29th creation
Listen up you lot.
I do not like repeating myself so I will only say this once.
There have been very loud proclamations of my alleged activities that all seem to involve enticing people to acts of devilry.
They are all false.
Because if it were all true, it would imply that I need the assistance of anyone, least of all this city's pathetic excuse for magic users.
Let's get the facts straight.
An introduction for those of you who have not yet had the pleasure of my acquaintance.
I am called Lucifer. Samael feels like being called by your maiden name. First of the Fallen, and former Lord of Hell. Emphasis on the past tense. Hell would have continued to cease existing had this boy's predecessor not handed over the keys to an inept angel by the name of Remiel.
I've never been interested in souls. I leave that foolishness of bartering souls like a fishwife come market day to lesser angels with delusions of grandeur.
And no, I do not grant powers whether divine or demonic. Nor do I require sacrifices. Do not mistake me for god who does both.
Speaking of the god that leads your holy cause, perhaps it would be enlightening if I tell you how I was first summoned into her august presence.
Hn. Not exactly as innocent as you claim yourself to be. Technically not a spotless virgin anymore either. The flashlight was a nice touch, however.
Though I find that it lends to your accusations not a whit of credibility. Rather, it gives it the stink of hypocrisy.
Your congregation has the right to know.
I care not what you do, but leave me out of your foolishness.
That said, you lot: get the fuck off my property.
Or you will get a taste of how the cleansing fire burns.
[ooc: Hiatus? What hiatus? exams be damned what's a god without an adversary eh? >D]
I do not like repeating myself so I will only say this once.
There have been very loud proclamations of my alleged activities that all seem to involve enticing people to acts of devilry.
They are all false.
Because if it were all true, it would imply that I need the assistance of anyone, least of all this city's pathetic excuse for magic users.
Let's get the facts straight.
An introduction for those of you who have not yet had the pleasure of my acquaintance.
I am called Lucifer. Samael feels like being called by your maiden name. First of the Fallen, and former Lord of Hell. Emphasis on the past tense. Hell would have continued to cease existing had this boy's predecessor not handed over the keys to an inept angel by the name of Remiel.
I've never been interested in souls. I leave that foolishness of bartering souls like a fishwife come market day to lesser angels with delusions of grandeur.
And no, I do not grant powers whether divine or demonic. Nor do I require sacrifices. Do not mistake me for god who does both.
Speaking of the god that leads your holy cause, perhaps it would be enlightening if I tell you how I was first summoned into her august presence.
Hn. Not exactly as innocent as you claim yourself to be. Technically not a spotless virgin anymore either. The flashlight was a nice touch, however.
Though I find that it lends to your accusations not a whit of credibility. Rather, it gives it the stink of hypocrisy.
Your congregation has the right to know.
I care not what you do, but leave me out of your foolishness.
That said, you lot: get the fuck off my property.
Or you will get a taste of how the cleansing fire burns.
[ooc: Hiatus? What hiatus? exams be damned what's a god without an adversary eh? >D]