Oooh, it's Seth. Egyptian chaos god. How'd 'e end up in a third-rate hell dimension? Er, think I'll not ask. Rather like my head on me shoulders, yeah?

Glory's dismissed me for the time bein'. Guess she wants to rough up Seth in 'er own way. *smirk* Yeah. I just bet she does.

'M headin' back to the pit. The boys must be so lonely without

I've 'eard rumblings from 'round 'ere that there's a new god in hell.

Wonder who it could be? Did the bint finally get through to her bleedin' sisters ( Read more... )

Damn her. She ruined my entire bloody Samhain! Pathetic? We'll see how sodding pathetic I am when I escape and rip her buggering throat out!

But I got to walk in the sun again. I couldn't feel it's warmth, but I'd forgotten how bright everything is. It was a slight improvement to my day.

However, now 'm back in Hell. Literally. I'm Glory's ( Read more... )

Samhain. You know, I rather fancy this holiday now. I never did before. It was always such a bloody downer, Samhain was. Sittin' at home, relying on the soddin' townspeople to do me right. Wait, I miss that. Let's go back ( Read more... )

"Gimme."

"No! God! No!"

"This damn scroll! It's not right. You said it would work, and it's not."

"Well make it work, or I'll have to torture you! It's a thing."

"Yeah, yeah. Hurry...does this dress make my hips look fat?"

Er, no, no it doesn't. *rolls her eyes*

I hate this role. I had enough of it in life and I certainly don't have to take it in death. But *cracks her jaw* patience is a virtue...*rolls her eyes at the irony of that statement ( Read more... )

Despite my best efforts, the bird is unbendable. Bloody. Hell ( Read more... )

Minions. I hate minions. They do so get in the soddin' way.

*kills another one*

This really shouldn't be taking so long.

*reaches a pair of large, forboding doors*

Hm. This must be the place.

*pushes them forward with effort*

"Oh, it's you again."

'Ello, Glory.

*falls out of the vortex and onto her ass*

Ow.

Well, that conversation was pleasant. *smiles* My faith in unlife has been restored.

I think this plan will work.

Oh, Gloryyyyyy...!

I'm stuck, dammit. And I really don't particularly fancy bein' in a little globe for the rest of my very dusty...existence.

And who is that girl that keeps meanderin' about lookin' quite detached. Is she a ghost or some such?

Or the reason for my new imprisonment?