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"You know, I have a friend who spends his winters in Gluttony. Would you like me to ask if he would consider subletting his mansion to you?"

Did that offer come too quickly? Should he have pretended to think about it for some time before speaking up?

King Paimon wants Gritt away from the radio demon-- and he likely wants him as far away from Lucifer as possible. Getting him out of that ridiculous hotel will do both, and away from that constant source of reassurance and protection... whatever it is that Lord Paimon wants from Gritt will be that much easier to obtain.

"I can sympathize with such a plight. There's few things that haunt the mind the way being a burden does." He explains in an almost too-casual tone as he places one foot on the bottom step of a twisting staircase.

"Hold onto the railing. If you fall, Delphine will never forgive me."

He's quite the way of flaunting how close he is with the sins, isn't he? Only a handful of the Goetia are even chummy enough with a sin to speak about them so casually. It's no wonder Paimon decided he had too much influence. Oh, how he longs to find out what the next part of Their King's plan will be.

The small parcel quickly catches his attention. Well, now! Isn't he polite? This is how you approach someone about their family member. You respectfully ask. You don't try to butter them up with flattery and then hint that you know better. Hm. It really is a shame that Gritt forfeited his Baronhood to his brother.

"How kind of you to think of my dear niece! You may pass it off to a butler if you'd like, or you can put it under the tree on your way out." He'll show some respect in turn by not asking to see the gift for himself in order to inspect. Via's such a quiet girl; her love of music is one of two things she's vocal about. She'll be thrilled to have a CD signed by-- Fuck You Dad? Ah. How aptly named.

"Lord Lucifer designed the hotel's upgrade, correct?" The hotel was for sinners. Andrealphus cared nothing for sinners (they are leaches onto society), so he's never given the hotel much attention at all. Of course, even had to glance at the news story when that little band of mistakes murdered Adam. "I'm sure he took some inspiration from his castle in order to make it. There's certainly a royal air to that place now."

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"We gotta do somethin'." He's spent years following the exterminations, collecting discarded angelic weapons, and staying out of sight. After decades of doing that... sitting at home and watching that glowing ball drop sounds agonizingly boring.

"With extermination canceled, do you think we will be celebrating?"

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Looks at andrealphas for a second . Sees what looks like the faintest trace of a black eye hidden behind makeup Me :🤨……………😒 soft skinned bitch boy

Ice collects around the individual, quickly incasing it. The faceless creature's body temperature quickly drops. Within seconds, the blood flowing through their veins turns to ice, and in half a minute's time, they are completely frozen solid from the inside out.

Andrealphus reaches for the ice statue's head, grasping it and digging his thumb into one of the eye sockets before crushing the head in its entirety under his grip.

"What a miserable little creature~"

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He's quite the way of flaunting how close he is with the sins, isn't he? Only a handful of the Goetia are even chummy enough with a sin to speak about them so casually. It's no wonder Paimon decided he had too much influence. Oh, how he longs to find out what the next part of Their King's plan will be.

The small parcel quickly catches his attention. Well, now! Isn't he polite? This is how you approach someone about their family member. You respectfully ask. You don't try to butter them up with flattery and then hint that you know better. Hm. It really is a shame that Gritt forfeited his Baronhood to his brother.

"How kind of you to think of my dear niece! You may pass it off to a butler if you'd like, or you can put it under the tree on your way out." He'll show some respect in turn by not asking to see the gift for himself in order to inspect. Via's such a quiet girl; her love of music is one of two things she's vocal about. She'll be thrilled to have a CD signed by-- Fuck You Dad? Ah. How aptly named.

"Lord Lucifer designed the hotel's upgrade, correct?" The hotel was for sinners. Andrealphus cared nothing for sinners (they are leaches onto society), so he's never given the hotel much attention at all. Of course, even had to glance at the news story when that little band of mistakes murdered Adam. "I'm sure he took some inspiration from his castle in order to make it. There's certainly a royal air to that place now."

"Sadly, I don't think they were caught. But I trust Queen Beezelbub will find them, no one crosses her and gets away with it." Gritt said, "And don't worry about it, you're working on a lot at the minute. That and you're having to support your sister and your niece. Oh!"

Gritt rummaged in his bag and brought out a small parcel, "It's not much, but figured Princess Octavia could do with a bit of cheering up. I heard she likes this band, so got them to autograph a CD for her. You think it'd be okay for her to have it? I can hand it to a butler for her, I don't wanna bother her. She is Delphine's cousin, and I figured they're worried about her, but she'll probably want some alone time."

