sonic scrambler out of my coat, prompting Mr. Wayne to roll his eyes and tap his cane against the floor. The sound around us quietens and distorts as his scrambler activates. I shrug and return mine to my coat.

"The food? Seriously?"

"Restaurants are a case of diminishing returns. A meal that costs two hundred-. No, wait, inflation. A meal that costs two thousand dollars isn't a hundred times better than one that costs twenty."

Terrence blinks, most likely at the idea of a two thousand dollar meal. "How much better is it?"

I flick my eyebrows up for a moment. "Somewhere between point eight and three, in my experience. Mister Wayne?"

He glowers at me. Honestly, I'm not sure that he doesn't just glower at everyone and everything these days. "Why are you defending Cuvier?"

"Because I agree with most of what he's said and done, and I don't want him getting railroaded. The case against him is actually very weak. Frankly, it looks to me like the only reason it could have worked was because the District Attorney had his assets frozen to prevent him hiring a lawyer."

Terrence looks like he wants to say something, while Mister Wayne is continuing to stare at me.

"Mister McGinnis? Something you want to ask?"

"Point eight? So it's worse?"

"And just like that, I find out that everything I'd been told about the American education system is wrong. Yes, Mister McGinnis. It turns out that preening prima donna chefs can achieve levels of mediocrity with things that are weird and expensive but don't actually taste nice that a place like this-"

I look up and smile at the server as he hands us menus.

"Thank you. -wouldn't bother trying."

"They have paper menus? Guess you two aren't the oldest things here."

"No, this is deliberately retro. They switched to… Ordering on smart phone back in…" Ah… "Twenty-twenty-seven? Gosh, only twelve years ago. But it turned out that they got more customers with the added social interaction so went back to physical menus." I open my menu. "I certainly prefer it."

Mr. Wayne grunts, laying his menu on the table and opening it. I think the arthritis is getting to his hands. Just a little, but it's one of the things I've been looking for in myself. And the eternal question of whether it's worth trying something… No. When it becomes worth trying something radical.

"So were you ever a superhero?"

"I wore a costume for about five minutes. I've used the odd piece of exotic technology-. You saw that rod I used?" He nods. "But I never had the drive to get really into it."

"I heard you were on the Justice League. What was that like?"

Mr. Wayne glowers harder.

"At the time, the Justice League let just about anyone join up." I try making eye contact with Mr. Wayne, but he makes a point of studying the menu. "They've gone back to the small-team version now, haven't they?"

"Cheeseburger. Coffee."

"Regular burger, regular fries, large banana milkshake."

Terrence blinks. "Wait, are we actually eating? I thought both of you were gunna glare at each other for a couple of minutes and then storm off."

I shake my head. "We're both too old for that sort of thing."

"Speak for yourself."

"Combo-meal for me, I guess. Did you mean they let you in 'cause they let anyone in?"

"No, they let me in as a consultant because a parallel universe version of me beat up six of the founding seven in a fight and they thought I might have useful strategic input."

Mr. Wayne's back to glowering at me. "How did you find out about that? You shouldn't have had access to those files."

"You should have been nicer to Michael." He grimaces. "Oh, don't look like that. It took some work, but I made him a far more effective hero than he was before."

"I should track him down just so I can discipline him for violating security."

Terrence blinks. "Michael..?"

Smiles politely. "Booster Gold."

Terrence smiles back, looking genuinely pleased. "Oh yeah. I had a tonne of his merch when I was a kid." Mister Wayne hunches his shoulders in distaste. "So which one couldn't he beat?"

"Hm."

Terrence's eyes widen while a very small amount of smugness enters Mr. Wayne's expression.

"Seriously?"

"Oh, don't be too impressed. He realised that the mission profile was stupid and didn't take part. Which is actually relevant to what's happening with this case. Given all the other crimes happening in Gotham, why did you prioritise people volunteering for cosmetic genetic modifications?"

"When he turned me into a man-bat it didn't sure feel cosmetic."

