WHAT THE FUCK?!

Most of what she was saying sounded like the ravings of a lunatic, but never before had the demon seen one in such pretty packaging. More to the point, it was only her words that seemed mad. Despite the fact that she seemed ready to jump out of her skin at any moment, she struck him as being more or less normal. There was no foam leaving her lips, no warts or patches of scaley-skin or any other indications that she was infected with something. As she blithered on, Ari nodded his head. His pale green eyes were full of sincerity as he did his utmost to appear totally enthralled in her tale of woe. Meanwhile he was thinking how much he would have liked to ravage her in the pits of hell, but unlike most men, he was actually fairly adept at multi-tasking. "Gambling, I see." He added once she took a breath, his voice ever-so grave despite the fact he hadn't a clue what she was talking about. As she shifts her posture, the demon stretches up to his full height, looking down upon her with an interesting mixture of appetite and approbation. "Well. On that account I think we can agree." He chimed, his voice begrudgingly thinking of hell. Arioch allowed himself just a moment of longing before snapping himself out of it. "My name is Arioch." The demon offered, curling a leathery wing towards his chest and pantomiming a chivalrous bow. "And what shall I call you, other than lovely?" ARIOCH in places deep with roots entwined i live among you, well disguised

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