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[demon_viggo]

I'M GOING TO KILL THAT LITTLE SHIT THAT LAUNCHED THOSE POTATOES!

*proceeds on for another half an hour*

Someone get me a virgin. Or a lot of virgins. This is going to be a long fucking night.

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back again and very cranky

[demon_lilith]

*Lilith re-appears at Viggo's side and dumps and unconscious woman in his lap before throwing herself down and pouting dramatically*

Sorry Viggo, no angel for snacking on, but I brought you this. She might be a little spicy... Cajun y'know... stringy too... she's a fundamentalist. Virgins over the age of twelve aren't easy to find in that part of the country... not that it's any loss. I forgot what absolute pains in the ass innocents can be. Fucking clueless. Bloody pain in the ass angels. Makes me wonder why I bother.

*Lilith's nose wrinkles at the lingering stink of potato in the air.*

Oh, and when you're done disembowelling your present... how about we go find whoever shot at you and shove a rat up their ass? Preferably a hungry one.

Re: back again and very cranky

[demon_viggo]

*looks down at the unconscious woman*

Better than nothing I suppose.

*Turns back to Lilith, since the woman will be unconscious for a little longer*

You know why angels are fun? Because like us, they do not die. But unlike us, you can watch their eyes as you teach them new things and their horror at that point is quite worth it.

*smirks*

Re: back again and very cranky

[demon_lilith]

So if we wanted to coax the potato angel out for a little game of hid the rat... how do you suggest we do it? He's likely experienced enough that he would recognize either one of us... so that trick I was using with baby Sean isn't going to work.

*Lilith leans forward to look over the prezzie she gave Viggo*

If you were to lay that 'thing' across the hood of your car and start disassembling it in clear view... do you suppose one of those good little boys or girls would come down to try and slap our fingers?

Re: back again and very cranky

[demon_viggo]

Depends on who the potato angel is. He's going to die anyway, or wish he would.

*glowers and kicks the woman at his feet*

There's only one way to know for sure.

*Hefts her up on the car hood and lengthens his nails until it's nice and pointy. He can't even resist the little smirk as he slices her skin open messily with his nails*