WHAT THE FUCK?!

"Definitely not." Arioch answered, shaking his head amicably enough. No, this was definitely not hell - far from it - but perhaps there would be enough here to hold his interest until he figured out how to go back home. If the last five minutes were an indication of what he could expect going forward, things were sure to be very interesting indeed. For a moment he thinks her madness might really be intercepting his ability to understand her (not Dorothy? Was he meant to understand that her name used to be Dorothy but was now presumably something else?), but before he can raise the issue she offers another name (which perhaps understandably is not Dorothy). He did indeed lay it on thick. "Mandy?" He let her name marinade on his tongue for a moment, before allowing his lips to widen into a smile, "sounds like ca-" But before he can finish, she says something so incredible and surprising that he loses his train of thought entirely. Can I kill you? he wants to admonish. Me? A demon from the inner circle of hell, Arioch the demon of revenge? He wants to open his unhingable jaw, flex the dew-claws at the end of his wings and prostrate his magic before her like a whore before its master but... Well that all suddenly seems a bit much, and Arioch is genuinely convinced Mandy wouldn't find it all that intimidating. Not if she already thought she was dreaming. Reaching towards her with one of the aforementioned dew claws on the tips of his wings, he tried to stroke the delicate skin of her neck, just at the point where her jugular would have been covered by thick folds of muscle. "Kill you?" He all but purrs. "Presumably so.." The thought of Mandy herself is enough to make the glands in his mouth begin to water, but flesh and murder? And she thought he was the tease. ARIOCH in places deep with roots entwined i live among you, well disguised

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