The words were genuine, and seemed to have an understanding to them. He wasn't about to try and encourage anything between Stolas and Octavia, with his own background he knew this was between them.

"I'm glad Delphine is excited. I can't imagine being able to live in two palaces. The hotel still feels fancy to me, especially with its renovations."

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Andrealphus refrains from chuckling when Gritt begins to swear only to catch himself. Delphine does the same thing when she's speaking to someone of higher station. If Andromeda didn't allow her to sneak away from social events so shortly after they had begun, she would likely get rid of that habit. Now that they've all risen in rank, she will have to make more appearances.

As for Gritt.... he doubts anyone much cares to correct an imp. He is doing his best to be formal, and that is all one can really expect.

"Oh, yes! Do pardon my absence at the gala. There was a great deal to tend to after the trial-- I'm sure your brother explained everything. I take it they found the murderer?"

It would seem whomever died was of little consequence. Their name died on the wind before it so much as reached him or his ex-wife.

"Truthfully, I've been so occupied cleaning up Stolas' mess that I've yet to have much time to talk to her. She's delighted to have her own wing, though!"

At least that's what he believes. She has, after all, not left said wing since it was given to her.

Gritt had never been in the Goetia's residence, so for him it was no different than anything. It was cold though, and while he didn't take off his coat, he did take off his hat. He'd heard it weren't right to wear a hat indoors or something.

"Yeah, glad things are still running. Shi- uh... stuff's been crazy lately, with the trial, and Beezlebub's party having an assassin sneak in." He figured swearing wasn't the best thing right now, stepping inside his little hooves barely made a sound against polished floors.

While he had made an effort, having brushed and tied back his hair, clean clothes and the like, Gritt didn't look too good. His usual crimson skin was a little pale, heavy bags under his eyes, "How's Delphine? I figured moving into a new place might be weird for her."

All his words were genuine, while there was a small air of caution it looked to come more from a friend interacting with their pal's parents. Not wanting to cause trouble, but still being honest.

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the-smallest-star asked: Maybe he wouldn't be welcome, but Gritt wanted to see his friend. Even if he had to talk to Andrealphus first. He didn't really know the Marques, so he figured he'd be polite and ring the doorbell. He'd already shot Delphine a text that he'd be bringing over her Sinsmas gift. Patch was planning to later on, but Gritt wanted to do things while he had a little bit of energy.

The fact that Gritt made it to the door was a sign that he was, at the very least, not unwelcome. Were he considered an intruder, his footsteps would have been locked in place by ice the instant he got within fifty feet of the door.

Fortunately for the little imp... he had a few things going for him:

First and foremost, this was the imp that Paimon originally nominated for Baron status. It was evident that the king had plans for him. Secondly, his brother is the current Baron... and, from what Andrealphus has gathered, Gritt's twin is chomping at the bit to use his new influence to turn Hell against the Goetia. The Great Marquis will not be walking into such a trap. Lastly... he did phone ahead. He was being considerably polite by doing so... and Delphine was so very fond of him. This wasn't exactly the company he wished his daughter would keep, but there were considerably worse riff-raff roaming their hallowed, hellish halls.

Andrealphus rises from his desk upon being notified of the visitor.

"I'll send him up momentarily, darling," he calls as he walks by Delphine's new bedroom door-- a bedroom she must be rather fond of, considering she's hardly left it since the night before Beelzebub's Ball.

The imps currently under his employment make themselves scarce as Andrealphus makes his way to the door, a glimmer of icy magic flashing from his hand before the massive bolts unlock and the door glides slowly open.

"Ah, Gritt! It's been some time, hasn't it? Come in, come in."

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I was today years old when I learned that Voldemort's fanfiction daughter from the stupid-as-fuck Harry Potter stageplay is named Delphine.

... is it too late to change my oc's name?

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"Is that what the dress said?" He doesn't understand why looking at a dress made her think something like that-- give him a minute.

open.

Is looking at wedding dresses, sighing sadly. '...Am I that unloveable? '

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the-smallest-star Vinn: "Ditched? Weird way to phrase it." Vinn has brought a bottle to share, "I don't like mooching, I just moved back into my van once my wounds were better. You needed your bed back."

