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neutral_omens2005-09-28 01:58 am
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Date: Sep 21
Status: Public
Setting: Tadfield Manor Lobby
Generally demons don't do vacations. But Beelzebub was not On Vacation. Nope. No siree. The Prince of Hell did not DO vacations, it just wasn't demonic enough.
What he WAS here to do was to spy. And report back to hell. Possibly to keep an eye out for that flash bastard, Crawl-- something or other, he didn't know, he'd never really bothered with the names of demons lesser than himself.
What he DID know was that the place -- Tadfield Mansion, was it? -- was crawling with angels. And 'assorted supernatural manifestations'.
So, that morning, he did not walk into the Manor. Nor did he strut. Nor did he even saunter*. He simply manifested in the lobby in a enormous ball of fire.
Then he dinged the silver dingybell at the desk.
*Sauntering was Whats-his-name's specialty, he'd heard.
Status: Public
Setting: Tadfield Manor Lobby
Generally demons don't do vacations. But Beelzebub was not On Vacation. Nope. No siree. The Prince of Hell did not DO vacations, it just wasn't demonic enough.
What he WAS here to do was to spy. And report back to hell. Possibly to keep an eye out for that flash bastard, Crawl-- something or other, he didn't know, he'd never really bothered with the names of demons lesser than himself.
What he DID know was that the place -- Tadfield Mansion, was it? -- was crawling with angels. And 'assorted supernatural manifestations'.
So, that morning, he did not walk into the Manor. Nor did he strut. Nor did he even saunter*. He simply manifested in the lobby in a enormous ball of fire.
Then he dinged the silver dingybell at the desk.
*Sauntering was Whats-his-name's specialty, he'd heard.
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The Metatron flinched just slightly. "You... er, you could say that, yes," he admitted, studying the floor. "I -- I can tell you his name, though. Beelzebub." He followed the direction of her gesture with his gaze, almost unconsciously.
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Smiling to herself, she followed Beelzebub out of the room dreamily. Though the
demon!man-shaped being was out of sight, she would probably run into him again, and she could ask him about the celestial alignment then. Till then, she had the intezztinezzz of a sturgeon in heat to find.