Nov. 12th, 2009

[Viginti duo]

How typical, coming back to spam mail.


[Quoted/Paraphrased from Satan (visible to all)]
"There will be no harm brought to Lust as long as she is carrying this abomination. It will be taken from Lust and sacrificed, if it proves to be absolutely useless, but it will not be destroyed while in the womb still. Strike down any who seek to harm this child, whether they be mortal or immortal, Our own or from a different pantheon entirely.

I want Desmond's head on a pike. The first of you miserable lot to bring Me any evidence of his painful and gruesome death will receive a dose of Hellfire strong enough to put Hiroshima to shame and $ 10.000.000 in cash."

-~-~-~-

Tsk tsk. It is hardly fair game unless everyone knows what the game is. Granted, no one else outside of Hell denizens has any use for Hellfire. Perhaps you can roast a potato or two, or exchange it with someone for something a little more useful.

I have taken it upon myself to edit out all the unnecessary bullshit and self-righteous bragging. Satan's grandfatherly instincts does manifest itself in strange ways, but consider yourself in the know, Lust.


Envy, I would like my dog back. You haven't shot and/or eaten it, have you?

Jul. 28th, 2009

[Novem]

[Private to Temperance]

I am a little late in welcoming you back, and you have my most sincere apologies.

Now, I know that you are good acquaintances with Gluttony. It's a little more than obvious and he isn't particularly known for his discretion. So you will know what I am about to write. I will only say it once.

I know that this must feel like glorious summer romance and everything is going just fine, but you would know that he pounces on anything like a rabid dog and that will not change until the End of Days.

Stay away from Gluttony, Temperance. It is unnatural, it is unlawful; you are betraying him, you are betraying yourself and you are betraying God.

I have no qualms about ending you, and I have no qualms about ending Gluttony. I have not been aggravated enough to lift a finger in the past few millennia. The last time I was angry, I clipped a certain angel's wings and sent a third of them down to hell with him.

So, please. Do what is right, and don't make me angry.

God bless.

Jun. 11th, 2009

[Quinque]

[Private to Michael]

Don't push your luck.

One with your standing should know that picking on the youngest, weakest one isn't playing fair at all.

Back when flexing muscles was considered to be 'in fashion', I took down your top dog fair and square, and a third of your army went with him. I didn't go after the weakest nor was it a low blow; I thought I could expect at least this much from the almighty archangel.

You know how much I hate getting my hands dirty, so don't force my hand, Michael. There will be enough fighting to come at the End of Days to satisfy both sides. Until then you can sit tight like the rest of us and at least pretend to be civilised. I know that's asking a lot of you but if you pray about it, I am sure that God will grant you the wisdom and strength to know when to act and when to play nice.

June 2011

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