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[fuckingdemon]

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[from_tadfield]

... Reckon this is a bad time to say hello, then. Um.

I'd offer to help, but I don't know I can. Or really should.

*hesitantly, almost guiltily holds out his hand* I'm Adam Young. I'm... sort of the Antichrist. Hallo.

[fuckingdemon]

Antichrist, eh?

Hello, Adam. I'm Azrael.

[from_tadfield]

*nods* That's what they tell me. Don't think I'm what you'd call a proper Antichrist, not like in that film (that Mum doesn't know I watched).

I met someone named Azrael once. It was... supposed to be the end of the world. He, uh, had a bit less skin than you do, though.

[fuckingdemon]

You look a little young yet. The terrible aura will grow as you get older, I'm sure.

It's a fairly common name for demons, I think.

So, what are you doing this evening?

[bitter_fruit]

Well. Aren't we chipper today.

[fuckingdemon]

Go to Hell, Millicent.

[bitter_fruit]

Why so touchy, pet?

[fuckingdemon]

Lack of anything better to do?

[metatron_tm]

There is scotch and vodka in my garden.

I insist.

[fuckingdemon]

Oh, wheeeee.

Fine.

[metatron_tm]

*vanishes him there, sits him on a wall that most assuredly was not there before, sitting beside him, waiting for him to talk for a while*

[fuckingdemon]

You said something about scotch. And vodka.

[golden_apple]

Why am I getting hate prayers mail, Azrael?

[fuckingdemon]

Don't look at me.