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[burning_evil]

Bah. Sundays. Boring. Hence, one incarnation of Satan, inna bar. He's smoking as usual and for once, isn't surveying the denizens of Bar. He's staring out of the observation window instead with a blank expression.

Could mean anything.

[OOC: Need to slowtime for one hour, say sorry. Will be back after that! Back!]

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[arch_messenger]

This denizen of the bar has been rather annoyed since his encounter with another incarnation of Satan.
It hadn't gone well, which is to be expected, really.
As Michael reaches the bar, he freezes and closes his eyes in exasperation.

Great. Another one. At this rate he'll meet all seven, if that's the actual number.

He doesn't turn, just leans his elbows on the bar surface, and is aware.

[burning_evil]

Aha. Interesting. This looks like it could brighten up the day considerably.

He doesn't turn around. Just smiles quietly to himself and Michael will hear a voice in the vicinity of his right ear. It says,

'Boo.'

[arch_messenger]

Michael breathes in deeply, teeth grinding, then flicks a glance over his shoulder, face hard.

He’ll play along with the voice throwing.

“Scary,” deadpanned.

[burning_evil]

'Oh yes,' he agrees, in an amiable tone that is entirely faked.

'I'm renowned for it, didn't you know?'

[arch_messenger]

“Oh yes,” said in exactly the same tone as Satan’s.

“People can be easily scared.” Not impressed.

[ooc: Do you have AIM?]

[burning_evil]

'Mmmm.'

He picks up his scotch and swirls it idly around the glass.

'And I'm sure it's not because I give them reason to be, or anything.'

Of course not.

[OOC: 'fraid not. OOC stuff can go here though. :)]

[arch_messenger]

"Mmmm." Michael faces Satan.

“Their reasons aren’t always logical, makes work harder at times.”

A flash of teeth.

“Not mine, however.” Insinuated: Their fear keeps them safe.

[burning_evil]

His shades disappear and his eyes are blue, so blue as they stare into Michael's with a hint of amusement.

'On the contrary,' he says, 'their indecision and weakness makes them all the easier to sway.'

Pause.

'And the ones that wield their faith like it's the strongest thing they have,' he smiles, 'they're the ones that are brittle enough to snap.'

Insinuated: nothing keeps them safe.

[arch_messenger]

“Some,” Michael concedes. “Though, I personally give many the chance to redeem themselves at the hour of death.”

A proper smile plants itself on his face, superior in air.

“You think you have them, but in the end you often don’t.”

Insinuated: All can be saved. If they wish it.

[burning_evil]

He hates it when things try to look superior in front of him. Especially thigns like this.

'And in the end, I often do,' he points out. 'In most cases, they're mine their entire lives.'

In his view, humans are mainly his by default. They are, after all, given an impossible set of rules and no guidance from the so-called Management. People left to themselves are not strong enough to maintain control. Not for an entire lifetime.

'They don't even know it - and they don't think they want to be saved.'

[arch_messenger]

Michael raises an eyebrow.

“But that’s just it. Deathbed repentance saves many. I would know.”

Two manicured hands come together to rest on his stomach, the fingers interlaced.

The smile hasn’t gone, but it looks more kind. “In the human’s justice system, actions are judged above all. At death, intentions are judged. And very few ever truly have evil intentions.”

[burning_evil]

Satan laughs and its genuine.

'You're sitting there, preaching to me about humans and their intentions?'

Oh please.

'I see that I remember the insufferability of angels correctly. So,' he says, as though talking to a small child, 'you're meaning to tell me that when a human steals, its actually OK because they didn't mean to? Or have you all become more lenient with your pathetic dogma and that 'commandment' about stealing no longer applies? Maybe it doesn't count as evil anymore, hmm?'

He supposes that Heaven has to do something in order to save some souls. The odds are so firmly stacked in his favour these days.

[arch_messenger]

“The commandments.” No more smile. “If broken, they harm someone else. That is why they are there to be obeyed. But do you honestly believe we would condemn someone who steals from the rich to give to the poor?”

Michael’s eyes are half lidded; his gaze speaks volumes about the importance of this kind of person to him.

“Intentions are everything. As long as the motivation for his crime isn’t one of the deadly sins…chances are I’ll be the last thing he sees before moving on.”

[burning_evil]

'Who said anything about giving to the poor?'

It hadn't occured to him they'd be talking about one of those types of thieves. Its not like there are many of them around anymore.

'Stop preaching. I don't need you to educate me on your methods - its not like I don't see people on their deathbeds and make sure they stay mine, on occasion.' If he thinks they're worth it.

His tone towards Michael is now one of contempt. Self-righteousness never did sit well with him.

[arch_messenger]

Michael laughs, seeming surprised Satan tired of it so quickly. Also seeming condescending.

He leans further back, looking satisfied at a job well done.

“Well as long as we’ve established that people do Good as much--if not more--than they do evil,” his arms open, “then I need not say more.”

[burning_evil]

An eyebrow goes up. 'Oh? Did we decide that?'

He looks confused.

'I must have tuned out when you made your decisive point on the matter. As far as I'm concerned, you've proved nothing. Or indeed, said anything worth listening to.'