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FINALLY. This has been stuck in my head for like 2 weeks now

It’s a little OOC but I still thought it was funny

Bai Rong my beloved

Like i can't express how fucking much i adore this woman

Basically every book conversation is just this:

Yu Ai: I had to poison you because you disagreed with everything I said, so I deemed you an incapable and naive sect leader! You would bring Mt. Xuandu to ruin!

Shen Qiao: I'm sorry, "had" to? We could've talked things out, y'know, like how normal people settle disagreements, but no, poison was clearly the only option left. You "had" to poison me. Right.

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Yan Wushi: You and I are diametrically opposed. You are weak and undeserving of my attention. You fail to live up to my expectations and bring shame upon your master's legacy. Why would I need a friend like you so presume?

Shen Qiao: I didn't say you needed one, just that that's what I call you. You literally followed me around for months, ate with me, sparred with me, saved my life, and opened my eyes to the outside world... What on earth did you want me to call you that wouldn't be rude?

(Honestly knowing YWS's melodramatic ass, SQ probably just went through a mental list of statuses you could give to someone based on their proximity, realized that YWS is very much an outlier and also very much particular about his titles and general importance, picked "friend" as the safest option.)

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Chen Gong: You look down on me because I'm from poor origins and never had the background or pedigree that you did so you disdain my methods!

Shen Qiao: ... You are holding. A child. Hostage. Literally every time I've met you you're doing something that doesn't agree with my morals and endangering human life. I genuinely do not care about your background, you just happen to be doing something I don't agree with and also tends to end up becoming my problem.

(No really, CG has like such a massive unrequited hatred for SQ while SQ is just lamenting that they somehow always end up meeting at the worst times in the worst places)

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Half of the characters: Look how lowly you've become! From sect leader to boy toy! Everyone point and laugh!

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Candles around the room burned low, bathing the living room in a dim golden twilight. The last thing you remembered was a strange party game. You had trouble following the rules, it required magic to play and involved trading mystery gifts. The scent of demonus filled your nose. The demons had gotten drunk while you sipped it like punch and watched them get overly boisterous.

There was wrapping paper everywhere. Like carnage, streaks of it were thrown around the floor. It overflowed from a single trash bag and spilled out around the tree. Balls of the stuff sat around like tumbleweeds waiting for an opportune wind.

There was a scrap of it in Beelzebub's hair. A bit was wedged under Satan's armpit, still partially attached to some new book. You could see them clearly because the two were curled up against you. Beelzebub had his head on your chest, facing you, and was beginning to drool. Your hand was buried in his hair. It must have felt nice while sleeping. You'd have moved if Satan's head wasn't in your lap, his hand resting on your thigh.

It took a minute to realize all of you were in a pile next to the Christmas tree. Mammon's head was flush against yours. You could feel his ear pressing against the crown of your head and hear his light snoring.

The one on your legs must have been Leviathan. Your feet felt numb under all the weight, but it was certainly cozy having him squeeze your calf muscles like a hug pillow.

Asmodeus was a little ways away, using Satan's rear as his pillow, but he must have grabbed your hand before falling asleep. He held it like a treasured security blanket on his cheek. You felt each deep, slow breath between your fingers when he exhaled. You couldn't help but curl your index finger and lightly brush his face. Asmodeus always had such smooth skin.

While busy enjoying the moment, you realized you were on something. You were actually on several things. Flicking your eyes upwards revealed Lucifer and Belphegor leaned against the tree, partially obscured by its thick branches. You and Mammon must have been splitting Belphegor's lap as a pillow. The youngest leaned against his older brother's shoulder, while his older brother looked down at you.

You didn't expect Lucifer to be awake. He was quiet, enjoying the moment. In much the same way you were petting Asmodeus, Lucifer smiled when your eyes met and rubbed a finger over your upper arm. He didn't seem to mind you on top of his legs. Demon circulatory systems must be made of sturdy stuff.

Date everything textposts, 24/30

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