When the "Die Dämonin" walks into a pub - Mephistopheles vs Vivi

[Over mainyu]

Mephistopheles was a whole lot of things, most of them evil or malevolent, but “stupid” was definitely not one of them. He clearly saw through the Snake Queen’s intentions to lull him into a false sense of security so she could ambush him, a classic trap used by ring villains that the clown demon already knew all too well

The Heartbreaker looked him up and down, taking in his exotic clown costume that he’d designed himself, while asking if being a harlequin was his gimmick. “Let’s say it is, buuuuuuuuuuuut with a few differences. And I’m guessing yours is being a daddy’s or mommy’s little girl who thinks she can get away with anything without consequences,” he replied playfully to his opponent, as a sort of introduction.

He noticed a certain unease in Vivy’s movements, as if she were pretending to want to treat him well; it was clear that the mere presence of the demon in the establishment greatly unsettled the place’s manager. The way she held her arms and fiddled with her clothes revealed her disdain for her surprise opponent.

It was very clear that the queen wanted to see the Chaos Harlequin destroyed and humiliated tonight. All because of the mere fact that you could compare them just a little bit in the way they acted so theatrically and strangely in the ring and in their outfits in front of the audience.

And she said what was obvious and what everyone was already expecting: that she hated him. She said this while giving him a look of pure hatred, which the demon returned with his own eyes full of the same emotion as he approached his rival. His smile was now one of utter malice, and he said mockingly, “At last we agree on something, though we differ a bit on the proportions,” in response to his rival’s statement.

And just as they were about to fight, the woman with the wild hair changed her expression and pointed out something unsightly on his face, specifically on his nose. The devil was in shock for a few seconds. He had just checked himself in the mirror, and everything had been fine. Was it powder left over from his performance, or was it smudged makeup, or what? He turned around, putting his back to his opponent, to see what had happened to him.

[Hagen-Autem]

ViVi snorted when Mephisto fell for such an old trick.

The Hellish Harlequin turned his back at the rather sudden comment, searching for a flaw in his makeup or somewhere around his nose. A flaw that wasn’t there.

The pinkette merely shrugged, rolling her eyes as she shot the spectators a knowing little smirk before driving a shin between the jester’s legs!

A straight kick to his bollocks, just to teach him exactly where he belonged when he was standing in front of her and turned his back on her in such a rude way. If the kick managed to bring him down to his knees, the Pink Queen would plant a hand on his head to keep him steady. She would then lift each of her legs over his shoulders before driving him face-first into the canvas for the Devil Kiss.

Spoiler

"Why don’t you just stay down there and let me keep the show going, fool?"

And with that, she would begin raising and lowering her hips, hammering the local ring’s canvas with his face.