#application for interaction

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[He’s just worried. Also, he probably does it against Michael’s will so this one will probably be short. Love ya, mun, you’re awesome! *sends you a goat*

-Simply-Yulia]

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* Lucifer reads over the form with a sigh, and pinches the bridge of his nose. Leave it to Uriel to ignore such a simple instruction as ink color. When he speaks, it’s more exasperated than anything. *

“To think, I would have to fill out a form in order to speak with you of all beings. How very like you…” - Azrael

{ You can find more info on them here (although I still need to update some of the images/ref sheets because their hair went through some slight changes) }

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Angels ought to apply in triplicate, actually. But I’ll make an exception, as it appears you had some struggles with your pen while filling out the form. 

[Stranger is very curious to meet these devildom demons who are very different from the demons she’s used to dealing with.]

A pretty purple envelope has made it to your desk and sealed with someone’s signet. Somehow the paper in this envelope has been folded in half more than seven times, which physically speaking should be impossible, it smells faintly of stardust.

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Thank you for your application, M...

* Lucifer holds the application closer to his eyes for inspection. Hm. *

“Why did I even bother listening to a human with no braincells like you, Elena?” The demon exclaimed to the short girl in front of him. Apparently, they got teleported to some random room who-knows-where, all thanks to Purah wanting to plant a stink bomb on Lucifer’s desk—along with the application.

“Because your braincells are the reason why we’re here.” That made Purah squawk, and he was about to reply but the human named Elena just shushed him, raising her hand and putting her pointer finger to his lips. “We still don’t know where we are, or how to get out of this place. Who knows what’s lurking about within these walls?” They need to find a way out fast.

But oh, the sneaky Purah, had indeed planted a single stink bomb just under Lucifer’s chair. Elena knows not of this, and she will never know—Purah will make sure of that. It was probably activated by now...

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Purah.

Know that no matter where you are, I will find you.

For all of those who seem to be interested in more formal interaction with myself, please fill out this form and submit it here to me for review. You may also attach a personal photo, if so desired.

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