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cue a long nasal exhale, utterly exhausted by this inhumanly long meeting with beelzebub...
the king of hell let out a strained sound, grand wings of theirs stretching gracefully in an attempt to ease the tension in each one of the appendages' overworked muscles.
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the room trembled as though it knew whom it was about to host. a pressure, vast and elegant, fell over the walls.
then... 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. a pale, searing flare.
when it dimmed, the devil stood in the circle. poised and impossibly tall. large, bat-like wings —>
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I wonder what the mistress of all evil and darkness is up too it has been a few months since I tapped into that side of the world @SlNFULSERENADE I sit with candles around me as I try to call upon you
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a light nod, barely noticeable, as quiet thanks. ❝ 𝓣𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑦 .ᐣ 𝓝𝑜𝑡 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙 .ᐣ ❞ they inquired, intrigued; head cocked to the side in thought.
their slender, jeweled hand delicately grasps the glass, swirling the wine around —>
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"Then I'm honored, Lucifer Morningstar."
The wine was skillfully opened, and of course, Lucifer's glass was filled first before Brienne filled her own.
"And so far, no one has visited me today, so that's why I'm here."
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—> a few times before lifting it up near their nose.
there, the sovereign takes a few seconds to breathe in the wine’s scent; pale green eyes closing. then, a small satisfied smile ghosts over their lips, visibly —>
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and yet, there was this wish… no, this 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 to have the proud principal finally give in and offer said proper worship.
concealed, yet persistent; like silent yearning.
❝ 𝓝𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑙��𝑦. ❞ is all that they end up answering, however...
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cue a scoff in an attempt to dismiss their own feelings. yet, a subtle, disdainful grimace still manages to show.
deep resentment boils within...
❝ 𝓨𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑙𝑑... 𝓦ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 —>
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“Stories talk as though you’re one to hate on everyone, to take out on them the pain you suffered through, to show God what they’d done. . . But I believe you wouldn’t let a child suffer, not really.”