"You were an intruder, not a patient. Ah. Hm. Actually, you should pay a visit to my clinic. We've got specialists in the process who can make sure that the 'cure' worked properly, if you have any concerns."

Mr. Wayne's eyes narrow. "I already cleared him."

"Did you test a semen sample?"

Terrence looks concerned. "Ah, what?"

"Barbara and I waited to have children because splicing can modify the genetics of your gametes. Splicing and splicing reversal is supposed to be undertaken in a medical facility where they can check that everything is working properly. You don't look like a bat, but… Ten years from now, if your newborn baby comes out with claws and wings-."

Terrence jerks his head towards Mr. Wayne. "I think maybe I should get checked out."

"It's not a complicated test. I'll give you a cup when we get back to the cave."

"How's a cup gunna test-?" Mr. Wayne glowers at him. "Oh. I shoulda stayed a bat."

"But getting back to the main question?" Terrence gives me his attention, though I note that he squirms a little in his seat. "You were concerned about illegality in the clinic and so you broke in to steal data. You broke the law."

"Because-."

"There was no smoking gun. If he'd had test subjects chained up in the basement or something then you would be in the right. He didn't. He was doing something that had been perfectly legal before District Attorney Young decided on the basis of what our initial discovery requests seem to show was pure personal prejudice and nothing that could be called good statistical evidence that it should be illegal. And that isn't his job and he broke the law with how he had his wife carry out his decision. If you're going to be a superhero you need to consider what government officials tell you with a degree more scepticism, because they aren't above breaking the law either, and they can hurt a lot of people when they do."

"Gordon wouldn't break the law."

I shake my head. "That's for the jury to decide."
And now the episode epilogue happens when terry is still young joy
 
Random thought, how did Eris target the pie at the un-trackable Paul?
 
Correction: Canada was and is a civil rights movement. America was and is an UNcivil rights movement. They fought a big war for independence, we got independence by asking nicely.
Canada is the follow-up movement riding the coattails of America's success. Asking nicely wouldn't have worked if we hadn't done it first.
 
I smile. Not everyone got their sentences commuted to nothing, but everyone I've been working with is now free. Even if they're going to keep working for the League for the moment. And even with all the damage still to undo… I'm feeling optimistic.
Oh, dear, now I'm wondering if I should be expecting the other shoe to drop.

As a British person, I regard America as a civil rights movement.
... as an American, I can't exactly dispute that, but it's more like we're several different movements, some of which agree with each other to some degree.
 
Hellish Content (part 1)
Hellish Content

Day 1
12th March 2013
07:00 GMT


The small green mucus-covered demon in front of me cringes as I give… It? Him? My full attention.

"Thank you for coming in today, Blarg. I've just got a few questions for you, and then you can get back to whatever you usually do, alright?" Take Subordinate's Measure

I raise my eyebrows and smile pleasantly. Blarg cringes a little more. Not a lot, then.

"Blarg, at this stage in the proceedings, I'm not making any conclusions. I'm certainly not carrying out any decisions, which even if I had made them I would have to run by the First anyway. I'm simply gathering information. But if you don't give me the information I'm asking for quite politely, then I am going to use your battered remains as a lesson to the next demon I speak to that I do actually expect answers."

I paid for lawyers and magicians. The contract was drafted and redrafted, the First arguing very little. The only real point of contention was that I wanted to only take possession of the book once my side was completed where he -for whatever reason- wanted me to take it from the start. Some sort of obligation ritual component, I suppose. And… I signed, and my nature… Set An Example.

He only gets a month, and no trickery can be used to make that month longer than the least of all the places it could be a month in. I'm obliged to do my best, but… I'm a long-term planner. Ultimately, if I create the best plan and it isn't a plan that can be implemented within a month, that's his problem. Like a sales consultant who recommends a new sales technique, if the salespeople won't use it, that's their managers' problem.

And the First doesn't bother keeping precise records I could just ring-scan or use divine power to intuit.

"YyyesLord."

"So. What do you do? In your own words."

"I'm a Slime Demon, Lord."

