"I saw this face last night when he came. I'm used to it now"

"Oooooh, I get it. You're, like, the 'all humans are weak ants bleh bleh'-type, right? So, I can totes-Mcgoats expect uber long spiels about how awful/futile/vain/et al they are? Gotcha."

Said without condescension or indignancy one might expect upon having such a statement said to them, for Clear, it was more like the moment of discovery that came upon finally understanding the rules of any given game than words he could resonate with. After all, despite looking the part, he wasn't even human--let alone flesh and blood. In a vast world he was constantly discovering new facets of, meeting new people with intriguing characters simply elicited curiosity in him, and that interest piqued with Alucard. Strange, diabolical, cynical... Clear simply didn't know. But, he had a feeling he was about to find out.

{ Time for some dad and daughter bonding moments ! }

Lucile : Metatron, if you don't shut up I'm going to throw myself out of the car.

*click*

Lucile : DID YOU JUST TURN THE FUCKING CHILDRENS' LOCK ON?!

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Metatron: I think you're still suffering the effects of your party last night.

Lucile : All I drank was Redbull!

Metatron: How many?

Lucile : Eighteen.

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Lucile : You read my diary?

Metatron: At first I did not know it was your diary. I thought it was a very sad handwritten book.

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(Bonus )

Belphagore: If we lose, you’re out of the will.