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[meaculpable]

--One of you lot once said that insanity is merely the act of repetition, wherein rather than expecting the same tired and tested outcome, one comes to believe that his actions have purpose. That he will, in fact, somehow change his allotted fate through stubborn force-of-will alone.

[ Those of you who know him well enough may tell that Lucifer is slightly...annoyed. ]

Though I've never fully come to appreciate the mortal need for witticism, I suppose it apropos that my third visit to this Port finds me seeing that nothing has changed, that you lot have yet to find your freedom.

[ He says the word like a curse. ]

Four here exist with the power to remake the universe at their whim. Two with the power to ignore the laws of this Creation entirely.

[ You can almost hear him smile. ]

I wonder. [ And here, he deliberately trails. ] How long will it take until one of us visits Delirium's realm.

Comments

[doeswhathewants]

Why should your third visit here be apropos in finding nothing has changed?

[meaculpable]

Despite mankind's propensity for reinvention, they still somehow manage to remain completely predictable.

[doeswhathewants]

By your third time, I should think being called back here is just as predictable.

Or are you exempting yourself?

[meaculpable]

Were I to have any choice in the matter, I would be inclined to agree.

Memories of this place do not last, once you've managed to escape.

[doeswhathewants]

Isn't it a bit awkward to have two Lucifers in one place? A bit like showing up to a party and realizing some other girl is wearing the same frock. Awkward.

[meaculpable]

Your comment would be more scathing, I believe, were it aimed at the one of us in dire, horrific need of a milk bath.

[doeswhathewants]

Never scathing, only an outside observation on a rare situation such as this.

...milk bath?

[meaculpable]

I'd imagine putrefaction to be quite a deterrent in keeping one's good looks.

[doeswhathewants]

I hear the blood of virgins works wonders for that. But where to find them in this day and age.

[meaculpable]

Schoolyards, if one were to be brazen.

[doeswhathewants]

Nurseries. Children are precocious these days.

[meaculpable]

And so, what shall I call you?

[doeswhathewants]

Supreme God of Fun. Though, for you, just Loki.

[meaculpable]

[ In Norse: ] Well met, Loki Odinson.

[doeswhathewants]

Ah, can you speak all languages? Sometimes I think my universe got the short end of the stick when it comes to The One Above All and ah... I'd say Mephisto is your equivalent in my world, but that might be insulting all things considered.

[meaculpable]

I see your universe has a proclivity for overwrought nomenclature.

[doeswhathewants]

Every last title to be given and verbose drop to be wrung from the language is afforded.