#angelofthepit

The angel was cleaning the blade of her weapon for maintenance, humming softly to herself -of the few sounds that she could really make- and with eyes fixated on the thin reflective surface of the rapier.

Clearly the face of someone that genuinely enjoyed her job.

"But could you take Death?" Abbadon says appearing from a black fog in his true form behind Canticum.

Son of a bitch-

Canticum swiftly put a foot or so between her and Abaddon and turned around in one fluid motion, the shock on her face replaced by a calm smile.

"Do you have any way in contacting Asmodeus? I, wish to try and reconnect with him as I did you... oh! Before I forgot..." reaching back into the same mist he came from Death would pull a massive blackened blade from it

"It has no Scabbard, but... it should serve you nicely. Made of the same material as my Scythe... do enjoy"

@angelofthepit

"What is this, some Goetic ball? Did you turn into Sera while you were gone and now, you're here to lecture me? You don't have to full name me, my dude."

"Yeah, I can give Ozzie a call right now," Satan answered while retrieving his old brick of a phone. Of course, the most destructive sin would need something sturdier than cheap plastic.

"Might get his secretary, though. Or his boyfriend. They hold onto his phone sometimes."

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