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//My art block blessed me with HIM lol

Y'all why is Tyco so fine though? He has no right

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Behold a chronically tired man pressing his face into his hand. He has no words. Only regrets.

" You don't wanna know the stuff Angel Dust leaves laying around the hotel. Next expensive sex toy I find I'm throwing in the fireplace. "

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Arackniss is known to either sneer or flinch when his human name is called out-- when it comes to Nonna, though, it earns a small smile. Even if he was nervy enough to sneer and face the wrath of her rolled up newspaper (or the gun that took out nonno)-- it's hard not to smile at someone so genuinely... decent. "Chao, Nonna~" He says as he returns the hug.

"It's-- not mine. Jus'... ran int' some trouble on the way." Some ass hole really wanted his parking spot. Some asshole didn't think Arackniss could stab him in the gut sixteen times before he got that pistol out of his belt loop.

... Son of a bitch better have hobbled off. If he bleeds all over Nellie--

"Sì, signora. Cosa sta cucinando?" He asks as he backsteps towards the kitchen.

♡ " Adrian, tesoro mio~ " The old woman threw her arms around her grandson and pulled him into a tight hug. " Come here , look ... the blood, you have tears? " She inspected his clothing for stains, for tears in the fabric. " You wash up, e ti cucino qualcosa, ok? "

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Delphine nods and draws a breath. Yes. Calm yourself. She had no reason to believe Paimon would react as Baal had-- Even if their previous conversations held no merit (she's come to him with questions before, and while he too has told her not to get involved-- it wasn't because he thought her irrational or hallucinating-- it was because he too was aware of the situation at hand and had put measures it place to handle it)-- he had already proven as much simply by allowing her into this space.

Patch had gone to Lucifer after their talk in the hopes that undoing such an action was as easy as doing it. A wave of his hand created that arm-- could a wave of his hand take back the magic that came with it? Yet Patch had not returned. Apparently it wasn't something that could be so easily undone... but he was under Lucifer's protection until they found a solution.

Crystalline eyes widen at the sight of the golden blood hitting the floor-- not from fear, but from aw.

Paimon's blood is holy? That makes sense, he too is a fallen angel.

"Does... holy magic often grab onto other creatures when a king uses magic?" She asks. Irregular... that means it doesn't happen often, but this has happened before... and Paimon knows how to handle it.

She takes a deep breath. "I spoke to Lord Baal. He believes I'm chasing ghosts and told me to keep my mouth shut."

Something she is very aware she is doing the exact opposite of by seeking a different council.

"... And I implore your forgiveness for not doing as instructed, but I have heard whispers of things that cannot be ignored. Pentagram City's streets are growing more constant with whispers of rebellion as we speak."

She might be silenced after this-- she has one last chance to ask to be heard.

"--Patch's holy powers came from Lucifer-- because Lucifer used his magic to regrow one of Patch's arms. If word gets out that all it takes is a small amount of angelic cells in order to give a hellborn or a sinner that kind of unfathomable power... there is already unrest. There has been unrest in hellborns since the imp escaped execution, and... you yourself have verbalized the power the sinners believe they hold now that they have killed angels."

One of her hands clenches, and she covers it with the other.

"... If you think me unruly, I will renounce my title here, before you, place my crown on this table, and leave here without another word... but I will not sit and pretend I don't the makings of war."

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@copaceticjillybean: Jillian arches an eyebrow at the imp, "Well, otha than that being QUITE the think to should in public, it's simply not true." She adjusts her glasses, smirking slightly. "Jus' gotta be creative is all."

"Do not correct me when I am trying to get my dad to notice how much I don't care what he thinks."

In other words, Cash, somewhere, had breathed his name-- and he's not handling it well.

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Those who work as actors under Tyco are expected to have several plays worth of lines memorized at a time.

If they're planning to do West Side Story, and a member of the nobility (or highly respected overlord) appears at the door and says they want to see Macbeth, they're doing Macbeth.

If someone fumbles over a line or in any way makes his production house look bad in front of said nobility or overlord, he will personally hand that person over to be dealt with however said person in power sees fit.

