creationofwhite
Well... w-well well well well!
His venture into this city was off to a pretty terrible and miserable start, eh? To encounter, of all people in this fancy smancy city, the very god of the world he had helped invade. Not that he wanted to, of course! Sure he had fun picking on the angels, burning their buildings and tossing girls over cliffs... but that didn't mean he hadn't tried suggesting that they drop the plan and keep on doing their thing in their own world. To Poemi, of course. As if Ivils would let him keep his balls if he ever said a discouraging peep.
But he doubt any of that mattered now. And escape was futile. They had already caught each other in their line of sight. So the best he could hope for, at this moment, was that this god was as benevolent as the rumors stated.
“S-So... hey. S’up? Ah eh heh... pretty ‘effin crazy... that we winded up here, together... N-Not together-together! You got that thing with yer old man and me and Yosafire are-- ah... s-so you-- he still sore at us?
... the past is the past y’know?”