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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝑰 π’π’Šπ’Œπ’† 𝒂 π’π’Šπ’•π’•π’π’† π’ƒπ’Šπ’• 𝒐𝒇 π‘Ίπ’Šπ’ π’Žπ’Šπ’™π’†π’… π’˜π’Šπ’•π’‰ π’Žπ’š π’Žπ’π’“π’π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒄𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒆.

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Joined May 2016
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βž₯ ⠀⠀⠀❛Gotta give the Devil his due, right? Does that apply to all demons or just Lucifer?βœβ€”; Prince of Lust. β€’ π™ΌπšŠπšπšžπš›πšŽ π™²πš˜πš—πšπšŽπš—πš. β €β €β€’ π™±πšŠπš—πšπšŽπš›. 𝙽/πš‚π™΅πš†. π™³πšŽπšπšŠπš’πš•πšŽπš. β €β €β €β €β€’ πš„πš—πšŒπšŽπš—πšœπš˜πš›πšŽπš πš‚πš’πš—. β €β €β €β €β €β €β€·οΉ™ΒΉβΈοΉ’οΉšΛšβœ« Μ₯β‹†οΎŸ*q✧
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Not only is it bloody cold, but he's also realising that everyone has disappeared.
Flashes a winning grin, crooking his finger trying to lure Eph closer. "Come, babe."
Little grin back. Mouthing the words, 'you talking to me?'
Ohh.. Hi there. -Smiles sheepishly-
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Sometimes...you just want to be a slut. And there's no problem with that. People are gonna judge you anyway; fuck em.
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/ me agreeing with all these ideas 🀣
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Can feel the pull- tries to resist. GAH. He hates when Casifer does this! "I'm /not/ running!" He was. Or trying to, making a noise as he feels himself sucked to Casifer's side. Now the Prince of Lust just pouts, looking away. "Fine. I'm here."
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There was work, then a very small private life that the Sin had. This wasn't a /him/ holiday, to be fair. But that didn't mean he couldn't indulge in the gift giving (to the few that he felt like being generous to), or indulge in a huge banquet that would be held in Beelzebub's >
Christmas music playing from her portable speaker, She checked the time to ensure she didn’t miss her call. Maya still had five hours before it turned midnight back in London where her mother still lived. She hummed along to a White Christmas, as she continued to wrap the
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neck of the woods. Or, should we say, his circle of Hell. As for anyone special, that was debatable. He was still a cautious creature, unsure where his boundaries lay with a lot of people. Friendship could be misconstrue as something more, and because he had the means to tap >
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It was a dangerous thing to want thisβ€”to want to tie one's life to a Sin. Especially one like Asmodeus, who'd never seen the need to be committed. That surrendering himself to one person and being in 'love' was a fools game. But he does know ownership. Possession. The need to >
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< be close, to hold one close when he's in that mood. Did Eph ever feel like that? Were there others that were as ensnared in his trap like the former King of Hell? Asmo's gaze is unblinking, a crimson sheen behind piercing cerulean eyes. His lips hovering above Eph's own, so >
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Tsks playfully. "Uh huh. Sure." Rolls his eyes. "Totally not /you/."
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Is eyeing him - more like burning a hole through him with his intense gaze. "Eph..." There's amusement in his voice, but also a bite to it too. Like he was wondering why the angel was blushing and what he had got himself into. (And if Asmo needed to get him out of it.)
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Licks a strip up the side of his throat. "Morning, dear lover of mine. Mhm... you got plans today?"
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It meant a lot to him, kindness wasn't offered for nothing in his world. There were very few he could be honest with, and he had opened up to her and she had chosen to believe himβ€”more than that, she hadn't run away screaming. Knowing that the parcel was safe because it was >
Arms full with her last minute shopping Maya stumbled with her keys to open her door. At first she hadn’t noticed the box. Not until she placed the bags inside and went to close the door. She glanced around the hallway, wondering if it had been delivered to the wrong place, -
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being watched over by one of the guardians he had left in it's stead, a rather impressive black cat sat on the stairwell of her apartment building with curious orange eyes. It watches as she enters her apartment and when the gift box is plucked from the ground. With a swish of >
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