#supposed-fire-daemon

((because crack, why da’ ‘ell not?))

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the first person to submit a pacifier to me now has a child with my muse!

Renamon's eye twitched at the hell spawn and she used this in the literal sense of the word.

"What, is that?" Renamon dryly asked Cominamon. It wasn't really a question, she knew what it was.

Meditation seemed beyond her grasp, even more so as she felt a presence enter into the temple. Cleopamon opened her eyes and stood up as it drew closer, not quite sure what to expect.

1. I didn’t realize it was that big.

Deciding to surprise Cominamon with a treat, Beelzemon had gone to a candy store and picked out random candy that was preferably mostly made of sugar and nothing else. The best score was a huge jawbreaker. Layers upon layer of sugar was perfect!

Somewhere, wherever that was, Beelzemon snoozed atop of Behemoth. He really stopped caring where his trips into the Digital World, or even his trips in the Real World, would take him. It made for some interesting events.