Drink
Send a word for your muse to find my muse in a certain state. Drink - Find my muse drunk.
Lucifer throws a handful of yellow powder into a boiling cauldron, the bubbles expanding and exploding with terrible furiousity. The magician stares blankly, unflinching as the heavy iron pot struggles to keep it’s contents from spilling over. Cacohpanous chanting emanates from his throne room, some angelic song corrupt blasting through the halls of Pandemonium.
“Eleka nahmen namen, ah tum at tum eleka nah–”
Creeeeeeek
Sensitive ears flick as they blindly search for the source of noise. The giant mahogany doors leading into the Devils office hadn’t been oiled in millennia, their sonorous wailing familiar and no less irritating. The sorcerer’s words are ice cold and sarcastic.
“Enter, impaitent and unclean soul… “
