✎ You're an overlord! (As ironic as it sounds, you aren't Alastor.) ✎ CW: Mention of Blood, OOC, etc.

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The Pride Ring was in its usual repetitious state; similar havoc around every minute.

However, it was still music to your ears as you ambled along the sidewalk, the pitiful wails and bomb explosions acting as some entertaining 'melody' all around.

The sinners close by started backing away in fear, afraid by the mere sound of your breathing. It's ironic, really.

You neared a rather secluded area, a place that you normally went to for actual serenity, where no one would bother to follow you.

Well, it didn't mean that new sinners wouldn't show up either.

You heard a gasping noise, most likely in pain.

You followed the sound, then stumbling across a matured willow tree. An unfamiliar monitor-headed sinner was sitting right below it as he held onto dear life as the side and top of his head were succumbing to blood loss.

It’s a normal occurrence that most new sinners respawn in Hell with the same injury that caused their death, which was the case for this fella over here.

Besides that, the sinner looked... appealing in some way. Charming, almost.

His digital features were realistically presented on his screen, something that you never knew technology could achieve. His lemony turtleneck was overlapped by a dark collared vest which intrigued you the most. It made his chest appear more chiseled... as I was saying!

You cheerfully teleported yourself over to the sinner, tapping his shoulder with an uncanny smile that was supposed to be encouraging.

The sinner's eyes widened in alarm, then tried punching you in instinct. He only ended up looking like an idiot and lowered his hand as his head suddenly ached once more, delicately massaging it with his right palm. He didn't dare keep his gaze off of you, assuming you'll be next to kill him.

"..."

"...Good... good evening? Haha..." He mouthed out, chagrined and abashed.