Just the God of Eros, Games, Manga, and Novels... nothing major.
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There was a slight crunch and munch in the background as Mew shifted a bucket of popcorn into existence to watch the show. Sure, the popcorn was technically still Mew but it all ended up in the same place. Some might call it self-canabalism. Mew was above such petty, human descriptors.
"I've always thought drunk driving was one of the most unattractive things a person could do. Just showing how little they care about the people around them. Practically bragging about it as if they're being sneaky and getting away with something instead of putting everyone else at risk. It's a deplorable act in my book," Catwoman mused aloud.
I grinned, "Indeed. Now, I was well and truly dead. And instead of my usual routine after death, I was sent to Hell this time. There, I lived again as a Sinner. I had plenty of chaotic adventures in that literal Hellhole but this story focuses on someone special. Let me tell you about the daughter of Lucifer Morningstar."
"I mean, the Spaghetti Westerns he's shown me are good but I can't STAND the American ones. How is it possible that Americans are the WORST ones at making Western movies?! It doesn't make sense!"
"The Soul is where it starts to get a bit complicated. Yeah, yeah, I know, 'starts' is a bad way to phrase it. But the Soul isn't so 'easily' quantifiable as the Body or Fate. It's something more and something less, simple and complex. It's all about consciousness and being, the core of what makes something UNIQUE. THROUGH LIFE, DEATH, AND ETERNITY, THE SOUL IS ONE.
The other woman was shorter but she didn't hold herself with any less confidence than the first. Her costume was strange, with a texture that almost looked like what you would find on leaves or petals. It was a brilliant magenta hue and though it was skin-tight, it covered almost her entire body.
"Let him tell his jokes to unflinching mirror images. Let him enjoy the Dead End he hates so much without being able to do anything to affect it. Let him become nothing more than an exhibit, a clown on display."
With a snap of his fingers, Sean did something impossible again. Sabatino was suddenly in another place entirely, as if reality rejected his previous position. All the way in one of the corners of the bar, he found himself sitting and facing the wall. A comical dunce cap appeared on his head. And no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get it off. Or stand from his chair. Or be heard by any of the rest of them. He was, quite literally, put in timeout.
"Sure, they just had to be recognizable and marketable. I couldn't make, say, a gun but a blaster from Star Wars? That was distinct and well-known enough to qualify," I explained. "And don't even get me started on the things I could do with Lego."
"Sure, they just had to be recognizable and marketable. I couldn't make, say, a gun but a blaster from Star Wars? That was distinct and well-known enough to qualify," I explained. "And don't even get me started on the things I could do with Lego."
"Fat chance!" Harley recovered her enthusiasm and confidence at that. "Those gods? They were bitch-made! Me and you, Red? We're bad to the motherfuckin' bone! We'll show him how girls from Gotham do things!"
She paused to look behind her. Yeah, that was Gothboy's dick. She turned back around only to reverse immediately after, doing a doubletake. Holy shit! That was Gothboy's dick?!