Dr. Jekyll…? In pride month, even?
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Dr. Jekyll…? In pride month, even?
Ah yes, swimming with my brothers.
Leviathan’s drowning Mammon, Asmo is live streaming it, Beel is in the background of the swimming pool with a burger and lettuce is falling out, Belphie’s floating on a lilos about to fall off and drown, and Lucifer is off to his father knows where with Diavolo.
I hate summer.
You cannot interrupt my 12 hour research with a simple “time to eat!” lest you wish for me to punch you square in the jaw.
A new book supply arrived today so I stole Lucifer’s bookshelf.
God forbid a grown demon cries while reading teenage dystopia.
“Mememe do your homework!” I would if there wasn’t the overbearing feeling of dread that comes with completing a task on a bad day LUCIFER.
Doesn’t it bother you humans? The idea that no matter how much you do in your lifetime, you’ll never do everything? You can’t be a scientist, firefighter, novelist, and lawyer all at once. You’ll never know what Ancient Rome or India was like. You may never meet the people who would be perfect for you because you don’t have the time. I don’t quite understand how you sit with the fact that your days are so greatly numbered and still “doom scroll” or “bed rot”. This isn’t a “shade” per se, just a curiosity.
If I hear one more person laugh obnoxiously loud in the library I will cut their tongue as though they were an Avox and rip my own ears off with my bare hands.