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hell and destruction are not filled; so also are the eyes of men insatiable.

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[asmodeusxcx]

"Well for one, the amount of people who pile into my establishment for sex toys is actually ridiculous." And so much fun, he was waiting to catch a senator or two. "Secondly, this whole place is a mess." But Abaddon probably knew that and as they make their way to whatever establishment that gluttony had decided on, Asmodeus tried to count all the vague tea on their fingers. "Though the parties seem wild for even me." Again, the orgies though, how good could those be without him? "Can't have one without someone dying."

[abaddoomed]

"Even the repressed will find themselves drifting into your store, mortals are so easy," they snorted at that, any mortal creature was susceptible to such corruption; Abaddon loathed the, like, two percent that were so holier than thou they were actually granted reprieve from the inferno. They were quickly seated and a bread basket was promptly placed upon the table, the Devourer wasting no time in picking up a piece and slathering it with butter, duh, "Don't tell me you're drawing the line at murder, Oz. That just sounds like foreplay, really." Murder was so often a crime of passion, something tethered to the sin which spoke most to his brother.

[fxllenpythia]

It grates her nerves and though he did, indeed, leer such greeting as a testament to what Leviathan had always envisioned, there's a pinching tease within it that makes her want to turn each of his snacks to dust within his pockets. "You're positively glowing," not nearly his glorifying beautiful garish self. It's insult to a festering wound and she's never wished to make a realm bleed as much as she does in this fleeting moment. "It's disgusting." The wave of her hand sends that which he holds flying across the room as she settles in beside him. "Hail Lucifer, indeed. Have you seen him? Since arriving?" Pythia certainly hadn't and it was one, among many, affronts to suffer through while her coven returned to hiding.

[abaddoomed]

The third circle was an empty cavern of putrid slush culminated from ceaseless rains, whatever souls had found themselves there did not last long as Abaddon devoured them. Bones and all, they and Cerberus left nothing for leftovers and it often had left the Despoiler almost gaunt, but certainly not void of power within their cage. Now, free from the confines of the Inferno, imbued with the darkness of the Abyss, Abaddon let a fruitful sweep across Rome; and his pillaging had only just begun. "Well, he is booked and busy," so many quirky terms the Archfiend was learning; there was plenty to listen to while sitting within the restaurants of Rome, filling his gut with fine cuisines. "But, I have, yes; are you worried you're at odds? A little sibling quarrel to spice up everything?" That made Abaddon's stomach growl, another war indicative of their last rebellion would offer awfully tasty opportunities.

[quinncubus]

@abaddoomed location: Lubefest notes: I put a horse in the background to make up for the fuckass hat

Quinn knew this was coming; he could feel it just as surely as any other demon could: the Archfiends had risen from the pit. The monarchy of hell was knocking at Rome's door, and if Quinn was smart, he would have packed his bags and put this place behind him. Took the soul he'd snagged and moved to the other side of the world to put as much distance as possible between himself and the greatest glutton this world had ever seen. "Abaddon- Lord-" Quinn was afraid; anyone who stood shoulder to should with a creature so unhinged should be, but instead of showing it, he tried to play things off. "I didn't think you'd be interested in these games."

[abaddoomed]

Few were lucky to escape the putrid slush of his gluttonous circle; the few who did had either been wise enough to hide or had been given the reprieve by being summoned from his domain. Hungry as a horse? - neigh, he was hungrier than that, an insatiable Archfiend who'd waltzed into Lupercalia as though it was an all you could eat buffet, baby. "Haven't you heard idle hands are the devil's playground?" Abaddon really loved the mortal's ridiculous sayings where the 'devil' was concerned; they all truly had no idea what hell had been unleashed upon them from the Abyss.

[xhermesx]

Hermes was a full meal, not just a snack, which is why he knew what he was doing. The avariel was curious, probably as curious as one of Than's cats, and that's why he always found himself in these situations. It wasn't like he couldn't get away, anyway. Catty, there was a joke there, but he was more interested in other things. "So you're just here for a good time, then?"