Likewise, if a show receives a bad review (that Tyco agrees with-- review bombing because the lead actress won't sleep with you does not count as a bad review in his eye), and there are particular cast members to blame, Tyco will kill them himself, and toss their bodies into the break room while they regenerate as a reminder to the rest of the cast.

Acting is a cut-throat business.

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"YOU CAN'T BLOW A BIRD, DAD!"

"THEY DON'T HAVE DICKS!"

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"The devil is evil! Truly a plot twist worthy of M. Night Shyamalan."

"As in that's actually a twist of M. Night Shyamalan's. The killer in the elevator was Lucifer."

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Her future child is being insulted.

So is its father-- but he's more than capable of handling himself-- and it's thrilling to watch.

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She takes a deep breath. "I spoke to Lord Baal. He believes I'm chasing ghosts and told me to keep my mouth shut."

Something she is very aware she is doing the exact opposite of by seeking a different council.

"... And I implore your forgiveness for not doing as instructed, but I have heard whispers of things that cannot be ignored. Pentagram City's streets are growing more constant with whispers of rebellion as we speak."

She might be silenced after this-- she has one last chance to ask to be heard.

"--Patch's holy powers came from Lucifer-- because Lucifer used his magic to regrow one of Patch's arms. If word gets out that all it takes is a small amount of angelic cells in order to give a hellborn or a sinner that kind of unfathomable power... there is already unrest. There has been unrest in hellborns since the imp escaped execution, and... you yourself have verbalized the power the sinners believe they hold now that they have killed angels."

One of her hands clenches, and she covers it with the other.

"... If you think me unruly, I will renounce my title here, before you, place my crown on this table, and leave here without another word... but I will not sit and pretend I don't the makings of war."

"Thank you-- tea sounds lovely." She says after taking a seat. While she wasn't willing to accept anything from Baal-- it seems rude to refuse such things here (and she believes she actually has a chance of not coming across as rude this time).

She adjusts her posture-- sitting on the edge of her seat as to not slouch against the back and folding her hands in her lap. "Before I begin-- may I ask what you know of the holy fire situation? I don't want to waste your time going over what you're already aware of."

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"Thank you-- tea sounds lovely." She says after taking a seat. While she wasn't willing to accept anything from Baal-- it seems rude to refuse such things here (and she believes she actually has a chance of not coming across as rude this time).

She adjusts her posture-- sitting on the edge of her seat as to not slouch against the back and folding her hands in her lap. "Before I begin-- may I ask what you know of the holy fire situation? I don't want to waste your time going over what you're already aware of."

After what had just transpired-- and knowing full well that she had stepped out of line in order to do this, Delphine wasn't sure if she was expecting her familiar to come back empty handed... or if she was expecting it to come back with a letter from one of Paimon's subordinates telling her to know her place.

When it did return, letter in mouth, she paused. That was. Very fast.

She blinks before taking the letter and opening it cautiously.

Her eyes proceed to nearly fall out of their sockets.

He's willing to listen? He's willing to take this seriously?

Another sigh, this time of relief, sounds as she hoists herself from the rickety stool. All her life, her parents had spoken of Paimon with far more reverence than they spoke of the other kings... and perhaps she's learning why.

She quickly makes her way to Luke's mirror, making certain she looks put together enough for an audience with the king. Once finished, she dispels the ice from the poor hellhound's apartment and opens a much larger portal.

She needs to cast out every thought that was told to her and go to Paimon with the same proof and conviction she had prior. He might find merit in her words.

So she steps into the portal and finds herself on the outskirts on the castle, where she presents the letter to the guards.

"I have been invited for an audience with His Majesty."

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She's yoinking Yuki under one arm and Phel under her other.

"We're going to the zoo. Anyone else want to come?"

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After what had just transpired-- and knowing full well that she had stepped out of line in order to do this, Delphine wasn't sure if she was expecting her familiar to come back empty handed... or if she was expecting it to come back with a letter from one of Paimon's subordinates telling her to know her place.

When it did return, letter in mouth, she paused. That was. Very fast.