"Y-. Yes, that's what you are. I'm asking what you do."

"Slime, Lord. I do.. slime."

"I wasn't aware that slime had any particular spiritual presence."

"It adds ambience, Lord. And things stick to it."

"Corporeal things, or..?"

"Thoughts. Feelings. Little fragments of self left behind."

"And you subsist on that?"

It… 'Shrugs'. "It's a living, Lord."

This is… Literally, a bottom-feeder. Excellent! Or-. Ugh.

I went into this agreement intending to fulfil it while at the same time helping Hell as little as possible. But… Now that I'm here, the same sort of thing that drove me to order the digging of a network of canals across the continent of Africa in order to make the place more navigable means that I'm… Really interested. In the ecosystem, in the people, in the magic systems, everything. And while my contract means that I can't use further resources other than myself and my personal equipment, I saw the way Sunset was looking at it. The Alicorn of Magic is interested, too.

"What proportion of your time would you say you spent on Earth? Or-." I fan out my hands, shaking my head. "Or anywhere else in the mortal universe."

"Um." Five eyes blink at me uncertainly. "I have been on Earth…"

I nod encouragingly. "Good."

"As a proportion, it's not very much. It was more in the beginning, but after Crulk had his.. fall from grace I've… Most senior demons have their own pools of spies to draw on, and they don't like bringing in less reliable outside help."

"So you're a spy?"

"I have spied. It's more of a default thing than… Something I'm good at. I'm not really good at… Much. But I don't need much spiritual power to keep going, to stay on Earth, and… Who really notices slime?"

"So… Crulk was your former employer, and he would arrange for you to be sent to Earth and put into positions he wanted observed. You would absorb ambient power to feed and report anything significant you observed."

"That's the size of it, Lord. And tried not to get set on fire."

"Did that happen a great deal?"

"Slime isn't all that mobile, Lord. If a fire happened there wasn't much I could do about it. And it's a pretty good purgative. If someone couldn't do spells to purify a place, a little fire would do the job. And modern cleaning agents can be nasty."

"Personal experience, or..?"

"Sort of, Lord, sort of. Leave a little bit of me in Hell, so if my body gets destroyed I can recover. Eventually. With what my slime absorbs."

"Hm." I nod approvingly. "So you do little with even less. Efficient. I approve."

"You… Do?"

"Frankly, yes. Take.. Nergal, for example. A powerful lord… Undone by a mortal wizard a fraction as powerful as he was. You on the other hand have a tiny fraction of his power, and yet you fulfil a useful role as an observer. Tell me, do mortals ever summon demons like you?"

"Hardly ever, and then it's mostly by accident."

"By accident? So they don't bind you?"

"Bind me against doing what, Lord? I'm a Slime Demon. Even if I got down their throats, they could just cough me up. And that would be really hard."

"Do Slime Demons go through with a lot of summonings?"

"I don't know. But there are usually a couple of others who go through when I do, so I'd guess so."

A plan occurs. Have standardised no-obligation summoning rituals. Whatever the terms are, sneak a few Slime Demons through. Yes or no, the main demon does its things or comes home and the Slime Demons hang around.

Though that's inefficient. It would be better to have secretaries listen to requests and match summoner with an appropriate demon. No sense in getting someone important involved if the summoner isn't going to be able to make a big enough…

Sacrifice.

Ah.

Okay. It's true, but… I mean, if they were going to sacrifice something anyway, all I'm really doing is preventing them from making more trouble.

"Thank you, Blarg, you're being quite helpful. One final question. What do you want out of existence?"

"Existence, Lord."

"Yes, what do you want out of it?"

"Existence, Lord. To continue to exist. There are a lot of Slime Demons and we're all very easy to destroy if something powerful turns its attention our way. I don't want to be destroyed."

"A reasonable desire, but have you ever considered..? Anything more..?"

"A dark hole no one else can go in would be nice."

Which ties back into the 'existence' thing. Yes, demons like this aren't going to really threaten the material world. I might be able to build something with them.

