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in a low nod the imp pitter patters towards the kitchen, opening up a little door to grab the fine good wine for his majesty. pitter patting back towards the king with a glass in hand just for the celestial himself " a fresh glass of the oldest wine. " he propped over the bottle, slowly pouring it, tiny hand handed the glass up to the goeatia

" ... "

" AHAHOO ! of course ! you know me so well ! fetch that old red , you know the one. " paimon doesn't remember the name of it.

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Anything to say about Father’s Day?

" i think its a wonderful , as a father myself my child surprised me and mister husband with handmade gifts "

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I am the 𝗦𝗡𝗔𝗞𝗘 and I am the ˢⁱˡᵉⁿᶜᵉ an animal's rib picked ＣＬＥＡＮ.

━━━━━━╋ ⸼ . 𖤐 ⸼ .╋━ │ # ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ │ ━╋ ⸼ . 𖤐 ⸼ .╋━━━━━━

LOW — MEDIUM ACTIVITY. PRIVATE. INDEPENDENT. SELECTIVE writing blog for LUCIFER from the ADULT animated web series Hazbin Hotel. this representation focus is of canon ╱ & . ╲ headcanon reenactments. NOT affiliated with V.ivienne M.edrano. psalm by mid ( 25, she / her ) . est february 2024. revamped june 2024. ( promo made by rory )

━━╋ ⸼ . 𖤐 ⸼ .╋━ │ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴘɪɴɴᴇᴅ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ │ ━╋ ⸼ . 𖤐 ⸼ .╋━━

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imp tail swayed only just lightly, you can tell from the way his mustache was slightly raised. of course no one is around but it was the participle of sticking to where he belongs he was just a simple imp, a simple imp butler. yellow eyes watches as the kind himself stumbled, steadying himself as if he was about to fall over. " i didn't see anything . my eyes were closed sir ."

he did as he was told, he jumped ontop of the chair there was a slight little struggle but he wiggled himself up there. setting himself onto chair he instantly spuned, a little gasp left him but nothing else for he wasn't fazed once the chair stopped moving, everything was spinning, the imp kicked his little feet " that was delightful ! "

in the privacy of his own office , he'll allow it. there are no prying ears nor eyes & if they were , they certainly knew better than to question the king. paimon rises from the seat on unsteady feet --- dizzier than he expected ! what a funny , interesting feeling. hands move to steady himself by spreading out & promptly collecting himself. " you didn't see that. "

but then paimon's making a shooing motion , standing behind the chair now in turn. " go on ! sit before i change my mind. " & promptly giving it a solid spin once the butler's settled.

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@paymons wine? i love wine!

"sir would you like some wine? "

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Would you do it for the vine?

" i do not understand ? do what for what wine? "

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is Pringles related to you?

" i dont believe so ? maybe a nephew ? hmm? "

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What picture does your muse(s) have as their phone’s lock screen?

honestly mister butler has a photo of mister husband & kid on lock screen but he switches to paimon when his king is around :) there is also stolas photos in there of when he was a little birdy + now. he just has a photo album for a lock screen

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## 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐒. an essay on 𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐀, an independent portrayal of stolas' mother as mentioned in 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔲𝔳𝔞 𝔟𝔬𝔰𝔰.

but tell me, does she kiss - like I used to kiss you? does it feel the same, when she calls your name? somewhere deep inside you must know I miss you. but what can I say? 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐝. the judges will decide ! the likes of me abide. spectators of the show always staying low. the game is on again ! a lover or a friend - a big thing or a small, the winner takes it all !

semi - selective, low activity , mutuals only, minors dni. est. 2024 . pinned by 𝔥𝔞𝔫 ( 24 , she/her or they/them ) sideblog to @/aracniss.

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" yes a stool would be pleasant . " the little imp yellow gleaming eyes stared up at the sinner. he usually has much distain with sinner as they all smell strange even this one, a strange stench of death. mustache wiggled as his ow features were unmoved. the imp himself wouldn't like to make a deal with such . . . creatures yet he needed work to proved his family " i am here to seek out work, a favor perhaps ? " he mentioned hoping that this favor will give him some income or at least something. it was a risk mister butler was willing to take

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Well this is mildly interesting -- an imp coming to them to make a deal it seems, Alastor has made deals with many but never before a little one like them in fact Alastor is entertained when one usually comes to them it's because they want to make a deal, wants a favor of some sort whatever could an imp demon want? " Perhaps you wish for a stool?" Alastor asks teasingly, what else could a little thing like them want? the only other little one he's got in their possession is that little bug child they adopted as their own child but this is different, he's got a couple of lower status demons working for them. " I am teasing. What sort of business do you wish to do? what could it be that you seek?" All in seriousness Alastor actually is interested, truly they are. Over the radio he has their favorite song playing lowly everything is better with a song.

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headcanon !

mister butler has to read scrolls of paimon's children's names to his king there are probably thousands of children's names . . . . . for his own king doesn't remember their names . . . . proof < this post

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@paymons sent : tell me another story about mr . husband !

yellow gleaming eyes stares up the king who was laying in bed already tucked in. " hmm " there was a small pause as if pandering for a moment to re. there was so many great moments with his love " aaahaaa ! me & mr . husband during one of your balls we decided to dance in garden " he humed softly as if it was a small giggle escaping his little mustache before blinking " it was one of my favorite moment. its were i grew to fall deeply in love with mr . husband "

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── do you have a question that can't be answered ? do the stars frighten you by their heaviness * & their endless number ? does it bother you , that mercy is so difficult to understand ?

#paymons , an indie & lore based portrayal of king paimon from helluvaboss. oc & crossover friendly. written by rory. minors dni. est. 5/14/24. see pinned for rules & about.

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*tugs at his mustache*

" excuse me, you are being very RUDE " he spoke in a very monotone voice, yellow eyes gleamed up towards the moth demon. " shall i do the same? oh wait you are hairless. how UNFORTUNATE "

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Without sharing something that could endanger your livelihood and job, what is a little known fact that you have learned about your employer or one of his connections?

" what i learned about my king, he enjoys bubble baths with especial oil and bathbombs, they love pamper themselves, it is by far my FAULT as i accidently put far to much bubbles in a bath once & it wasn't the SAME after that. " the imps mustache moved up as if it was a smile but barely noticeable

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What is one of you fondest memories, during your time working under the Royal Family?

the imp stares off trying to remember his fondest memory. his souless eyes had a small shimmer within them " you wouldn't believe me but Paimon was so excited about my wedding after that he went all out making that day QUIET SPECIAL"

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Mister butler stares blankly towards his beloved king, lifting head up high. yellow eyes glowed as the black pupil moved looking down at the spinning chair. " hmm? " a curious flat toned ruffled though mustache . arms rested behind back eyes following his king " only if MY KING allows it. " he politely bowed head, you can tell with just his flat tone he was merely excited to give it a try

PAIMON'S LEARNED TO READ the imp by now , that soulless look in his eyes means he's quite pleased ! mirroring the king's own evident amusement across his masked features , mister butler was one of few privy to emotions that could otherwise be seen as unbecoming around other goetia. " just between us , " he drawls , leaning from his position in the chair to get closer to the tiny imp. " would you like a go ? it's quite exhilarating ! "