[abaddoomed]

"There's always a good time where an all you can eat buffet is concerned," he smiled, it'd certainly be more chilling if Hermes hadn't been put through the ringer by Megaera and whatever troubles resided at the other end of his planeswalking. Abaddon shrugged, "We were promised a realm for our own and I assure you Lucifer intends to reap such promise." Whether the Morningstar was to ask a favor of Abaddon was one thing, but the Devourer so often instigated his own troubles that tended to aid his brother, the King of Elysia, regardless.

[xsorceressx]

Circe did not fear Abaddon, nor did she their siblings. The archfiends of the Inferno were formidable, surely, but all such creatures had their weaknesses. "Perhaps another beast then. Or one of those locusts you seem to favor so highly," there was amusement in her voice, for there would be an endless list of what she could turn him into. Perhaps something with a very small mouth, or none at all.

[abaddoomed]

"There's no need to exert yourself on that one," if he wanted to send Rome's citizens spiraling, the Archfiend could transform into a massive locust before Circe could snap her fingers to turn them into otherwise prized pork. Abaddon made themself comfortable, sprawling their legs upon the counter of Circe's shop, arms crossed behind their head, "What are you up to in Rome, anyway? You have to pick a side, Circe; there's no playing impartial." He smiled as though the Despoiler had merely asked her what she was planning for dinner, "You may as well align with my brother before he strips your shop down to it's foundation." An exile of Elysia, she had every reason to hate the Gods and yet here she sat pretending she was so far removed that she could ignore what was to come.

[beelzebulx]

@abaddoomed location: Fey Forest, Moon Gate notes: They're hidden and the snacks are hidden from Abaddon because that glutton can't be trusted not to eat an elve

Lupercalia was in full force, the gears of the lycans and their pitiful machinations were turning but Octavian had found a safe haven there. Along with members of the Asphodel and other outliers, while the Greater Demon didn't have any particular interest in the witches, elves, or chimeras that followed Oztalun - the God was a means to an end. What that end was remained close to Ba'al's chests, they all had their interests, Morningstar was wanting for his glory to be spread, Abaddon wished to eat, Mammon wished to steal, Sathanas wished to destroy, and Asmodeus wished to corrupt. Sorrows sorrows and prayers for dear dead Astaroth (not Asher Roth), but there was a chance they could find another to take their sibling's place.

"Try to control yourself," Ba'al commented as his gaze wandered over the circumference of the Moon Gate. They were shielded from the view of the protectors that wandered this place; the illusionary enchantments were a small matter of concern where the archfiend of esoteric lies was concerned. Abaddon could have devoured them, their flesh, their magic, the entirety of their souls, but the ravenous dog would have only further alerted the elves that the archfiends were far from friends to those who'd fought to imprison them so long ago. Had they not taken to venerating the Seldarine once more, then perhaps Lucifer wouldn't have felt so slighted; these creatures would take the Morningstar into their life and side against them... Or their Laurelin would suffer the same fate as the last. "There's a whole world for you to consume just on the other side, but not yet."

[abaddoomed]

Ba'al had invited the Devourer to meet at the threshold of the Moon Gate; it's power was nothing striking to the Archfiend but no matter what composed it, such construction was alluring to Abaddon. An appetite which could never be satiated still demanded to be fed and they knew full well that if they were to inhale the Moon Gate in it's entirety it would only serve as a snack that could be reinstated by the elves eventually. Their proximity to the elves went back to Eden's invoking, the very place which was meant to be paradise for the seraphim that had quickly transformed into a boundary to which they were kept. Reduced to sentinels, a far worse fate than tromping through the spoils of the battlefield; the elves in Eden had kept him starved and obviously that was more than a slight to Abaddon.

