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He seemed honest and much more kind than the usual demons she had encountered despite the stony look.

“Fender?” curiosity and intrigue mixed in her voice

“Is it a Fender Stratocaster by any chance?”

It's been ages since she has heard the iconic sound, even though she heavily preferred Gibsons, the Explorer model to be exact. Then came the crushing realization.

“...Hell uses a different currency than the human world doesn't it? Warmed up for nothing, great.” the spirit scoffed, well it was worth a try

@phoenixborn​ said: (Hi my rocker spirit is coming for your rocker gargoyle)

The usual hop down to Hell for a strut and investigation of how this pocket dimension operated went as always: a little bit of trouble here and there, nothing too major yet.

“Hey, do you know where to get Gibson guitars here?” it was a sudden impulse to ask the tall demon, urged by her gut feeling

The gargoyle raised a brow at the woman, having been caught in the middle of a smoke break. His expression was neutral as he took a slow drag of his smoke. He assumed the fiery-haired woman was new in Hell, and luckily for her, she asked the right person.

“There’s a place called Core Guitars couple blocks down.” He replied, exhaling the grey vapors as he spoke. “Got my Fender there. It’s good quality.” And it cost him a pretty penny but it was worth it.