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shark vs the universe
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@voraciousasmodeus
The father of all lies is a prude!
Well, I’m not fucking Asmodeus. Actually, I did once or twice, but that’s…not what I meant.
"Not fucking Asmodeus? Well, we could remedy this."
"…I mean not helping!"
"Right. Well, it's in my code to not be very helpful in these matters. My ears were burning."
The father of all lies is a prude!
Well, I’m not fucking Asmodeus. Actually, I did once or twice, but that’s…not what I meant.
"Not fucking Asmodeus? Well, we could remedy this."
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Long time no see.
"Ah, but thats for my own enjoyment." He smirked and pressed his hand to his own body. "My children and I deal in the business of messengers and spying. You don’t have to take me now. But, if you ever need it, you may find I’m helpful. I’m usually considered a neutral being. But…if you ever need my services in that, I’m just a call away."
Crowley nodded to his words, “It’s always good to have a good spy in stock. I will keep you in my mind, thank you.”
Asmodeus nodded and finished his second glass of whiskey, proceeding to set it back down on the table. "Good to hear. And you're welcome. I'm rather fond of you, Crowley. It would be my honor."
Asmodeus. That name did not ring any bells, but as he looked at him more, his own curiosity was showing. “I see.”
"You mustn’t ask for my forgiveness, you haven’t done anything harmful. I don’t see that intention from you." He put a hand to his...
Ah, he understood now. That was the common attitude of a fallen being, that was what he pin-pointed at the moment, but that was not enough. He needed more information.
"That may be true, but I have had the satisfaction of being rewarded. Not many of our siblings do nowadays, only punishment." To tell the truth, he did not want to mention his little incident of Heaven to this being. Vincent knew that maybe he, Asmodeus, would not understand. "Isn't that a pity? But enough with that.. I have a question that has been aching to be asked. Why did you follow me?"
Asmodeus' nose wrinkled as the other talked. Ah, yes. Talk of the home he could never return to. The fallen felt a small wave of homesickness roll over him. Why he sometimes missed that place, he was sure it was another curse from his Father.
The fallen looked back up towards Vincent and shrugged his shoulder. "Why did I follow you? I was in the area…and curiosity got the best of me. Which probably isn't too well. After all, curiosity killed the cat."
Did someone see Prince of Eygpt recently? XD Movie's epic.
(I was listening to the soundtrack XD)
(My mom just said "Amazeballs"
No mom
Mom, no
Don't)
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Long time no see.
He swirled his finger around in the glass, getting the last bits of whiskey before sucking it off his finger. “Hmm. Well, it helps me get my kicks. I’m not allowed to love. Its my curse. So those who fall in twisted, perverse love, I take a special interest in ripping them out of each others arms for all eternity.” He shrugged.
"Cruel. Overcompensating?" Teased Crowley, "What is love if not the mixture of lust, loyalty and blindness? Are you allowed to lust at least?"
"Of course. Thats my specialty." He smirked in response. "And never, ever overcompensating, Crows." He winked at that. "As for love, I can’t stay with one person or that. I’m forced to move on. Sleep around. It’s my curse." He shrugged.
"Oh, is this a curse? I tried to live sort of a married life and I shamefully failed. Demons are not created for monogamy, ecpecially the lust demons like me." He smiled wryly, "Always need something new and nasty."
Asmodeus shrugged. “I fell because of love.” He stated simply and slid the glass across the cafe table surface. “So its different for me, I suppose.” The fallen shrugged and leaned back in his chair. “But its no matter. Water under the bridge and what not.”
Crowley poured them both another. “I sell my soul because of love. Well, I had a few motives, but love was the occasion. Speaking of… Whatever.”
"Is that so? Well now. Maybe you and I aren’t that different." Asmodeus said with a slight chuckle as he took the glass back."Speaking of….?" He asked, his eyebrow arched at the other.
"You know what I mean. My story with Lilith isn’t a closely guarded secret." He raised the glass to his lips, sometimes memories of the past became not as cheerful as he would like.
"Right." Asmodeus sniffed and took a drink again. "If you wonder how I feel towards most matters, you will find I don’t care much. We were married so long ago…who knows?" He chuckled. "Selling your soul for a woman. Isnt that very romantic." He smiled to him. "She’s lucky to have you. And you, her. You two are a good match."
"Oh, yes," he chuckled, "The bloody royal family. Including the numerous lovers from the each side. Sometimes I want to run away from this bedlam, but mostly I’m happy." He finished his drink and reached for the bottle, "But we distracted. Speaking about the lovers, let’s leave the family values aside for some time." Crowley smiled with his tongue between teeth.
He smirked at that and nodded. “Of course. Lets not speak of that. After all, not really the place. Let’s talk business.” He leaned forward and lifted his eyebrows. “I’m here to offer my services, if you have need of them.”