Alas, he played by Ba'al's rules; the other was surely Lucifer's favorite and though, at the end of the day, favorites mattered little to Abaddon, the means to an end were important where favoritism was concerned. It meant his dear brother, the Lord of Flies, had influence and pull; though Lucifer's vainglorious personality was this harrowing blind spot for the Morningstar, this was a statistic Abaddon did not ignore. A sigh, followed by the click of his tongue as though the command was up for debate, "And what are we waiting for? Where once I defiled the luxury of Eden, I could do the same in a single breath to this realm." Their head canted towards the Moon Gate, arms crossed as though their gluttony had turned them into an insolent child.

[xliilith]

"And here I intended to adopt the sweet dears for myself," further teasing, as she sat across from one of her princes. There was no reason for her to be there, other than Abaddon themself. If she intended to pour favor into each one of them, she would do so by treating them to what they themselves favored. This establishment would be something of an appetizer for him. "Indeed they are," she mused, eyes alight with the mischief that could always be at play. "They've also set themselves up pretty in that forest. A melting pot, if you will. Once past the gates, it would be a new type of buffet," how unfortunate for the lycans, yet how fortunate for her. Lycaon had always been a thorn in her side, perhaps it was time for a bit of payback.

[abaddoomed]

"Okay, relax, you probably don't even know their favorite snack," spoiled sinner was what he'd coined it but Cerberus really enjoyed when just enough putrid slush had gathered on the gluttonous to make them really tasty. Nothing here really cut it for his favorite pooch but Abaddon could make do and he'd start with this appetizer course which Lilith so kindly presented to the Despoiler. "Fine, fine," Abaddon cracked a crab leg open, one of the many items he'd balanced high upon his plate, "I'll attend Lupercalia with you, all you had to do was ask," the archfiend waved a hand paired with an insouciant smile. "Once they get a new Alpha, they'll taste even better, you know; something, something, the taste of power. Right now they're just a bunch of weakened mutts."

[asmodeusxcx]

"Are you going to take up fine dining in all of Rome's fancy establishments? You should start one of those food instagram things." Abaddon of all people would know fine food when they saw it. And tasted it. And perhaps just kept ordering. It's not like he could judge and it's not like it wasn't something to do, it was just that there was this itch under his skin that Asmodeus didn't quite know how to scratch. Gluttony of all people would understand such a thing, the need for more. "I was thinking something a little more bloody, but we could discuss over dinner."

[abaddoomed]

"We should really get on our way then, I know a place," Abaddon knew several, but that wasn't the point; they just knew it was really vital to get there before the real dinner rush packed in and they had to wait for a table. Even a ten minute wait would make Abaddon extremely unpleasant and that just wouldn't be fair to his good brudder, Oz. "Why don't you give me a hint on the gritty details as we walk?" Abaddon didn't want to rush the other but, glancing at his watch, they had to get a decent power walk in to be first in line.

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[asmodeusxcx]

"Am I so obvious?" The tone of his voice suggests vague boredom but he still looks to Abaddon of all people with an almost lazy smirk. The stripper in their lap and the entourage they provided all seem to scurry from the VIP with the approach of the other Archfiend and Asmodeus didn't think they could be blamed. Lap now empty, they cross their leather clad legs and look to Abaddon pointedly. "I do hope you're intending to be interesting though." Flirt was fun as is, and Abaddon is good company, gluttony was something that came out of too much temptation, taking on too many indulgences.

[abaddoomed]

Most condemned Abaddon as the weird sibling as though they all didn't have their vices; so what if he'd gnawed on the remains of their once fallen siblings at least he didn't wear a silly sweater nonstop. Oz was one of the very few who didn't side eye him and it was appreciated, gluttony and lust could overlap, both principles of indulgence so if Oz couldn't understand than Abaddon would truly be by his lonesome. "I'm just glad you're enjoying the spoils of our freedom," years spent in cages that merely exacerbated their vices, Ulthar had always been flippantly cruel that way. "My idea of interesting is a seven course meal at What's Cookin'," plainly quipped but paired with a humored snort, they shrug, "Though I'm open to ideas."

