The Invasion. (The Spire continuation)

[Frisk E. Coyote]

OOC:

Towards... Belial's... sheath...? *Tail goes as stiff as a board*

I'm so sorryyy! *Bows and head-bashes the floor* GOMENASAI.

IC:

"Oh there's a lot to offer, chum!" Nero called, "-But you just ain't worth it. You wouldn't understand half the modern slang and insults this petty world has to offer after years of developing ways to express ourselves to the people we hate! You ain't even worth the most creative insults we've got, heck, you're practically making fun of yourself, wearing undies while standing there with that phallic symbol without even peeling the foreskin back-"

"HOW VULGAR!!" Nera screamed.

"-And what are you trying to prove?" Nero continued, "That you can't defeat us 'petty' denizens of this 'petty' world with your sword sheathed? Well I've got news for you ya smegma-skinned, vanilla combo platter of fossilized SHIT, you fail." The demon eater crossed his arms and looked away from the Demon Lord as if disgusted, ashamed, and offended by his mere presence, wearing an expression akin to someone who had met the rank smell of week-old garbage. "Either you kill the shit out of all of us now, or get the HELL back in your hole, cuz if you stand there any longer, your-mayo ass is just gonna look freakin' stupid." He paused. "Oh wait, it already does."