"What kind of services?" asked Crowley, "My soul factory works perfect, so I’m not in need of more perverse lovers dragged by their genitals."
"Ah, but thats for my own enjoyment." He smirked and pressed his hand to his own body. "My children and I deal in the business of messengers and spying. You don't have to take me now. But, if you ever need it, you may find I'm helpful. I'm usually considered a neutral being. But...if you ever need my services in that, I'm just a call away."
if this should [ end ] in { f i r e }
then let us { b u r n } [ together ]
Ten and Rose
I fully believe that this is what goes on in the Doctor’s mind when Rose is near.
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Long time no see.
He swirled his finger around in the glass, getting the last bits of whiskey before sucking it off his finger. “Hmm. Well, it helps me get my kicks. I’m not allowed to love. Its my curse. So those who fall in twisted, perverse love, I take a special interest in ripping them out of each others arms for all eternity.” He shrugged.
"Cruel. Overcompensating?" Teased Crowley, "What is love if not the mixture of lust, loyalty and blindness? Are you allowed to lust at least?"
"Of course. Thats my specialty." He smirked in response. "And never, ever overcompensating, Crows." He winked at that. "As for love, I can’t stay with one person or that. I’m forced to move on. Sleep around. It’s my curse." He shrugged.
"Oh, is this a curse? I tried to live sort of a married life and I shamefully failed. Demons are not created for monogamy, ecpecially the lust demons like me." He smiled wryly, "Always need something new and nasty."
Asmodeus shrugged. “I fell because of love.” He stated simply and slid the glass across the cafe table surface. “So its different for me, I suppose.” The fallen shrugged and leaned back in his chair. “But its no matter. Water under the bridge and what not.”
Crowley poured them both another. “I sell my soul because of love. Well, I had a few motives, but love was the occasion. Speaking of… Whatever.”
"Is that so? Well now. Maybe you and I aren’t that different." Asmodeus said with a slight chuckle as he took the glass back."Speaking of….?" He asked, his eyebrow arched at the other.
"You know what I mean. My story with Lilith isn’t a closely guarded secret." He raised the glass to his lips, sometimes memories of the past became not as cheerful as he would like.
"Right." Asmodeus sniffed and took a drink again. "If you wonder how I feel towards most matters, you will find I don’t care much. We were married so long ago…who knows?" He chuckled. "Selling your soul for a woman. Isnt that very romantic." He smiled to him. "She’s lucky to have you. And you, her. You two are a good match."
"Oh, yes," he chuckled, "The bloody royal family. Including the numerous lovers from the each side. Sometimes I want to run away from this bedlam, but mostly I’m happy." He finished his drink and reached for the bottle, "But we distracted. Speaking about the lovers, let’s leave the family values aside for some time." Crowley smiled with his tongue between teeth.
He smirked at that and nodded. "Of course. Lets not speak of that. After all, not really the place. Let's talk business." He leaned forward and lifted his eyebrows. "I'm here to offer my services, if you have need of them."
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Long time no see.
He swirled his finger around in the glass, getting the last bits of whiskey before sucking it off his finger. “Hmm. Well, it helps me get my kicks. I’m not allowed to love. Its my curse. So those who fall in twisted, perverse love, I take a special interest in ripping them out of each others arms for all eternity.” He shrugged.
"Cruel. Overcompensating?" Teased Crowley, "What is love if not the mixture of lust, loyalty and blindness? Are you allowed to lust at least?"
"Of course. Thats my specialty." He smirked in response. "And never, ever overcompensating, Crows." He winked at that. "As for love, I can’t stay with one person or that. I’m forced to move on. Sleep around. It’s my curse." He shrugged.
"Oh, is this a curse? I tried to live sort of a married life and I shamefully failed. Demons are not created for monogamy, ecpecially the lust demons like me." He smiled wryly, "Always need something new and nasty."
Asmodeus shrugged. “I fell because of love.” He stated simply and slid the glass across the cafe table surface. “So its different for me, I suppose.” The fallen shrugged and leaned back in his chair. “But its no matter. Water under the bridge and what not.”
Crowley poured them both another. “I sell my soul because of love. Well, I had a few motives, but love was the occasion. Speaking of… Whatever.”
"Is that so? Well now. Maybe you and I aren’t that different." Asmodeus said with a slight chuckle as he took the glass back."Speaking of….?" He asked, his eyebrow arched at the other.
"You know what I mean. My story with Lilith isn’t a closely guarded secret." He raised the glass to his lips, sometimes memories of the past became not as cheerful as he would like.
"Right." Asmodeus sniffed and took a drink again. "If you wonder how I feel towards most matters, you will find I don't care much. We were married so long ago...who knows?" He chuckled. "Selling your soul for a woman. Isnt that very romantic." He smiled to him. "She's lucky to have you. And you, her. You two are a good match."