She blinks before taking the letter and opening it cautiously.

Her eyes proceed to nearly fall out of their sockets.

He's willing to listen? He's willing to take this seriously?

Another sigh, this time of relief, sounds as she hoists herself from the rickety stool. All her life, her parents had spoken of Paimon with far more reverence than they spoke of the other kings... and perhaps she's learning why.

She quickly makes her way to Luke's mirror, making certain she looks put together enough for an audience with the king. Once finished, she dispels the ice from the poor hellhound's apartment and opens a much larger portal.

She needs to cast out every thought that was told to her and go to Paimon with the same proof and conviction she had prior. He might find merit in her words.

So she steps into the portal and finds herself on the outskirts on the castle, where she presents the letter to the guards.

"I have been invited for an audience with His Majesty."

He'd been studying in his library for the last several minutes, his letters composed for coming affairs and active correspondences that had been opened. When the cold entered his home and a little dragonling found its way in his presence.

Reading over the letter he would raise an eye.

How curious? The young goetia wanted a audience with him. Proper decorum usually meant that one was called on by him, not the other way around. Delphine would have known this, meaning whatever was amiss here was worth it to her to break with tradition.

Time would tell.

The King would grip his pen, dipping it in ink to make his response.

" 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖐 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. 𝕴𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖎𝖘 𝖆𝖓 𝖎𝖒𝖕𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖎𝖙 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖇𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖙 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖘𝖔𝖔𝖓. 𝕸𝖞 𝖒𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝖗𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖋𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖞, 𝕷𝖆𝖉𝖞 𝕯𝖊𝖑𝖕𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖊. - 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧

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"You have? Do you know what spurred them on this time?"

She didn't think it was coincidence that as soon as she spoke of sinners starting a potential rebellion, talk of sinners going against the goetia was suddenly the hot topic of conversation... but this one would know better than she would if he's lived among them.

Rather than living, holed up in a castle, claiming to know things simply because he had existed for an extended period of time.

"Hostility?" She asks, her head tilting.

"... More so than usual?" She continues, taking an uncertain step closer.

Does he see it too?

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"Hostility?" She asks, her head tilting.

"... More so than usual?" She continues, taking an uncertain step closer.

Does he see it too?

✧ ☾ " All of this hostility toward my family.. while they aren't perfect, hatred will end up digging two graves. "

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It was snowing outside. At least for one city block, it was snowing, in Hell, in July.

Fortunately, something similar happened last year. Something about Christmas in July.

...But this snowfall was not born from a desire to spark joy, no, this snowfall came from a distressed young Goetia pacing about in her bodyguard's apartment because she couldn't go home-- not until she killed her chambermaid for apparently giving out her every action and word to Baal... and then renounced her title to her father in order to escape whatever prison-marriage Baal had planned to keep her compliant.

An image flashed inside her mind, and she stopped her frantic pacing... if only long enough to glare at the small dragon perched on the back of a miserable looking sofa.

"No. I'm not sicking another king on my father."

Again, the same image flashed, this time accompanied by the words that swirled around in her mind whilst she was in that carriage.

...Mother and father rave about King Paimon almost to the point of worship, yet they rarely speak of Baal.

The princess sighs-- an act which causes a layer of frost to coat the sofa.

... Perhaps it can't hurt... so long as she stresses that this is entirely her idea, and that she has every intention of cutting all ties with her father once this is said and done.

A wave of her hands conjures parchment and paper, and she settles herself on the island that separates the tiny kitchen from the living room in order to write.

Your Grace, I request a moment of your time to discuss the rumors growing from our latest mystery. If you see no reason to discuss such matters, please do not take time from your duties to respond. - With all due respect, Delphine.

Another sigh incases the poor hellhound's refrigerator in ice as she seals the letter and places it in the mouth of her tiny messenger.

"Don't make a nuisance of yourself," she warns as a tiny portal opens, and the glassy messenger flies through.

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I gave Delphine a dragon-familiar because Andrealphus has a dragon. The plan was to change its appearance as she grows into her own.

However...

She is starting to give this vibe.