Love is a mass of contradictions, Cilius.

Finally.

Aww, playing the victim doesn't suit you, big guy. I came to help out an old friend, of course.

Wakey-wakey. It's time for round two!

Oh? That sounds an awful lot like hell.

What a surprise. I'm impressed you survived.

Shame. I do so hate breaking perfectly good tools.

Okay. I was getting sick of all this foreplay anyways. The heat is on!

Ideals are cheap, takes a poor soul to fall for 'em.

Whoopsie, did I scare you? I can't help myself when I come across such wonderful material.

Call it proof of my devotion.

What a fun idea. But you'll find it hard to contain all this beast in a jar. That said, give it a try!

Finally, a little bit of passion from you! But are you sure you want to tango with me?

I want to call you up again, but I shouldn't have to make the first move all the time. So, go ahead and use this form to ask a question, get some advice, or just let out what you've been keeping inside you for so long. It's open until 10/11.

So which is longer? If it's your ring finger, promiscuity is in the cards for you.

Lucifer: I hope you'll be able to take better care of Sariel than I was able to. Belial: I'll try. The biggest hurdle's in the gap between his sense of duty and self. But any friction there's no longer a problem of yours.

(Oh, of course. He’s communicating through Exia. It is made of chaos matter, after all.)

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If you woke up in the morning and I was in your bed, would you: 1: Call the police 66% 2: Get busy 34%

Gran/Djeeta: Why are you here? Belial: Heh heh... Why the cold eyes? So much rage... You know you're becoming a shade of your former self with every passing moment.

morning light hymnus