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Two words:
Cloud whales.
Surely one of you incompetents can manage the alchemical success for some manner of handsome reward?
In the absence of certain things precious things and lovers, I find myself breeding quite the nostalgia. Cloud whales will do. Atziluth was a climate most favourable to their sort.
...ah. The Lord Lucifer has gone astray, I see ~ ? Impudent, vile creature, how dare - how dare the thing do as he would, as he willed, as he - leaving me here, really, now... One wonders how the contender will now fare. Sleep the deeper, perhaps.
I extend most jubilant condolences, God-not-God: it must be so displeasing to lose the one creature that will hear your rambling and pay it heed and call it wisdom. Tisk
As for the Devil's belle du jour, well, ladies of the world and industry will certainly manage, yes ~ ? Always patrons biding by, always proposals. Granted, they can't all be former Lords of Heaven, now labouring under their own little unsavoury piece of burning land, but...
There was talk of a kill, earlier. Of killing. Such trivial teasing, when promises go fully without delivery... and still. Suppose one were inclined to murder, in this day and City? How would one go about it, I won~der?