The pits of fire were especially busy at this moment in time, black shadows flitting around in all directions, yanking back any souls that strayed too far from the flames. Screams of agony and despair echoed along the rocky walls, while three demons sat at a rotting table, watching the flames dance wildly at their feeding in interest. Two of the demons were your typical nightmare fuel; the kind a small child would find hiding under their bed or closet, except they were a thousand times worse than that. One of them sprouted giant black horns, their eyes non-existent. Just empty sockets, a thick black substance drizzling out of them. The second one was permanently hunched over, with cloven hooves and a face that resembled a decaying pig with grey skin covered in maggots, and also, a broken jaw. The third one, however, greatly contrasted the two hideous figures, resembling a pale young woman with disheveled black hair, and cracked skin. Her eyes were nothing but a black void, no emotions whatsoever; hypnotic and eerie. She wore robes that resembled a torn black t-shirt with dried blood encrusted in the threads around the collar, along with matching black pants covered in dirt and a tar-like substance. She wore no shoes; all that was seen were bony feet with black toenails.
And trust me, they weren't exactly a pretty sight to see.
Morrigan's lungs emitted a soft sigh, pivoting her body in her chair whilst reaching for her chalice which held such a sweet crimson nectar to consume. In other words, human blood. Instead of drinking it, however, she dipped two fingers in it and brought them up to her cheek, the substance trickling off of her jawline, a satisfied look on her face. The horned demon, still watching the shadows working in the pits, growled lowly at her, "I heard human blood is bad for your skin."
Pigface grunted, slowly swiveling his head to suspiciously eye Morrigan as she continued her bloody facial. She failed to visually acknowledge both of them, responding with opposition, "I don't recall asking for your opinion, Fool."
Her eyes quickly flashed dark red while sharply shifting her head to take a look at the two. The horned demon looked at her, the same black substance dripping from his eye sockets now coming out of his mouth. Morrigan smiled, "It makes me feel prettier than I already am."
"Do not call me 'Fool'. I have a name," he loudly growled once more, a foreboding expression plastered on his visage. Morrigan didn't even budge, and she sat back in her chair, taking the chalice and pouring the rest of the blood into her lap. "Well you certainly don't deserve a better title than such. Besides, Pigface here doesn't have a proper name, so it's only fair."
"If we're all gonna be fair, we have every right to call you Bitch instead of Morrigan," Pigface added, a piece of his face chipping off in the process. Fool leaned forward and placed his elbows on the table, linking his fingers together, "Your fascination with human blood is rather morbid. Has it ever occurred to you that you may have been a vampire in the Victorian era, before serving in Hell?"
Suddenly, Morrigan violently stood up and slammed her skeletal hands on the table, her force was so great that the chalice crashed to the ground and the frail chair nearly broke into a million pieces. It even caused Pigface to wince slightly. "How dare you think me inferior to a lowly vampire, Fool. The only thing that is morbid here is you and Pigface. I am superior to the both of you and you will treat me with respect. My name is not Bitch, and you are no longer allowed to call me Morrigan. You'll address me as Lady Macabre and nothing else."
Instead of being scared off like small children, Pigface and Fool hardly even budged, the two of them looking at each other in annoyance. Fool snorted, "You're meaner than the shades."
Morrigan tuned him out, nostrils flaring as she had caught a strange aroma filling the sulfuric air. She brought a forearm up to her face and wiped the blood away, swiveling her head to the area behind her with great interest, "I smell fear."
Without hesitation, she turned away from the get-together-gone-awry and made her way towards the scent, Pigface and Fool turning their attentions back to the shades.
Soon, Morrigan's body seemed to dissipate into a flurry of shadowed tentacles and whatnot, making her way into the room where the scent was at its strongest. The room became dark and cold, one corner on the ceiling turning completely black as the tentacles stretched out, nearly completely covering one wall of the room. Morrigan's face stuck out of the shadows, eyeing the strange figure on the floor. Immediately did her eyes momentarily glow red in inquisition. It's a dog.
She returned to her normal form and approached the boy, cocking her head to the side with a smug grin; a cold dead hand reached out towards him, landing gingerly atop his head to pet his hair. "You poor, sick puppy. I'll take nice care of you."