❝    i caught one of your lectures, earlier. the tail end, if you will.      ❞                  his voice is foreboding, even in his human guise. skull cants to the side. as if observing the man.                           ❝     quite impressive, i must say.   i always loved literature.    words are capable of many a beautiful thing, ere many a damning consequence.    it's ... magical.  ❞                      the defiler draws from his cigarette, standing outside the university gates.  delicate fingers sweep strands of pitch from his empyrean features,    with each movement he makes he leaves a trail of elegance.       perhaps even the whisperings of the dead, if one listened close enough. lucifere was far too flamboyant to fully guise himself as mortal.         ❝     louie ferre.   ❞                  he finally says, his form jingling with jewel as he outstretches a hand to the other. ideally, it would be kissed. but these humans were uncultured, uncouth, as ever.                                  ❝     though i am sure you have heard of me.  you would be moran, would you not?      how lovely.     ❞             pearl teeth glint with a sinister joy.         ❝     what tales do you have to tell, i wonder?   ❞  

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