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         “so, like, how does one actually get into this demonology business? i always kind of thought it was like, just something people kind of did. like, how you technically need a priest for an exorcism, but if you try hard enough you just kind of do it.” 

                              She’d stolen the book. It was a just a fact, and she had no shame in it, but when the contents turned out to not be anything she really understood, she’d taken it to the only person she sort of knew who might be able to figure out what the fuck the words actually mean- and by proxy, give her an idea of it’s value on the ancient antiquities market.

             “ But it's not by bone, but yet by blade, can break the magic that the devil made. ” A glance up at Niles made it clear how deeply she didn’t believe in a word of the incantation apparently meant to banish something. “ T’fuck does this even mean? And can I SELL it? ”

Demonology... what a mess it all was. And frankly, the more that they thought about it, the more ridiculous it had seemed. True, in the past, others who had been seeds of Elohim’s will - not Solveig themselves, but others - had been summoned by human hands. To think, dear reader, that human beings would do such ridiculous things was beyond foolish.

And yet, here it was. Living proof that it was still alive and well - in this day and age. And they were certainly not young (well, young in human years) - and retired or not, there certainly was the stench of DEMON on them. Yet still, though this one was seasoned, something about him seemed rather complex, filled with a hardened sense of justice and yet a fatigue... though, one could never be certain in this day and age - their profession was waxing and waning with the times, after all.

It seemed as though the seeds of Elohim had stretched far and wide, and would continue to terrorize the poor mortals that He had granted asylum through His beautiful touch - finger to soil, all kinds of life springing with excitement to hail the morning sun.

Hah!, muses a snide Solveig as they open the door to his bakery with a delicate hand and making their way across the floor, heels clicking and clacking as they do so, what inane nonsense! 

And it is with this mentality that they approach the counter, tucking their hair behind their right ear, and say:

Dardre is living in Savannah, Georgia, and cleaning up ( scrubbing up, washing it out, Not Being Or Ending Up Like Cecily ). She’s invited her twin and her twin’s boyfriend to visit. They’re touching base.

Before that, Billy’s going to pick something up; Barbara’s mentioned that Dardre is keen on a particular bakery ( better to be bread than chemical ), and it’d be a reparation between them since their last... encounter: Dardre, steely-eyed, floating away as though weightless and cloud-made.

“I’m glad you came,” Genevieve replied softly, folding her hands in front of her. “I normally don’t.. contact people for things such as these. I’m hardly a skeptical about the paranormal, but..” Her voice trailed off for a moment, chewing on her lower lip. 

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