During the night Pharaoh summoned Moses and Aaron and said, “Up! Leave my people, you and the Israelites! Go, worship the Lord as you have requested.”
Exodus 12:31 (NIV)
"Well now. What have we here, eh?'
The demon narrowed his eyes a little at the sight of the other, trying to figure out if he was a threat or not. “Depends on who’s asking.” Half-sarcastic, he added, “Eh?”
"I’m a lover." He said and brought his hands to his chest. "Lord of lust and sexual pleasures. I earned that title for a reason, friend." He chuckled and rested his hands on his hips. "I have no reason to…spring up and fight. But, when called, I can do that. I can fight. My children, as well as myself, are much more messengers than soldiers."
"Oh." Dante frowned a little. So that was where he recognized the name from. "You’re… an angel." Or a fallen one. That didn’t matter much, though, did it? They were still angels. "Why not both, why just one?" He smiled thinly, trying not to look too unsettled. "I thought angels didn’t fuck."
Asmodeus shrugged. "Theres always an exception to a rule, friend." He said and crossed his arms. "I fought many wars in the beginning days. I stood against Lucifer and delivered messages in the battlefield. Then, I fell in love with a human as I made travels in the first days. It confused me. The feelings I had. The Father wasn't amused." He shrugged. "So I was stripped and voila." He chuckled. "Asmodeus."
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Long time no see.
He swirled his finger around in the glass, getting the last bits of whiskey before sucking it off his finger. “Hmm. Well, it helps me get my kicks. I’m not allowed to love. Its my curse. So those who fall in twisted, perverse love, I take a special interest in ripping them out of each others arms for all eternity.” He shrugged.
"Cruel. Overcompensating?" Teased Crowley, "What is love if not the mixture of lust, loyalty and blindness? Are you allowed to lust at least?"
"Of course. Thats my specialty." He smirked in response. "And never, ever overcompensating, Crows." He winked at that. "As for love, I can’t stay with one person or that. I’m forced to move on. Sleep around. It’s my curse." He shrugged.
"Oh, is this a curse? I tried to live sort of a married life and I shamefully failed. Demons are not created for monogamy, ecpecially the lust demons like me." He smiled wryly, "Always need something new and nasty."
Asmodeus shrugged. “I fell because of love.” He stated simply and slid the glass across the cafe table surface. “So its different for me, I suppose.” The fallen shrugged and leaned back in his chair. “But its no matter. Water under the bridge and what not.”
Crowley poured them both another. “I sell my soul because of love. Well, I had a few motives, but love was the occasion. Speaking of… Whatever.”
"Is that so? Well now. Maybe you and I aren't that different." Asmodeus said with a slight chuckle as he took the glass back."Speaking of....?" He asked, his eyebrow arched at the other.
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Long time no see.
He swirled his finger around in the glass, getting the last bits of whiskey before sucking it off his finger. “Hmm. Well, it helps me get my kicks. I’m not allowed to love. Its my curse. So those who fall in twisted, perverse love, I take a special interest in ripping them out of each others arms for all eternity.” He shrugged.
"Cruel. Overcompensating?" Teased Crowley, "What is love if not the mixture of lust, loyalty and blindness? Are you allowed to lust at least?"
"Of course. Thats my specialty." He smirked in response. "And never, ever overcompensating, Crows." He winked at that. "As for love, I can’t stay with one person or that. I’m forced to move on. Sleep around. It’s my curse." He shrugged.
"Oh, is this a curse? I tried to live sort of a married life and I shamefully failed. Demons are not created for monogamy, ecpecially the lust demons like me." He smiled wryly, "Always need something new and nasty."
Asmodeus shrugged. "I fell because of love." He stated simply and slid the glass across the cafe table surface. "So its different for me, I suppose." The fallen shrugged and leaned back in his chair. "But its no matter. Water under the bridge and what not."
"Well now. What have we here, eh?'
The demon narrowed his eyes a little at the sight of the other, trying to figure out if he was a threat or not. “Depends on who’s asking.” Half-sarcastic, he added, “Eh?”
"Chaos. The war drums of Hell."He clicked his tongue and ran a hand through his hair. "Always considered myself not much of a fighter. TThat’s why I keep to myself over these matters. But when there’s a power surge, I do need to poke my head in for awhile."
"Yeah," the demon mused, head cocked to one side. The other didn’t seem like a fighter, he seemed much too relaxed to be. "Don’t think I’ve seen anything or anyone so laid back in my damned life," he mused. "Despite all of this chaos.” Hell, if he had been more of a fighter, the name probably would have actually clicked. Fighters were, after all, the most memorable. Particularly to a demon.
"I'm a lover." He said and brought his hands to his chest. "Lord of lust and sexual pleasures. I earned that title for a reason, friend." He chuckled and rested his hands on his hips. "I have no reason to...spring up and fight. But, when called, I can do that. I can fight. My children, as well as myself, are much more messengers than soldiers."
