what happens if the D.H.O.R.Ks summon the princes

from /hhg/ Helluva Hotel General #891
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Lets do an autism and have what happens if the D.H.O.R.Ks summon the princes!
>Asmonon blinks in confusion
>He was just in his room writing in his journal and now he's standing in some office of sorts
>"Holy fk One what the sht?! That was supposed to keep demons OUT!"
>>"I don't know what happened!"
>Asmonon looks at the failed warding circle
"You used lamb blood instead of goats blood, the circle is off and you made fifteen spelling errors for the latin."
>The two D.H.O.R.Ks look at him in disbelief
>>"L-like we would believe a demon like you!"
"Mhm wonderful. Now,"
>He looks at Two with lightly glowing eyes
>She stiffens
"What can I do for you..."
>He slowly stalks up to her working his silver tongue and adding some subtle magic
"...to get back home, you beautiful mortal you?"
>He finishes by lightly putting a finger under her chin
>His magic works its, well magic, causing her to blush
>"I-i can made another c-circle..."
>Asmonon gives her a charming smile
"That would be lovely, almost as how lovely you are my dear~"
>He finishes off with a purr
>Agent one can't believe his partner fell for such a cheap trick and reaches for his "high quality" katana
>He was stopped in his tracks after Asmonon blasted him with, as he calls it, the Fk Off spell
>The agent falls limp to the floor, unconscious
>Asmonon returns his attention to his victim and smiles at her
"How about I help you get started?"
>"Th-that would be wonderful..."
'Good, the living world smells awful.'
>The prince thinks to himself as his temporary thrall gets to work
>An hour later the circle is complete and a portal to hell is opened
>Before he leaves he turns to Two and gives her a deep kiss
"To remember me by, you lovely mortal you."
>Once he is gone and the portal closes Two blinks and realizes what she just did
>"SHT!"
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Technically not a prince, buuut...

>"...Is that a blast shadow?"
>the child that wasn't stared up at the two mortals in surprise
>it was... an exceptional rarity, that anyone would call upon the Destroyer...
>...let alone his son
>"...No... Look, it has eyes!"
>the two agents stared, wide-eyed, at the empty space where a small child should've been
>the blind spots of light that stared back at them seemed surprised...
>...and also, curious

>"...I don't see anything." Two bluffed, trying to dismiss the visage gnawing at her sanity
>she turned away, with One, now covered in sweat, staring after her

>meanwhile, the empty child studied the intricate seals
>it was one of the oldest and most elaborate works of the King, long-forgotten by humanity, especially since they had an entire book's worth of other, less dangerous seals to go through

>it has been, after all, called the "Eighth Seal", affectionately

>as the two mortals busied themselves with their tomes and machines, the son of Abaddon vanished, just the way he came
>with his departure, the fractured seals re-merged in black flames, and was seared out of existence