#added the last paragraph bc “whatever Sundance had shit out that year” is just very dear to my heart

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In retrospect it's kinda funny that my porny MST3K-style Lucifer/Lilith/Paimon fic has them making fun of not just an A24 production, but the appearance of the A24 logo leads to this little exchange:

He took a first sip of what turned out to be a vodka-and-coke as a silent black-and-white logo for something called „A24“ came on, followed by some more artsy-fartsy logos and then white text on a black background.

„Oh damnation, don‘t tell me this is one of those arthouse movies…“ Paimon groaned into his chalice. „Hush, dear boy,“ Lucifer said, patting his knee. „You are sure to like this one.“ He rolled his eyes, then he read the text. Old lady, bla bla bla, beloved wife, devoted mother, cherished grandmother, funeral, burial, whatever. While the text was just hanging on a black background for way too long, a weird loud noise began to sound from the background, only to be immediately silenced when the image changed to a tree house. „I swear, if you are making me sit through some Canne bullshit, I am going to be exceedingly pissed, my King…“ he grumbled, earning himself a little pinch to his thigh. They were in something like an atelier for doll houses - obviously the abode of a complete psychopath - and soon the camera stopped at one of them and slowly, slowly, slowly started to zoom in. Paimon was about to bitch some more about how he did not want to sit through whatever piece of crap Sundance had shit out that year, when the doll house room suddenly became a real room with a teenage boy sleeping inside of it.