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Date: December 25, 1999
Setting: Tadfield Manor, Lobby
Status: Private - Beelzebub, Adam (complete)
Summary: Beelzebub and Adam speak.
His hand ticked by his side; he kept it from rising to his lips. Tongue slid out, tasting strawberry, and he gave a grin that was more tainted by sin than not.
This was where he would find the Antichrist. Lucifer's whelp, gone astray. The idea of the little snot defecting made his stomach turn, he could hardly believe, but he would see it for himself, then.
This darkness that shrouded him; he walked in it, breathed it in, welcoming. There was no reluctance in his manner, no hidden joy in his heart at the prospect of escaping Hell into the Antichrist's protection. But he would see, he would see. Lucifer was his master, Lucifer and the game he played the only passions in his bleak, chaotic existence. He reveled in it.
Teeth worrying at his lips, he placed his pale arms on the front desk and waited for the omniscent brat to notice he was there.
Setting: Tadfield Manor, Lobby
Status: Private - Beelzebub, Adam (complete)
Summary: Beelzebub and Adam speak.
His hand ticked by his side; he kept it from rising to his lips. Tongue slid out, tasting strawberry, and he gave a grin that was more tainted by sin than not.
This was where he would find the Antichrist. Lucifer's whelp, gone astray. The idea of the little snot defecting made his stomach turn, he could hardly believe, but he would see it for himself, then.
This darkness that shrouded him; he walked in it, breathed it in, welcoming. There was no reluctance in his manner, no hidden joy in his heart at the prospect of escaping Hell into the Antichrist's protection. But he would see, he would see. Lucifer was his master, Lucifer and the game he played the only passions in his bleak, chaotic existence. He reveled in it.
Teeth worrying at his lips, he placed his pale arms on the front desk and waited for the omniscent brat to notice he was there.
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"Was there anythin' else you needed? If you're lookin' for a room or somethin' you'll need to talk to the marquis. And if you need information, I'm sure that one of the demons that are here will be able to provide it for you."
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Not thinking about Adam's eyes on him. No.
He flicked his tongue across his lips. Once. Twice. Glistening pale pink and sweet strawberry.
"As you say, child, as you say," he purred.
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"All right then. I'll prob'ly see you later."
And he headed back to his room, careful not to walk too quickly.