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[satans_son]

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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[demon_sight]

The swirling material thrummed, and several people ran for the door, only to fine the doors stuck fast; they refused to open.

Simon Purdy, the spirit echoed. Order or get put!

Patsy winced. "He's... an old man."

[satans_son]

"I was about to," Daimon said to the ghost. "Though you made a scene before the waitress could come back. "So, Mr. Purdy? What's on your mind?" Daimon went with a calm approach at the moment. He wasn't getting any evil vibes off this ghost and would prefer to do this peacefully before having to cast the poor bastard out.