"Thank you, Blarg. That will be all. Please send in the next interviewee on your way out."
 
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It seems like minor Demons like Blarg could actually be extremely valuable (to their summoners if not the wider society) as a replacement for the basic labor that requires human intelligence and communication but not much else. I am imagining major corporations replacing their customer service and database management staff with a horde of Slime Demons.
 

So is this Renegades adventures before he met the First?

"Blarg, at this stage in the preceding, I'm not making any conclusions. I'm certainly not carrying out any decisions, which even if I had made them I would have to run by the First anyway

Hmm, looks like it isn't.

"I wasn't aware that smile had any particular spiritual presence

"slime"

I mean I guess it can be used in magical rituals and alchemy.

It adds ambience, Lord. And things stick to it."

Maybe it can be used to trap souls.

The Alicorn of Magic is interested, too.

Well Hell was created in a place that's kinda adjacent to nothingness by a being that has a close connection to a universal level cosmic being, so of course it'd be interesting.

Who really notices slime?"

Fair point.

me, do mortal ever summon

"mortals"

"Thank you, Blarg, you're being quite helpful. One final question. What do you want out of existence?"

"Existence, Lord

Well when you live in Hell I guess staying alive is a major accomplishment.

And depressingly that can also apply to a lot of places on Earth.
 
It seems like minor Demons like Blarg could actually be extremely valuable (to their summoners if not the wider society) as a replacement for the basic labor that requires human intelligence and communication but not much else. I am imagining major corporations replacing their customer service and database management staff with a horde of Slime Demons.

I'm reminded of an urban fantasy story where zombies were used as cheap manual labor.

I can see slime demons potentially being used as maybe cleaning agents.

If they can crawl through spaces and absorb filth then that's one use.
 
Hellish Content

Day 1
12th March 2013
07:00 GMT


The small green mucus-covered demon in front of me cringes as I give… It? Him? My full attention.

"Thank you for coming in today, Blarg. I've just got a few questions for you, and then you can get back to whatever you usually do, alright?" Take Subordinate's Measure
A measure that's likely to be very small. I see the Renegade is taking his consultancy seriously, at least. Hopefully he negotiated his contract very carefully. The First is the sort to seize on any small mistake to mess with someone...

I raise my eyebrows and smile pleasantly. Blarg cringes a little more. Not a lot, then.

"Blarg, at this stage in the preceding, I'm not making any conclusions. I'm certainly not carrying out any decisions, which even if I had made them I would have to run by the First anyway. I'm simply gathering information. But if you don't give me the information I'm asking for quite politely, then I am going to use your battered remains as a lesson to the next demon I speak to that I do actually expect answers."
In other words, the little guy is so terrified that it can't even speak. Off to a great start.

I paid for lawyers and magicians. The contract was drafted and redrafted, the First arguing very little. The only real point of contention was that I wanted to only take possession of the book once my side was completed where he -for whatever reason- wanted me to take it from the start. Some sort of obligation ritual component, I suppose. And… I signed, and my nature… Set An Example.
An odd choice. I can't imagine he's forgotten why he agreed to this, so... Why delay the ability to do it?

He only gets a month, and no trickery can be used to make that month longer than the least of all the places it could be a month in. I'm obliged to do my best, but… I'm a long-term planner. Ultimately, if I create the best plan and it isn't a plan that can be implemented within a month, that's his problem. Like a sales consultant who recommends a new sales technique, if the salespeople won't use it, that's their managers' problem.

And the First doesn't bother keeping precise records I could just ring-scan or use divine power to intuit.
...Okay, a month isn't that bad. and if the Renegade can't make some improvements in a month, then he should just retire now.

"YyyesLord."

"So. What do you do? In your own words."
Whatever it is, I suspect it's nothing impressive.

"I'm a Slime Demon, Lord."

"Y-. Yes, that's what you are. I'm asking what you do."
I suspect for one as simple as this one, name and function are one and the same.

"Slime, lord. I do.. slime."

