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I'd just like to say...

𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒

𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐍 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒

𝐖𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐄

𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐔𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇

𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐔𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇

𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄

𝐖𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐄

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Apocalypse Logic, Elissa Washuta

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🎀 Who would my muse sleep with if nobody ever had to know?

// Duke Gremory. There is a significantly less than zero-percent chance it would ever happen, for so many reasons, much less any likelihood that he'd survive the encounter (not to mention he'd fall on a celestial blade before admitting to it), but if all the hypotheticals lined up he'd be down. What a way to go.

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Tragic news like half the ways people talk about magic in fiction could irl be applied to maths

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imagine being a demon and youre fucking called gremory. it sounds like one of thsode fucking super famicom baseball names. uh oh girles we summoned Gremory. id go the nitnh circle and beg satan to turn me into a popscile so i didnt have to deal with it

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Cruel and inhumane to not give principalities sufficient fancy clothes and jewels. Any well treated principality will have a crown, but if yours doesn’t at least have frilly dresses and fur capes then you really shouldn’t own a principality

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god's bravest soldier this, god's weakest soldier that. where's representation for us, god's incredibly sexy deserters,

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ITS PRETTY TOXIC OF YOU TO HURL ME AGAINST OBJECTS IN THE ROOM WITH YOUR MIND POWERS YOURE NOT EVEN THAT HOT

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Is fate real? If it is, doesn’t it contradict free will?

"Fate is real. You have the freedom to make your decisions, of course. So few of them actually matter in the end. The peak of the bell curve remains the same."

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Do YOU want to go to an alternate universe?

"This is disastrously under-specific. Are you aware of how many alternate universes there are?"

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//what are the issues?

It's a list.

Toni's demon-taught Malicious Compliance making it difficult for Gremory to call in an unpayed debt in a way that's useful.

Theft of the nephilim souls of Zeke's kids from her own holdings by someone acting on Toni's behalf.

The understanding that if Toni got said person to act on her behalf, she must have traded something valuble in return, and yet her soul remains unmarked. She doesn't know what the details were, but she knows there's something there.

Toni is an information vat and key pressure point for one half of Purgatory's ruling couple, and yet attempts to secure her and use this to take revenge for Purgatory santching her holdings and Toni snatching her property keep being foiled by Toni's absurd collection of powerful friends.

Toni dragged her into a mess that she's spent the better part of a year cleaning up.

She really doesn't like being asked about one lowly human this much, and even less that she has answers.

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Do you have any issues with Antonia Lyon?

"Who?"

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Do you have any cambion children?

“No. Fortunately my preferences preclude such accidents.”

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Civil war put the Duke’s skills in high demand. Intelligence operations, planning troop movements, disrupting enemy supply lines; for all these things and more clairvoyance was invaluable. With all the work to be done, there had been very little time to really focus on personal projects.

Still, she had left her orders, insofar as the passing suggestion that it might be convenient for certain troublesome humans to fall under her control could be considered an order (it was of course, in the practical sense, but not so in the technical sense, which was about all that mattered when it came to the truth and law in Hell).

When her prison guards failed to make check-in it barely registered. There were skirmishes all over even her surface territories. Poachers and thieves abounded. A mere delay was not worth turning her attention from more immediate concerns. The most severe skirmishes, however, had all taken place in more recently acquired territory, not such long-secured strongholds, so when the delay persists in an area the Duke has held for millennia, she considers it worth a momentary distraction. The blinding headache that follows the redirection of her sight tells her all she really needs to know.

“Luiahe Babalond!”

The note left at her New Orleans residence confirms her suspicions.

We need to talk.     - Mr Impossible.

She returns the gesture in kind, an official-looking letter in immaculate copperplate script is left by a non-infernal agent at the front desk of William’s New Orleans Bed and Breakfast.

I agree.

We may meet at my estate in Izmir at your convenience.

    - Her Grace,       Duke Gremory