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Go ahead. Keep seeing us the way you do. I wonder how many layers it's going to have to take before a woman decides to put something in your insides. That's going to be fun to watch.

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Go ahead. Keep seeing us the way you do. I wonder how many layers it's going to have to take before a woman decides to put something in your insides. That's going to be fun to watch.

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avispatr Replied β Itβs fine to use your own, just not as a commercial product. Itβs barbaric.β
"WHOOT ABOOT T'E LEAT'ER TANNERS!? T'E ALCHEMISTS? TO TREAT FUNGAL INFECTIONS. One man alone joost cannae piss enough to keep up. T'e taxes will effect so many industries."
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"I meant no disrespect, good gentlemen."
"βYou're quite fine, that man is just a thorn in my scales."
Send me 'π΅βπ«' to find my muse alone in the aftermath of a fight (let's go with Clem!)
Three against one was hardily fair, a trio of sinners against one imp. Course, Clementine had dealt with worse odds, and while she was a little rusty, she'd held her own and sent two of them running while dragging their friend along with them.
"Thats right! Go fuck yourself! This imp ain't for sale bitches!" She yelled after them, spitting a glob of blood onto the sidewalk while shaking her fist at them. She was a bit roughed up, and she was going to feel it in the morning, a slight limp which she ignored. Again, she'd dealt with worse.
Until she saw someone who didn't look like they fit the area at all, bright gleaming feathers. A Goetia? She didn't let her gaze linger, Goetia's often meant trouble... well most of them anyway, there were a select few Gritt and Patch got on with.
Jesus Christ Paimon

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"He cares more about his breeding program than he does the sanctity of hell's elite. What is the point of perfect arranged couples when the current monarchy leaves much to be desired? Individuals might be powerful in theory but they do nothing with that power but faff around and create meaningless drama amongst one another. It's a shit show that does not reflect well. The sinners think the Ars Goetia are a bunch of ineffective inbred snobs. How much times have changed..."
@avispatr said: "did someone say racism?"
"Are not all non-Garleans but merely savages in dire need of lessons in respect & decorum? Destroying the star we live on, as if they are like mongrel beasts."
She says savages like it's a slur-
With Nocturnus in royal custody, the current threat was dealt with. But now, Lucifer, Paimon and Baal had to think of a way to tell the rest of the Goetia about Patch.
That he'd mutated, evolved. Patch wasn't against returning Athos's title and property to the Goetia, he'd left it pretty much untouched, he still had the Ivory Estate he called home. And that had been gifted to him by Lucifer when he became Baron. But Pride was his home, and he intended to keep his previous arrangement of travelling between Wrath and Pride. He'd not meddle in Goetia affairs, not unless asked by Lucifer or there was something illegal he'd noticed. He did want to work with Hell's authority....
It just seemed like they didn't want to work with him.
Patch took a deep slow breath, staring at the odd birds in a nearby tree of Lucifer's garden. He was very tried.