"I wasn't aware that slime had any particular spiritual presence."
You'd think that... Then you see ooze-girls...

"It adds ambience, Lord. And things stick to it."

"Corporeal things, or..?"
So, set dressing, among other things. The sort of thing I'd expect in the realm of Dreams, rather than Hell.

"Thoughts. Feelings. Little fragments of self left behind."

"And you subsist on that?"
...That actually sounds useful. After all, who thinks about the traces they leave around them every moment, the tiny flakes of skin we don;'t even notice we shed...

It… 'Shrugs'. "It's a living, Lord."

This is… Literally, a bottom-feeder. Excellent! Or-. Ugh.
...Just imagine the uses for such discarded nothings.

I went into this agreement intending to fulfil it while at the same time helping Hell as little as possible. But… Now that I'm here, the same sort of thing that drove me to order the digging of a network on canals across the continent of Africa in order to make the place more navigable means that I'm… Really interested. In the ecosystem, in the people, in the magic systems, everything. And while my contract means that I can't use further resources other than myself and my personal equipment, I saw the way Sunset was looking at it. The Alicorn of Magic is interested, too.
An entire arcane realm to poke around in and study? Why would she not be interested?

"What proportion of your time would you say you spent on Earth? Or-." I fan out my hands, shaking my head. "Or anywhere else in the mortal universe."

"Um." Five eyes blink at me uncertainly. "I have been on Earth…"
Since Hell technically extends everywhere all at once. It's just that we never see any bits of it beyond Earth's part.

I nod encouragingly. "Good."

"As a proportion, it's not very much. It was more in the beginning, but after Crulk had his.. fall from grace I've… Most senior demons have their own pools of spies to draw on, and they don't like bringing in less reliable outside help."
Especially something as... I hate to say pathetic, but...

"So you're a spy?"

"I have spied. It's more of a default thing than… Something I'm good at. I'm not really good at… Much. But I don't need much spiritual power to keep going, to stay on Earth, and… Who really notices slime?"
...On the other hand, who would pay attention to it? Even the most suspicious demon would go 'get away from me, you whelp.'

"So… Crulk was your former employer, and he would arrange for you to be sent to Earth and put into positions he wanted observed. You would absorb ambient power to feed and report anything significant you observed."

"That's the size of it, Lord. And tried not to get set on fire."
Well, depending on the composition of the slime, that could be a risk. Something oily and flammable...

"Did that happen a great deal?"

"Slime isn't all that mobile, Lord. If a fire happened there wasn't much I could do about it. And it's a pretty good purgative. If someone couldn't do spells to purify a place, a little fire would do the job. And modern cleaning agents can be nasty."
Heh. I love that that's a concern for him. How his slime would react with bleach, or drain cleaner, or any number of cleaning agents.

"Personal experience, or..?"

"Sort of, Lord, sort of. Leave a little bit of me in Hell, so if my body gets destroyed I can recover. Eventually. With what my smile absorbs."
Smart guy. This is the kind of demon you want to talk to, the ones who survive through thick and thin.

"Hm." I nod approvingly. "So you do little with even less. Efficient. I approve."

"You… Do?"
Maximum profit for minimum effort. Quite clever indeed.

"Frankly, yes. Take.. Nergal, for example. A powerful lord… Undone by a mortal wizard a fraction as powerful as he was. You on the other hand have a tiny fraction of his power, and yet you fulfil a useful role as an observer. Tell me, do mortal ever summon demons like you?"

"Hardly ever, and then it's mostly by accident."
I suspect uttering Constantine's name could trigger a panic... Smart to avoid it.

"By accident? So they don't bind you?"

"Bind me against doing what, Lord? I'm a Slime Demon. Even if I got down their throats, they could just cough me up. And that would be really hard."
So he avoids peril by being such a non-threat no-one would want to bother.

"Do Slime Demons go through with a lot of summonings?"

"I don't know. But there are usually a couple of others who go through when I do, so I'd guess so."
Heh. Just pulled through by accident, eh? Well, they are the kind that rely on quantity, not quality.

