Mad King

“You be nice to Jesus, humans are the ones who latched onto the idea of him,” she says, giving him a stern look. “Whatever happens to him with this war, he’s brought it on himself.”

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“ can ….. c—can you s—slow down ? all of this is so f—fasci—fascinating , i w—wish to get it a—all down for l—later ….. “

“I’d describe it more as a partnership with Media,” she corrects. “I require rituals and she has a way to have them continue under a holiday that bears my name.” She bites her lip thoughtfully. “As for what is required to win a war, he’s able to get allies with the charm and skills he possesses. And I wouldn’t put it past him to already have a plan in mind that he hasn’t disclosed.” She doesn’t always like that old wolf, but she knows not to underestimate him.

 took a bite of the orange slice he had. “I love alcohol in all forms and ways, you know that” He said as he held the little straw with the umbrella on.  He smiled as he raised his glass and smiled at the man. Yep, he could easily tell it was a horrible time.

“One-eyed lying cunt? I guess he is not the role boss anyone would expect” He made a pause to look into his eyes as if he was trying to guess what it was on his head. “Why don’t you go working for me? I don’t demand sacrifice in blood. I’m old, but not old-fashioned, you know?” He asked tilting his head to the right. 

Mad Sweeney cocks an eyebrow, a playful grin tugging at his lips. “Any form and way? Any? so ye’d inhale alcoholic gas? or...drink it off someone’s mouth?”

His playful grin disappears. “Who’d expect that? Satan? Even he’s havin’ a blast in Los Angeles with his demons. He’s a fuckin’ lyin’ cunt, that’s why he fools so many of ya.” And fooled Sweeney at first too.