Constructed Soul
"You truly earned your name, didn't you?" Lucifer chuckled. "Do you have any idea how filthy those darts are? She'll need a tetanus shot."
"If she's not up to date on her shots," Bitch growled, then drew back and threw the dart in her hand, "she would already be dead. If she isn't already, anyway." The dart sank into the board with a solid thump, just shy of the center bullseye ring. "This is hell, Lucifer. You think I'm an idiot? You regenerate your followers as needed."
"They still feel pain," Lucifer replied in a low voice and walked to the side of the tent, his hand out to the Woe Girl. "Here, child." She came to him and he folded back the neck of her shirt to examine the dart wound. The skin was buckled and swollen already and he brushed his thumb over it, sealing the tear with a hiss of heat and smoke that made her wince. She looked up at him reluctantly, but he smiled and kissed her forehead.
Basic Information
Anatomy
Genetics and Reproduction
Growth Rate & Stages
Dietary Needs and Habits
Additional Information
Social Structure
Geographic Origin and Distribution
Civilization and Culture
Naming Traditions
Beauty Ideals
Common Dress Code
Common Myths and Legends
Some of the Woe Girls and the Ticket-Taker were previously human souls which Lucifer took a fondness to and used as the base material for a constructed soul. They retain their memories of being human, as well as their susceptibility to Rabid Soul.
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