(Play Time : Satan welcome)

[adamdouglasjr]

Rain and smog blanketed Osaka, Japan in a thick set of misery. The hotel loft was cold, bitter with the hum of the air conditioning. Humidity made things muggy; stuffy. The television play at a low setting, some random ass Japanese game show perking away at its viewers. It was purely on for ambient sound. Adam poured himself over a numerous number

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[princess_ofhell]

She appears, sitting on the corner of the glass table top, reclining as if she were an old friend popping in to visit. She smiles at him.

"You can't make her go away Adam, you failed her"

[adamdouglasjr]

Eyes do not pass the paper before him, but those words stabbed him deep. That voice, so horrible but so cheerful. It was worse than listening to Anna’s child torture him about his life. About his woes. This was not Jaqi. This was the hellspawn that haunted him. Satan sat at the edge of the table, poised as though she were merely one of the girls from the office, offering Adam a drink.

Her voice made his quake with rage. His mind swamped with desires of murder of her, to see her in a state that she could never be able to return to any world. His eyes slid shut slowly, a soft calm rippling through his subconscious. No, he would not think bad thoughts, even if they were to Satan. He’d be a good man, and a good follower of God.

The best fake smile he could muster weaseled its way to his lips, head raising to glance at the devil in his room.

“Good evening, Luce.”

[princess_ofhell]

"Such a delightfully polite boy aren't we Adam, your parents taught you well"

She grins, a slick sly grin and then quickly reverts her expression to one of feigned innocence "Oops silly me, I forgot. Your mother wasn't there for most of it was she and your father was barely interested. I put my foot in it there didn't I? I hope you can forgive me"

She smirks and picks up the papers he is pouring over, glancing through them as if she were his teacher checking his homework. The act merely a show though, a display to let him know that his privacy is not his.

[adamdouglasjr]

A sad but sweet smile replaced that of the sour grin, letting her take the papers. Not that she’d be able to get much from them other than legal garbage. Adam leans back a bit in the brass chair, letting his hands fold into his lap. Little pain came from her comment, having covered this many times.

“It’s alright. My father did the best he knew how. And my mother loved me when she was alive. You wouldn’t know much ‘bout her, though. She went t’ a higher establishment.”