The elevator dinged an obnoxious falsetto, torturing it's well tailored occupants as they struggled to escape the tiny prison. Faust felt his needling frustration cascade into rage as the doors jammed, forcing him to hold his breath and squeeze out sideways. A sharp yank halted him, his briefcase catching on the closing doors. With a snap and a ding, it was lost to him, descending back down the 666 floors to the lobby below.
"Fucking Hell," he muttered.
Grinding his jaw and running his hands through his chestnut locks, he cooled his high brows into impassiveness. Across the polished obsidian floors and mundane cubicles, the red mountains of ice loomed in the distance. Plumes of sulfur belch from the ground casting the sprawling metropolis before them in a tartar stained ichor.
(Original art created in December 2022 by D. Christopher.)
"The deal you made with Brady, it has too many postponement clauses. It's a legal nightmare."
Faust couldn't suppress the groan tumbling from his pinched lips, glaring to his right at Heina's quick approach. Her suit clasping in her assault across the tile foyer, red heels leaving scorch marks in their wake. He turned on his heel as she reached him, cutting off her beratement and forcing her to follow him. Let her stew, he thought, I really could have gone without the slither of eels this morning. Purposely, he strode toward the conference room.
"Good morning, Heina," he called keepings his pace brisk, barely stopping to dodge the tiny underling drudes. Disgusting little vermin, he thought, watching as they scurried across the office carrying memos and coffee. .
"Don't good morning me," she replied. The tingle of flames hissed at Faust's elbow, as she hounded his steps. "We will be incapable of collecting on him for decades!"
Muttering he turned past the water coolers. "Sounds like a problem for legal."
Faust growled at being yanked for a second time in one day, and pivoted so hard Heina almost crashed against him.
Despite her abrupt stop, she speared him with a glare. Her bright eyes promising dealth by slow lapidation, a positively thrilling prospect.
"You have your sights set high, Faust, don't piss me off."
Faust had had enough of her hounding for today. The darkness pulled to him and he loomed over her, his pulse clamoring for first blood.
"He wanted the addendum, so he got the addendum," he growled. She took a step back, fear blossoming in her eyes.
"How could I say no to the return of the notorious Brady Thom to the NFL? And Heina," he paused to throw the words over his shoulder. "He won't live decades anyway, greed is hard at work and now I've got my elephant".
Faust cast his gaze forward, reaching the conference room doors, black shapes visible through their frosted glass. Muffled voices indicated the meeting had already begun. Fuck, he thought. The boss was eager to land the next big one. Schooling his features once again, he clasped the handles moving confidently across the threshold. With a smug grin he thought, it's time to hunt.
Welcome to Brimstone and Co, the up and coming soul collection agency. For thousands of years, demons have been corrupting mortals and using their souls to power the intrinsic magics within the fifth dimension known as Hell. Demons must carefully locate potential souls, souls who have the capacity to achieve infamy. The more renowned or reviled the mortal becomes the more powerful their soul will be. Beware rival demons aren't above poaching potential souls and the costs of achieving a mortals dreams must be weighed against their souls worth. Everything comes with a price, but prestige and power lie with those capable and cunning enough to delivery the most potent souls .
This is where you come in!
Brimstone is located in downtown Shaitan and is run by the ambitious Lulu Kaachu, a power-suit filled with persuasion and topped with cascading ivory locks. Her relentless drive has propelled Brimstone from a distiller of backwater souls to the new heavy contender in Hell's soul scene.
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Demons come in any and all specialties. Using their unique abilities they must locate souls and initiate first contact. These souls have the potential for infamy and the wider they are known the larger your score. Barter, persuade, and haggle them into eternal damnation. The key is to convince them can never reach the potential they dream of without YOUR help.
Examples of Potential Demons:
Soul Seeker - These demons have the ability to sense and locate mortals who display the necessarily talents and vices to propel them into the collective conscious of mankind. There souls are imbued with the cerebral energy, creating super wells of mystical energy.
Negotiator - These demons fill any space with an aura of charm and charisma. Using their honey coated voices, they disarm mortals, luring them into eternal traps.
Illusionist - Using mystical energy they are capable of changing realty to suit their vision, but even small changes come at a steep price.
Fighter - These demons preventing the poaching of assets by competing corporations.
Whether you are a veteran hunter or new hire, negotiator or a soul seeker, Lulu considers you a valuable asset to the team. Work your way up the corporate ladder, go out into the hunting fields of mortal Earth and get those signatures… signatures of blood.
Welcome to the team!
Demon Species and/or Sin Choice:
Key Ability* :
*need not be magical, examples - illusions, human possession, tracking, soul analyst, fighter (watch out for rival demons), persuasion, sin specialist (uses a select sin to push the mortal to greater potential) , if you have something else in mind go for it!