The High Devil casually poured himself and Blake a glass of wine. He grabbed his glass and took a sip of the wine. "I don't usually ask for wine," he said, "but, then again, I've never been to a villain mansion before, if you know what I mean." He looked about. "So then, what type of villainy do you all do? I murder people."
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T̷̛̞̣̠̳̜͓̪̍̾̈͋̓͗̐́̋̐̋̍͜h̴̠̠̙̋̃ë̵̡̬̫̬̰̱ ̵̨̨̥͙̘̘̫̖͓̼̱͚̔̈́̅͛̋͝ͅų̵̨̜͖̜̠̩̻̘̮̟̫̲́̎̉̎̑́̀̕͠s̴͚̞̩̃͑͑́̏̀͒̈ụ̶̧̙̜͍̹̰̻̫̮̮̝͈͚͙̊̚͠a̸̳͙̻̟̠̻̫͔͔̩̭͖̓̽̂̀̈́̾͌͑̾̐̋͘͘̚͠ͅl̶̡̛̮̲͈̬̎̐̔̊̋̋̐̔̓̑͋́͠,̸̺̠̥͓̖̥̯̈́͋̂̊̂̃̐̓̓͂̉̽͠ ̶̮̊̏́͒̃́̑͊̂̓͠c̸̡̛̯̗͊̃̔̎̈͘͘͠ͅo̷̖̝͉͚͖̻̝͙̞͖̟͚̍̾̌̀̎͊̃͆̽̚͜͝͝͝ṋ̸̡̧̹̖͍̱͔̻̐̃̈́͐̎̈́̊̊̊͗q̶̖̪̩̯̲͔̩̫̯̝̺͕̦̘̺̿͑̈̈́̈̐̓̂̋̑̀̿̕͝͝ų̶̛̎̆͗̀̄́͂̚͝e̶̛͍͕͓͔͒̎͆̈́̀̾̇̽̌̉͝͝͝r̵̛̙̭͎̦̝͙̖̔̑͌̐̄̚͝i̵͉̦̰̗̟͕͇͖̹͖̔̏̓͛̚ṉ̷̢̧̖͉̯͙́̔̌͂͛̈́͆͘͘͝͝g̸̢̤̏̽͌͐̏̉͊̿̏̒͌̕͝ ̴̨͉͖̬̗̘̈́͜e̴͙̮̰̹̥̙̪͓͚̼̤̮͇̙͗̑͗̿̄̈́͛́̾̌̊̽͂n̷̡̛̦̘̤̐́́͒̑͌̿̇͘̚t̷̼͈̖̜̱̘̐̂͒̐͑̇̊͜͝ͅǐ̸̧̡͕̞̘̯͚̜͙̺̙̣̈̈̆̅́̈́̽͒̔̆̀̏̆ŗ̷̮͎͓̮͉̟̩̯̲̹̎̈́́͆̌̈́̀́͐̊͜e̶̢̦͖̓̓͌͒̐̿̎̍͗̔̆̕̚͘ ̶̢̡̙̥̭̘̳͉͕̩̫̦̣̫͔́̽͋͗͗̍̕͝u̶̧̝̜̟̖̯͈̠̱̿̈̀́̓̑̀̋̍̒n̷̨̞̹̈́̈́͌͛͂͜͝ͅȋ̴̢̠̳̺̱̝̝̠̪͇̩̱̳̊̒̅͆̏̔̇̇̑̈́̈ͅv̶̢͍͙̪̱̲̯̝̹̙͖̹̫͔̀̈̓̕̚e̴̡͙͎̤̤̹͋̓͘͜r̷͇̩͈̗̭̄͋͗̽̏̓̓̓̾͂̚s̵̳͎̽́͗̈́̒͒ͅę̴̲̪͔͚̦͍̩̿̔̑̆͐͐͘̕͜ͅŝ̷̢̜̱̮̞̞̦̞̋́̆̈́̆͝͝͝͝ ̵̜͇̪̞̍̎̔͌̆͐͠a̵̢̠̪̻̱̬̺̥̜̦̲̗̠͕͐̀͋̂̽ͅň̷̡͖̱͖̂̇̆̾̅̑͐̕̚͜ḓ̸̤̺̝̦̮͌̍̎̅̆̉̆́͌̾̈͌̓̏͜ ̵̝̻̤̝͙͖͓͓̣͉͎̼͑͗̍͆̔͛̓̀͂k̷̢̧͇͍̠̯̱̯̣̓̑͛̈̄̄̽̎̈̅͐̔̈́̊̚i̷̩͛̈́̔͘̚ĺ̵͍̦̤̺̰͉͔̝̩̀̈́̄͐̆̈́̏̏̇͝l̷̡̢̛̛̫̘̪̙͙̞̼͈̣̟̈́̽̿̏̓̿̄̀̋̽͛̓͝i̴̢͙̱͇̦̫͓͊̍̽͗̒͊̕͘̚͜n̵̠̬̙͚̪̘̩͓̗̠̤̮̣̼̪͒̅͊̂͐̍̓̾̊̈́́͋͛̕̚g̵̨̙̯̝̙͂̄̂̀͌͜ ̵͖̀̆͑̊̚͝ą̶̧̛͕͎̜̭̟͖̻̯͎̟̞͂͂͒͜͝l̴̡̛̛͇̲͙̺̺̫̄̎̿̔͌͂̎̓̈́̃́̔͝l̵̨̮̙͍̘̯̯͖͔̭̳̈́̃́͜͜ ̵̛̥̰͍͇̂̇̿̆̅́͗ͅỉ̷̙̬̠̠̯̓͗͘n̵͈͇̯̒́̎s̵̨̡̛̩̙̫̟̱͍̎̎̊̍̂̀̀̒͠͝i̸̖̓͒̆̒̒̈͐̆́̈́̀́̏̉͠d̸̤͑̔̑̆͆͑̆́̅͆̏̌͛̅̚ê̶̩͍̰̭̠̣̠̎͛͂̀́̓̔̀͂͒́͋̓̚ ̴̻̥̤͈̺̟̝̳̘͗͆́̔̈́̓̅ͅt̴̺͕̝̫̠̭̋̉̈̂͗̒̈́̍͆̆̿̈́͜h̶͕̭̅̊̀͂͂͒ȩ̵̙̱̠̬̣͇͔̘̎́͠,̵͖̻̘̥̀͋͌͊̍͐̈́̒.̷̨̙̼̮͈̓͒͌̿̈̋̓̐̏ͅ
"He said that he conquers universes and kills everyone in them."
