[ Something flickers on her face. She'd be sticking to the party line so far "yes I'm a god, yes THAT god, fuck you if you doubt." And she's not particularly in the mood to explain the recurrence. Or rather... what she thought she'd known of the recurrence. What a fucking mess.
On the other hand, he's . . . family, right? Moreso than Baphomet, or the Morrigan, certainly more than any Lucifer. In the end, her mood deflates only a little, and she shrugs. ]
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On the other hand, he's . . . family, right? Moreso than Baphomet, or the Morrigan, certainly more than any Lucifer. In the end, her mood deflates only a little, and she shrugs. ]
It's complicated but . . . I am who I am.