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[perpetualshade]

✆ !!!

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☨- Contrary to popular belief, the omnipotent perisher and uncle of Mark, did indeed enjoy some peace and quiet. Occasionally. Right after a meal, between some delectable flesh shredded thighs, and a strong brandy. Well as strong as humans could make. Nothing is ever quite as good or close to the shots that Dionysus would pour.

So when his beloved nephew, adopted in fact, decided to interrupt that peace and quiet, the Devil picked up, and spoke with the void daunting tone that even the worst of holy terrors would flinch from.

"You have better be splayed open, intestines strewn, and heart on the verge of losing its last palpitations. Or I'm putting your ass back in the box for the next six years."

[perpetualshade]

✆ - Ather

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☨- "Hello Beautiful. I hope I did not keep you waiting long." Belial purrs inconceivably deep into the speaker. The darkened trilling of his voice a mockery of someone trying to convince their partner to come to bed for a bit more than intimacy. Meanwhile a faint sound of something being slowly stretched beyond its limits could be heard in the background. Eerily similar to a pulling method, with cranks and machinery clunking loudly. Hair raising screams follow shortly after. That don't die down but is muffled by a sharply placed gag. "Daddy is a bit tied up with work. I'll try not to stretch this conference meeting too long, my dear Ather. I do wish to return back to your chambers and finish our little game."

[perpetualshade]

✆ @indevendent

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☨- The ironic line 'I'll be damned.' Was just on the tip of his serpent tongue when he saw who was calling him. Perhaps there was a God on his side of the playing field cheering for him. Somewhere in the massive stellar multiverse. He'd have to correct that. Belial pressed the answer button and brought it to his elfishly pointed ear.

"Heaven’s gate, St. Peter speaking. Calling to confess your sins Knives?"

[perpetualshade]

✆ - Gaela, he smol

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☨- Belial picked up immediately on the first ring. The melody that echoed from the chosen ringtone let him know immediately who was calling. There was a thread, thin as a spider's silk, of laced concern. Gaela rarely troubled themselves to use inanimate devices.

"Precious, what ails your weary thoughts, so late in the hour of when shadows dance? Someone pour oil in your oceans again? Should I grab the dawn for your hair?" His arrogance is only a veil over the sultry undertone he masked for his old friend.

[perpetualshade]

✆ Aves will make you regret teaching her how to work a two-way radio

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☨- The horror dressed down in elegant black satin robes, and fuzzy slippers, stared vehemently with annoyance, at the device on his table. Hearing the scratchy voice of Aves over the connected waves through the radio. This would be the third time she has tried to contact him at witching hour. And it wasn't to ask to make a deal or contract or even a summoning. It was to ask him ridiculous questions, ones that mortals would consider to be shower thoughts.

"Darling, please...Painkillers are the "Mute Notification" option for the body. Do take some, perhaps the entire bottle."