"Ain't worth talkin' about if they don't make it sound like a scandal." The spider dabs his cigarette against his ashtray before giving a half-hearted shrug, his head never turning from his balcony. "Ya don't owe me an explanation, and ya weren't a mooch."

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Anonymous asked: So that hound ditched your ass to go fuck the king huh?

"Vinn needed a place t' heal up. He got what he needed. He left. It's what people do."

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"Eh. Celebrate might be a stretch. The girl who lives in the apartment across from mine-- she's real young, she loves decoratin' Christmas trees. I let her put one up in my place so she can decorate two. Last year she convinced me t' wear this god-awful sweata'."

He pauses, fishing for his container of cigarettes before he goes on. "When I was alive... I had two siblin's. Twins. Ten years younger'n me. They weren' the wake up on Christmas mornin' an' see what Santa brought sorta kids. They were the... hide in the broom closet an' try t' catch Santa sorta kids." He takes a cigarette from his container and lights it before he goes on.

"So I started takin' 'em out after dark on Christmas Eve. We'd walk around th' block an' look at all the Christmas lights. Laugh at the ones that were ova' the top... On the way back home, Molly'd write 1st, 2nd, an' 3rd place in the snow a' the houses she liked the best."

A pause. Long enough to exhale a considerable amount of smoke. "I still do it-- drive aroun' on Christmas Eve an' look at all th' lights."

Why? He doesn't know. Molly isn't here, and Anthony...

"... Guess it's just a habit."

"No, nothing specific. I was curious about the holiday as a whole."

"Well...perhaps that isn't entirely true. How do you celebrate it? Do you celebrate it?" He's pretty sure Arackniss wasn't Jewish while alive, but he's aware that, even if religion isn't a factor, not everyone enjoys or celebrates Christmas.

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"Are you sure about that?"

He actually gives this about three seconds of thought.

"Do they not hate you enough to want to embarrass you?"

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"I've never cared for Goetia Galas... I always sneak out once everyone starts to get drunk-- but... a ball hosted by a sin sounded like it could actually be fun-- and... I'd never been invited to an event like that before, so... I guess that made it exciting."

She sighs, pinching the bridge of her beak. "No... not kind of. I was excited. I wanted to go."

Her arms fold over her chest as she paces back and forth. "I usually wear whatever mother says looks best on me, but for that... I spent hours looking for the right dress. I never actually decided. I bought three. I was going to see what he was wearing and wear whichever matched him best-- but he never showed up."

The princess shrugs her shoulders before pressing her back against the wall.

"I shouldn't have gone. Whatever rumor thry could have started when I didn't show up coulsn't have been worse than letting everyone know I'd been stood up."

A small crystal pitters to the floor as she wipes at her eye. "... But I wanted to go. To prove a point... to have fun... to make a friend... I don't know. It all seems really stupid now. Every time someone came by with champagne, I took a glass... I don't remember anything that happened after the first hour."

She pushes away from the wall, pressing her fingertips against her eyes to clog the tears.

"I should consider myself lucky I wasn't invited this year. I won't run the risk of being made a fool again."

She tugs at a strand of hair as tears fill her ryes again. Stop it. Stop it, stupid girl.

A stupid girl with stupid dreams who never learns.

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🎶Green finch and linnet bird Nightingale, blackbird How is it you sing? How can you jubilate sitting in cages Never taking wing?

Outside the sky waits Beckoning, beckoning Just beyond the bars How can you remain staring at the rain Maddened by the stars?

How is it you sing... anything?

How is it you sing? 🎶

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"I think, if you stay here, there's a very real chance someone will tell Michael of your location."

"... What, precisely, happened?"

"She is the fourth-largest moon that orbits Saturn." A collection of glistening ice crystals spiral between her hands before Andrealphus' old Grimoire appears. Now that he has Stolas', she has taken ownership of this one. "The Solar system is far too vast for even the angels to hunt through it. They're also impatient and quick to anger-- before long, he'll be after someone else."

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"She is the fourth-largest moon that orbits Saturn." A collection of glistening ice crystals spiral between her hands before Andrealphus' old Grimoire appears. Now that he has Stolas', she has taken ownership of this one. "The Solar system is far too vast for even the angels to hunt through it. They're also impatient and quick to anger-- before long, he'll be after someone else."

"..."

Give her a second.

She breathes in.

And out.

"... Very well. Follow me. We're going to hide out on Dione."