A plan occurs. Have standardised no-obligation summoning rituals. Whatever the terms are, sneak a few Slime Demons through. Yes or no, the main demon does its things or comes home and the Slime Demons hang around.

Though that's inefficient. It would be better to have secretaries listen to requests and match summoner with an appropriate demon. No sense in getting someone important involved if the summoner isn't going to be able to make a big enough…
Ah, right. Gotta pay to play, and in this game...

Sacrifice.

Ah.

Okay. It's true, but… I mean, if they were going to sacrifice something anyway, all I'm really doing is preventing them from making more trouble.
As long as there are conditions about what level of sacrifice gets you. Discouraging human sacrifice might sound like a nice idea to implement, but I suspect some stronger demons would baulk at agreeing to it...

"Thank you, Blarg, you're being quite helpful. One final question. What do you want out of existence?"

"Existence, Lord."
For someone this weak, just existing is probably a fine reward.

"Yes, what do you want out of it?"

"Existence, Lord. To continue to exist. There are a lot of Slime Demons and we're all very easy to destroy if something powerful turns its attention our way. I don't want to be destroyed."
Survival. A fine drive.

"A reasonable desire, but have you ever considered..? Anything more..?"

"A dark hole no one else can go in would be nice."
...Tempted to post the 'this is my hole' meme, but too much trouble to find it. :rolleyes:

Which ties back into the 'existence' thing. Yes, demons like this aren't going to really threaten the material world. I might be able to build something with them.

"Thank you, Blarg. That will be all. Please send in the next interviewee on your way out."
Interesting idea. Use the weakest to overthrow the strong. Or at least inconvenience them.

So, looks like this episode will focus on the Renegade giving Hell a once-over and implementing some improvements, huh. I suppose part of the contract states that he has to leave the place better off than he started, so no half-assing the job even if his godly nature didn't demand it be done well. Just a matter of whether that'll be good for everyone else or not.
 
So is this Renegades adventures before he met the First?
Unless I've got the dates wrong it's several days after.
Thank you, corrected.
Maybe it can be used to trap souls.
Technically, that's a thing that can happen. In practice it's far too weak.
That text color needs to be fixed.
Thank you, corrected.
and the next is missing only a u.
Sadly, this forum doesn't recognise English English in tags.
Me said:
Blarg, at this stage in the preceding
With what my smile absorbs.
Thank you, corrected.
Imagine slime demon baths becoming the next beauty fad. Take a dip in a slime girl and have your skin and pores deep cleaned and exfoliated.
Slime demons lack sexual characteristics, and would struggle to fake it convincingly.
 
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In other words, the little guy is so terrified that it can't even speak. Off to a great start

Probably because whenever a more powerful bring is with a less powerful being in Hell then that means the more powerful being wants to hurt the less powerful one.

That actually sounds useful. After all, who thinks about the traces they leave around them every moment, the tiny flakes of skin we don;'t even notice we shed...

I can now see demonologists, necromancers and other assorted mystical miscreants summoning these things to clean up their previous bases of operation so that any sort of hunters or more noble mystics can't trace them.

A positive way for them to use their powers could be by cleaning up particularly nasty places that may have a lot of negative energy, like concentration camps or gulags.
 
Leonard Snart? He's the guy he got his cold tech from.
That wasn't who I was referring to, but yeah, that's definitely a guy he worked with that I had forgotten about.
I'm… Really interested. In the ecosystem, in the people, in the magic systems, everything.
That makes at least two of us!
Leave a little bit of me in Hell, so if my body gets destroyed I can recover.
I was under the impression that demons just got to naturally respawn in Hell if they died outside, unless killed by theurgy or somesuch. Do they normally leave a bit behind or do Slime Demons do this because they're so weak? If the latter, does that make them resistant to normal demon-killing methods? It would fit with the desire to survive.
Though that still leaves the bath option available.

Spas often boast that they can take away stress, and maybe demon slime baths can literally take it away.
Reminds me of the Overlord light novels.
 

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