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[a-hell-of-a-time]

"Oh? And here I thought Stolas wouldn't object to such displays~" This prince certainly wasn't.

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[therealricksanchezpleasestandup]

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"Well, ain't that just the nicest thing to hear this evening!" Whistles. -- Ozzie

​"Jesus Chr--"

Yeah, Rick has to crane his neck up to even look at this guy.

"Why the fuck is EVERYONE here so tall?"

[smokebaal]

@lunauriga

The transferring of over twenty five entire legions over this miserable travesty was a dull and time consuming process. He wasn't sure these younger ones really understood just how short a century went by at his age. He'd be doing this all over again when Stolas was out of his exile before any of them knew it unless something happened to him. Then there was a matter of what would happen when his daughter came of age. King Baal was under no illusions that Andrealphus had any interest in allowing her to just take everything for herself after all.

He even brought his newly single sister along. The message as so obvious the Marquis may as well brought a flashing neon sign that said "Hot, Single, and Ready to Mingle With Rich and Important and Very Powerful People".

Baal wanted to strangle the man. Instead, he sat in his study- a massive gothic arched room with ancient tomes going as high as the buttresses. He had a bottle of fine wine at a table next to him and an alchemical fire flashed various colors and danced with the souls of those unfortunate enough to deal with him for secrets centuries ago.

He looked to Stella with a motion to the fire. While she was there he may as well entertain her. "This lot wanted to free themselves from the limitations of their flesh. They wanted to release the fires of their souls to the aether and seek enlightenment in their craft. I gave it to them after they killed themselves on their tinctures." He let out a puff of smoke. "Idiots... They never had a chance of understandin' what they were actually tryin' to do. I hope this ain't too morbid for ya, but from my understandin' you heard a lot worse out of your ex-husband, eh?"

[steelgrey-angel]

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Vaggie would just smile softly, blowing Charlie a playful kiss her way. "Hey babe. Long day today?" She mused, patting the sofa besides her with a quiet chuckle.

[alteregozowie]

Nips his bottom lip. — Paimon

Oh? Two can play this game! Alastor retaliates with a nip to the neck of his own. He sure showed him! Not.... that he was betraying himself by a waggle of the tail, or his whirring laughter of static. The two were having quite the pleasent evening tonight.

"You're such a tease, darling," he chuckled. "If you wanted me to stop talking, you should have said so."

[keeperofquestions]

Holds his face between her palms, albeit with gentle ease. “What you are is a pretty bird and shaped like a friend!” — Lucianna

"Lucianna I fail to understand what this has to do with the mystery of whether or not there is more that my condition has robbed from me than I realize or if I have simply always been like this. How do I know? What does it mean if it's true? What does it mean if it isn't? What does this say about who I am? Who? Who? Who? Who? Who? Who?"

[a-hell-of-a-time]

“Oh! Oh! Just look at your technique— you could slay an easy thirty angels at once with it! You’re really doing it so well!” She popped to her feet excitedly. — Caim to Caim

Caim blinked as she looked to the other, wondering just where she popped out from. The corvid had been so engrossed with her training that she failed to detect anything or anyone in her surroundings.

"Thank you," she said, smiling slightly. "My mother and uncle taught me well, alongside my father."

[alteregozowie]

Lowers his head on top of his, resting just between his antlers. The king found himself increasingly comfortable with the idea of visiting his lover more often in person. Albeit, using a different form each time as to not draw suspicion about his identity. The form for this evening was a sphere like head with dark flames that encompassed the whole body. There was the light chuckle emitting from him that echoed through the radio station, as he stroked the top of his hand with his own. — Paimon to Alastor

It took some getting used to, these different shapeshifting forms that the Goetia visited in. They were very well done too, even fooling Alastor a few good times, Paimon teasing him for at least the next few visits.

The Radio Demon found himself craving the attention, looking forward to the visits, genuinely enjoying the other's company. The ancient being as interesting as he was powerful, much less obnoxious than the true ruler of Hell, and Alastor found himself charmed with his personality and wit.

He only wished he could be in his truer form, although he did understand that it was a necessity if they were to remain in anonymity. Even so, the attachment was growing, and as much as Alastor tried to resist in his heart, he felt himself opening up a little more each moment they spent together.

Just this recently, the Radio Demon allowed him into his personal space, feeling a warmth when the disguised Paimon rested his head between those antlers, the way he stroked his hand. It was simple touches like this that Alastor appreciated the most, the quiet evening with only the soft crackling tune of the record player. A relaxing ambiance.

He let the silence do the talking, wanting to soak it all in, as these moments could be as fleeting as a sunrise.