[PLOT RP] Next Stop: Deepest Pit of Hell [cont!]

Mong flashed his friend a toothy grin. "Guess that makes only one of us."
He reached out a hand and helped Fundoshi stand, pulling his arm over his shoulders and giving his back a light pat. Definitely gonna need some patching up when they got home. He needed a little help standing on his own with how wobbly his legs were, but he'd manage.

They made their way over to their restrained foe. Mong let out a whistle, scanning the thing up and mostly down.
"Not the biggest dick I've ever fought with, but kinda wish I could do my own 'research' on this thing. Heh."

"любезно отвали, старая ведьма." The bird man spoke to the spidery woman, his tone suggesting he didn't really like her.

Virgin Killer leaned on Candy-Store, Bob the tentical poked out of her cleavage and layed limp on her right breast. "I know buddy I know. Here, this should keep ya peppy." She pulled a hair pin lollipop out of her hair, setting the pitch black hair cascading down her back. She gave the candy to Bob and she let her weapon shift back,"No more cold tits for me."

Assless Chaps raised a finger to question it but lowered it slowly. His sister simply didn't make sense.

"I mean you could probably get Virg to make it's dick for ya." Sneaker Heels yawned.

"This is true."

Dress Socks turn their heads at the two demons arguing one another. "Stop fighting you two!" He yelled. "Just take a picture! It'll last longer!"

G-Strings continue patting the Nephilim's right head. When she feels the Nephilim's skin, it's cold af and really smooth. She would stop from the cold, but she thinks that the Nephilims needs comfort. She loves ghost after all.

Bob took the candy and wiggled it like the guy giving his snake some of his lollipop. Virgin Killer gave the lolli a lick and she gave her companion a pap. "Thank you sweetie."

Assless Chaps picked up Sneaker Heels. "No more."

"Sash, friend. I was going to let them bicker like the absolute toddlers they are." Amulet sighed, flipping his hair out of his face for a brief moment, "I didn't come here to babysit actual babies."

He turned back to watch Shroud for a second with more interest than he had the twin demons.

"You can deal with them. Either our Absolute is dissociating or he's waiting for us to take charge."

Fundoshi reached out and clamped his hand over Ruka's mouth.
"Rukavitsa, that's quite enough." He grunted, "You need to calm yourself and talk like a civilized person for a while, I think."

He took his hand off Ruka's mouth with a heavy sigh.
"Who am I kidding, you're far more civilized than Tank Top, aren't you?" He stated.

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The Nephilim ceased its struggle and simply glowered at the demons with disdain. There was a low, rumbling hiss that came from it as it seemed to lock eyes with Shroud.

Metaphorically, maybe, considering the Absolute's eyes weren't present.

If anyone had blinked at that moment, they hadn't seen Shroud move as he was suddenly right in the enormous Ghost's face. He only seemed to be the size of one of the Nephilim's eyes, and he wasn't at all intimidated by its multitude of teeth as he hissed and focused its entire set of eyes on the demon.

"You'll be put to good use, I promise." Shroud said.

The Nephilim didn't have enough time to react before Shroud's arm became a large, sharp sword. In one swift motion, he cut the Soul Stone free from its head and the entire Ghost unraveled completely, threads everywhere.

Shroud stood where the Nephilim once was restrained, Soul Stone in hand. It was gone.