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satans_son) wrote2014-01-05 12:44 am
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He sat outside of the diner, waiting for Patsy. It still felt new, even after years of marriage. Marriage? Him? The son of the literal Devil? Well, one of the literal Devils. Who knew how many of the bastards there were, though he was working on finding out just that. He had a growing list of Hell's movers and shakers committed to memory and..right, this was supposed to be about getting away form that stuff for a time. Patsy would likely not tolerant too much "shop talk", at least at the moment.
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She pointed. "There."
Several objects began swirling, orbiting the point she indicated. "Some sort of spirit."
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Daimon silently chants a few words, a hand extended towards the spirit.
"Hmm, not evil per se, but definitely pissed."
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Simon Purdy, the spirit echoed. Order or get put!
Patsy winced. "He's... an old man."
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