forum VILLIAN CHAT

Started December 23, 2019 by Deleted user

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He was already annoyed with this Lust character. "Do your business and LEAVE."

The door opened and Blake trotted back in, carrying a picnic basket. "I brought crumpets and fairy cakes," he announced cheerfully, then stopped. "Oh dear. Er, what happened while I was gone?"

Lust smiled at whomever walked through the door, completely ignoring anyone else. "Hiya, darling," she said, finishing just in time for The High Devil to push her through the door and slam it shut.
"Sorry, Blake," said The High Devil. "She pushed my chair over and now I got wine to clean up." He pushed the chair back into an upright position and began picking up glass fragments off the floor. "At least it was just from my glass."

"This Lust fellow came. I dislike him already. It would be a shame if I had to kill someone while enjoying my drink."

"She is a her. I hate her with a passion, but hate her demons worse." He continued to pick up glass fragments.

"Does it seem like I care?" He decides to be a little cheeky and casts an illusion spell to make it seem like all the glass was up.

(Yeah Blake's like that except is facade is "I am highkey cute and friendly all the time" lol)
"Ah. I see." Blake set down the picnic basket and went to help the High Devil, using a napkin to quickly sweep up all the spilled wine like a magician. "Well, thank-you for removing her. Do you think she's gone for good now?"

"Thank you, Blake." The High Devil said. He stood up, not believing the illusion but not caring. "And, no, I know you don't care. I'd care less myself if…" He paused, thinking his words through. "…she wasn't chasing after me all the time, thank you." he looked back at the wall. "She should be gone for now, though."

"Good. In that case, anyone for tea, now that the wine's gone?" Blake set the basket on the table and started to unpack it. "The young man who prepared this little picnic is a culinary genius, I highly recommend you try it if you're at all interested in mortal food."

The High Devil stood off to the side. "No thank you," he said. "I do not need to eat. I do not wish to eat." He sighed, frustrated that, of all the people to ruin a good time, it had to be Lust.

"Suit yourself." Blake selected a neat square of buttered toast and popped it in his mouth, eyeing the High Devil with a frown. "Pardon me for saying this, but….I'm beginning to see that this Lust person has you in a bit of a tight spot. Just how much of your life does she have control over? It doesn't quite seem fair, to me."

"obviously quite a bit of it" mused IAMUS softly "either that or our dear high demonic friend here has a temper worthy of a nuclear bomb"

"Interesting," Luci commented. "And mortal food sounds satisfactory at the moment."

The High Devil shrugged, To be honest, I would not exist without any of the devils. But Lust tends to pretend she can get away with anything. It ruins my mood because if I put her in her place, she plays victim. I have put her in her place several times, and she plays victim every time. So I let her get away with pretending to control me. Then she gets put in her place sometime later, usually during No-Kill weeks. He sighed. Does not make it less ruining. And, besides, I must rather stay polite-ish, polite for a devil anyway, than blow up on her every ten seconds.

(I am on an iPad that hates quotes and I forgot how to underline things.)

"And what type of food are you offering?" questioned IAMUS peering over at Blake "And high, demon, fellow, thing. If you need I can mess with her, I have a bit of experience with hell plane beings".

(I'm here for a bit but then I gotta go again, sry)
Blake pulled up some more chairs to the table, laying out plates and pouring cups of tea. "I brought pastries, mostly," he told Iamus and Luci. "And there's jam if you want some, I think. And yes, please tell us if there's anything we can do to help, Devil old chap! No one should be stuck in your situation if you ask me."

"I'll take a muffin if you have any" Said the spirit floating over to where Blake was seated "Chocolate chip especially are my favorite".

"Right away," Blake said, producing a pretty china bowl filled with muffins from the picnic basket. "Help yourself, there's plenty for everyone."

"No thanks," said The High Devil. "She's going to eventually pay for her crimes. I'm working that out." He dusted off his pants, then went and sat in an unoccupied chair.

(It's fine!)
"You know the situation best, of course," Blake sighed, helping himself to some tea with honey. "Do let me know if you change your mind, though." Sitting down at last, he glanced around at the ensemble. "Well then, shall we chat? I'm sure I'm not the only one with annoying hero-types to complain about, or grand schemes that just have to be shared. It's not often I get to socialize with other beings of great and terrible power such as myself—frankly I'm dying to learn more about you all."