#arseg0etia

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Candy Corn: What food disgusts you the most?

"Human feet, some of you ought to be ashamed of yourselves."

Eerie: One thing that always creeps you out?

"I've committed countless horrifying war crimes in my near millennia of existence. I've seen things that would render humans speechless for the rest of their natural born lives. Nothing makes my scales crawl."

"Et sous les grands arbres noirs~ Chaque soir Vers lui vont tous mes espoirs~"

Alastor sang quietly to himself as he strolled down the more classier part of Pentagram City, He was feeling a bit peckish and rich demons always had an interesting flavor.... like expensive beef he had once when he was alive.

Pentious didn’t often expect many letters, he so rarely got them anymore, aside from the bills and rent and perhaps one or two magazines he had subscriptions to, so when he found one inside his mailbox in the flat lobby, one so clearly of great importance given that it was sealed with a wax stamp, he took it with great confusion, trepidation, even. The symbol was fancy enough and intricate enough for him to recognize it as a symbol of the Ars Goetia, a Prince, though the specific Prince in question vaguely alluded him, and he was quick to take himself up to his flat for some small amount of privacy to read it. He had to take a moment to find his reading glasses (small print was a bit more cumbersome to read with a snout in the way) but when he finally slit open the envelope and pull out the letter, he found himself beginning to scan over the fancy cursive with great intensity.