With Azazel's help, she got an almost authentic one...

In the end, Malina had caved and gone to Azazel; the angel knew a lot more about how to find costumes topside than she did. "I know exactly where to look for historical costumes!" The blue-eyed angel wore a beaming smile as she offered her help. "Who are you trying to dress as? Elvis Presley?"

"Why would you assume Elvis?" the Sour Demon questioned, looking especially sour as she second-guessed the rationality of the angel she was relying on to help her.

"... I mean, is there someone I should guess? It's not really normal to dress up as historical figures outside of Halloween and war reenactments..."

"... That's a fair point. Anyway, it's Jayavarman VII."

"Who?"

Malina slapped her forehead. Even this studious angel didn't know the guy... Poor Jayavarman. Grunting, she led Azazel to her laptop, then pulled up her game. While the angel made offhanded comments about how she didn't know the Helltaker was hiding a computer, mentioning several times that she was really interested in the browser history, the demon pulled up a picture of the guy and pressed her fingertip onto the screen impatiently.

"Ah, he's a Buddhist! No wonder I didn't know him." Azazel tilted her head back and forth... then slowly brought out her notepad. Malina thought that was a bad sign. The angel brought out her pen in her other hand, then began to sweat as she clicked the button repeatedly, a clear sign that she was having dirty thoughts. "So um... How accurately were you hoping to portray him? Cause, you know... the race and the gender, we can't really do anything about that..."

"Just the clothes."

"... Just the clothes?" The pen-clicking intensified.

Malina lowered her eyebrows irritably. "Yeah, damn it! What can you do?"

"I'll do what I can, within the boundaries of decency as an angel...!"

A living being can't live on pancakes alone, as much as Lucifer seemed to be trying to do so herself. For that reason, the Helltaker switched it up occasionally with other types of hangout food. For tonight's festivities, he'd prepared chips and a vegan artichoke dip... He had to get these demons eating something besides pancakes and pizza or his dietary habits were going to be the **** of him.

Giving the other demons the slip on the way to the den where his computer was set up was a task in and of itself. The puzzle expert found himself involved in a uniquely challenging stealth game, dodging all manner of midnight-snacky demons and various bodies of Cerberus who could occupy his attention just by biting on his pants legs and dragging him around the house.

Finally, he made it to the door, gulping as he raised one large fist to knock and held the plate of chips and dip on the fingertips of his other. He'd looked into Jayavarman... Now he didn't know what to expect. He had barely gotten one knock out before the door creaked open slowly, revealing the slouching form of Malina, who must surely have been waiting there by the door for him...

His shades slipped slightly down the bridge of his nose as he stood with his fist raised, noting her odd, golden clothing, which included no top. In the place of a decent covering, she'd made the collar a little bigger than in the picture... that way, it just barely covered the important parts of her breasts, but still left an intense amount of under-boob and revealed all of her belly and back. He'd never seen Malina shirtless before... but her body didn't disappoint. With her hourglass figure, she wasn't exactly striking the usual image of a round-bellied Buddhist.

When she straightened up indignantly, following the path of the man's eyes, he tried to stop staring... only to see her breasts bounce beneath the shifting collar. Something pink flashed for just a moment... There was really nothing underneath there!

"That was a really crappy roll, Helltaker."

"Yeah..."

"You'd better play a good game to make up for it."

The two entered in awkwardly to begin an all night game... one that was likely to be exhilarating for all the wrong reasons.

"You're kinda shitty at Civilization..."

Malina found herself surprisingly focused on the game and surprisingly alright with a combination of artichoke dip and vodka as a midnight snack. The Helltaker, on the other hand, had tried to play without fighting anybody and, as a result, had gotten himself surrounded by all manner of hostile AI forces. Certain other distractions weren't helping either...

"Can you give me a hand, Malina?" The over-grown video gamer adjusted his sunglasses, hoping that beseeching her to use her acumen as a strategy gamer was the right move...

"I mean... I'm more likely to win if I just let them take you and I go after their capitals." Such a cold outlook... demonic, even! Malina regretted her words as soon as she spoke them. Wasn't this the time to win some brownie points with the Helltaker? Then again... she spotted him looking at her swinging breasts, even now. At first, it had bothered her, but she had to admit... it did seem to prove those womanly charms her sister was nagging her about earlier. Frankly, the feel of the amulet against her bare nipples was making her a little hornier than she normally would be...

It was past 2 by now... the possibility of being dragged into a many-hour game of Civ, plus her strong **** scent, seemed to be driving away any demon who'd think of encroaching on her game night.

Maybe she should push her luck and ask for something else in return for saving the Helltaker's digital bacon, while she still had a little privacy? She could offer him a deal with the devil, so to speak...