[xliilith]

Lilith had not expected the princes of the Inferno to kiss the very ground that she had walked on. Even if she had released them from their confines, and allowed them once more to enter the mortal realm. Perhaps a simple thank you would have sufficed. Then again, perhaps they should have kissed the ground. It would not, however, change her opinion of them. Or the soft spot that she had developed for each of them. Once seraphim, Lilith had not lumped them in with those that had sought her out. That had driven a seraph blade through her heart within the realm of her own freedom. "Shall I send you back to the inferno then?" A lilt of teasing to her tone, she eyed the archfiend's already growing plate. This would simply be an appetizer for the other. "Don't worry, my darling. I have plenty of treats in store for you. Have you ever had a taste for lycan?"

[abaddoomed]

"You'd have to send Cerberus back before you ever sent me, he rather liked it there," though Abaddon and his three-headed companion much rather enjoyed feasting on the Gods who were too slow to flee Elysia properly. Abaddon wasted no time as they sat, the Archfiend practically inhaling the plate as Lilith proposed some options for them, "Aren't those mutts having their little competition soon?" Lycans were fine, in theory, plenty of meat on their bones, obviously, but not much when it came to a flavorful palette. Abaddon wasn't too picky however, a meal was a meal when it came down to it and Lupercalia would have meals aplenty.

[xsorceressx]

Abaddon, the very embodiment of gluttony. Just one of the princes that had been released from the Inferno. And somehow, they had found themselves continuously within each other's orbit. For Circe seemed to be the very opposite of the archfiend, capable of allowing others to have what they wanted without so much as a qualm to what she was left without. Though treated unfairly for much of her existence, it had not smeared such a grim outlook on her want to help others. "If I had, they would not become the next meal upon your plate. Unless you wish to join them as they are."

[abaddoomed]

A goddess and an Archfiend, not exactly what one would define as friends but Abaddon still enjoyed Circe's distaste at him merely existing; a man's gotta eat. "You don't bother me, I don't bother you," clearly a lie for, here he was being as compelling and wonderful as ever. "Besides, turn me into a pig and I'll turn you into some magic-less herbalist," Abaddon smiled, it wasn't a threat but a promise if she dared turn him into the pink, truffle-rooting morsel.

[priyachandra]

open starter ! @senatusstarters location: Blud

She wasn't really welcome anywhere, that much the Follower understood. A Liche, a daemonfey, a leech stuck with an archfiend's soul within. Without looking at the other guests, Priya absentmindedly drank from her cup of blood, hoping nobody would notice the apparent odor vampire blood could have for non-leeches. Noting she could really remember. The less she thought about the party, about actually managing the whole thing and making sure everything runs smoothly and without bumps, the better Priya managed to just get over herself for once and enjoy what was going on around her. "After everything we ought to at least enjoy ourselves a little bit right?" she emptied her cup in one go and looked at the person next to her, "come on, a dance won't hurt?" the Liche furrowed her brows together.

[abaddoomed]

Abaddon didn't necessarily find the vampires of Rome inherently intriguing, much like the fact that they were completely void of magic, they were also void of delectable nutrients. To Abaddon, they were merely dead flesh operating their little meat suits but at Blud, where sweet blood was ripe for the taking as they writhed and danced, it could sweeten these bags of flesh to his taste. Abaddon could twist their flavor his his liking, meddle with such nutrients as they appeared, but sometimes there was hardly any fun in a sampler platter if he had to tinker with it. "You don't belong here," stated plain as day to the employee masquerading as a regular vampire whereas anyone with sense could smell the pungent reminder of the archfiend lingering within her. "Like a fox in a hen house," teased mildly for Abaddon's own hunger made it harder for the Archfiend of hell to focus.