Demon who has possessed a Magical Girl/Boy/Enby, and is shocked by their colossal power.
"No no no no hear me out, I knocked!" Klurvogg says hastily. "On your door! I've got a white thing on a stick!"
Vivacious Protector Cnidaria hesitates.
"It's supposed to be a flag," they mutter suspiciously.
"What?"
"A white flag."
"Oh. This thing isn't—?"
"The marshmallow doesn't send quite the right message, no."
"I knocked, though!" Klurvogg says proudly. "Can I come in, under white-thing-on-a-stick of No Backstabbing?"
"You're a demon," Cnidaria says. "I'm equally worried about front stabbing. Non-Euclidean inside stabbing, even."
"Is this because I possessed you last week?" Klurvogg says, stick drooping, doing a hideous impression of puppy-dog eyes. "That seems petty and personal and beneath you. I come in peace!"
"Why," Cnidaria says, folding their arms.
"Because!" Klurvogg says. "...Can I come inside? I'm worried about eavesdroppers."
"I don't trust you."
"It's not my fault it's not a flag! What was I going to do, Bing it? What's the white thing on a stick. Nearest place to buy a white thing of No Backstabbing in fucking Hell?"
And Klurvogg pouts.
"Oh fuck don't do that," Cnidaria says, turning a bit green. "You twitch funny and the banishing you got last time will look like a romantic beach stroll, you dig me?"
"I dig," Klurvogg says fervently, enters the apartment, and bounces gleefully on Cnidaria's couch a few times before noticing the death glare levelled his way. "Okay, the banishing, about the banishing," he says hurriedly. "That was — wow. That was really something. You're really something, the entire 'yelling in angry futility about the power of friendship at irredeemable jerkwads' is really deceptive! You're actually really powerful!"
"Thanks," Cnidaria says stonily.
"So I've got—" Klurvogg reaches inside his glutinous thoracic void, and pulls out a sticky briefcase, "a business plan!"
Cnidaria looks at him in silence for a while, then says, "Don't fucking move," goes to the kitchen, and comes back with a opened bottle of beer.
"Ooh, can I have one?"
"Bring your own," Cnidaria says flatly. "What even the fuck, Kellogg, or whatever you are."
"What you think of as 'Hell' is a confederated union of soverign hellrealms," Klurvogg tells them earnestly. "I mean, you people can't possibly think I share a native theome or environment with succubi! Haha! And I think there's a real possibility for political change!"
"What."
"You're incredibly powerful! My native hellrealm's politics are predicated on might-makes-political-office contests of strength! I'm offering to be your native guide in an unparalleled opportunity to reform Hell itself from the inside!"
Cnidaria stares at Klurvogg, chugs the rest of their beer, and says, "...What."
"I made a Powerpoint," Klurvogg says proudly, shaking the briefcase and producing distinctly broken-sounding clattering from inside it.