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"I play games," Blake said happily, accepting the second glass from the tray. "Games with the affairs of mortals, mostly. It's quite fun. This wine is for everyone, by the way, if they would like some."
"Sounds like fun," said The High Devil. "Wish I could take over universes. That would be fun. But, alas, I cannot." He took another sip of his wine. "The devil of Political Power would have my head for that."
The mist flies back into Zaran's nose, making it bleed, profusely.
"I'll take some, I know the kid can't, he isn't old enough.. I think. But I know I am much older than… all of you."
"In that case…" Luci poured herself a glass of wine. "I do what's appealing to me at the time. Sometimes, simply meddling with the mortals of the Overworld, others, causing mass extinctions."
"And Lust would have my head for games of affairs." He sipped his wine. He didn't tell them that he was ace. That would be light torture. Nonetheless, his head would be given to those two devils, but he can revive himself from attacks by the devils. Besides, he was king of the devils.
"But I'd probably kill them for killing me," he commented.
The mist flies back into Zaran's nose, making it bleed, profusely.
"I'll take some, I know the kid can't, he isn't old enough.. I think. But I know I am much older than… all of you."
"Age. Figurative. I was 'born' around 1400 C.E., so anyone could claim that. Even all the other devils. Especially all the devils."
"It's your call," Blake replied, pouring out glass for the Black Sun. "Here you go. Ah, High Devil, are you sure you don't want me to help you with your coat? It can't be pleasant to sit in a puddle like that."
"People have tried to kill me many a times, but failed, quite horribly I might add." Zaran's body was still draining blood.
He looked around the room, far too young, far too old. His eyes rested on Blake. Just right. Mortals were never really for him, but halfies and immortals where always his favorite. He did have to settle for mortals at some times, though their boy would deteriorate far too quickly for his liking.
That is why he took over the Angel's universe. Oh how he couldn't WAIT to get back and make Lola his again… she was so strong… so beautiful… so… immortal.
The mist flies back into Zaran's nose, making it bleed, profusely.
"I'll take some, I know the kid can't, he isn't old enough.. I think. But I know I am much older than… all of you."
"Age. Figurative. I was 'born' around 1400 C.E., so anyone could claim that. Even all the other devils. Especially all the devils."
"Listen buddy, I met the devils, they called me old man."
"It's your call," Blake replied, pouring out glass for the Black Sun. "Here you go. Ah, High Devil, are you sure you don't want me to help you with your coat? It can't be pleasant to sit in a puddle like that."
The High Devil merely sipped his wine. "I'll be fine. Lust has tried to drown me before and, with my luck, you'll start drying me off and she'll appear out of nowhere."
A loud thunk, followed by an even louder "OW!" was heard off in the mansion somewhere.
"See?"
The mist flies back into Zaran's nose, making it bleed, profusely.
"I'll take some, I know the kid can't, he isn't old enough.. I think. But I know I am much older than… all of you."
"Age. Figurative. I was 'born' around 1400 C.E., so anyone could claim that. Even all the other devils. Especially all the devils."
"Listen buddy, I met the devils, they called me old man."
"Sure. But that's not my point. I am young for a devil. I'll take a clean bet that I am one of the youngest in this room."
Tiffany walks around to see what she can do to the place
((i i need to know this
which characters are just normal human beings here i stg))
(Not mine)
Blake glanced up at the sound of the thump. "Ah. Yes. Do you think she'll want a drink? I may have to fetch another bottle at this rate."
(not mine lol)
((rainbow, listen. that was clear to me when I first joined this))
(I'm sorry)
(Not mine)
(well darn it that would have been hilarious to me)
Blake glanced up at the sound of the thump. "Ah. Yes. Do you think she'll want a drink? I may have to fetch another bottle at this rate."
"Maybe. Maybe not." He took a sip of his wine. "She might just crush on you all. In the love way. She is the devil of Lust, after all."
(like there are just a buncha immortal beings and there is that one human. so basically the "hey, how y'all doing?" tiktok))