[ Alastor's eyes glow a bright crimson in the dim room as he summons a tentacle to catch the King of Hell and a second to snatch up the dropped phone. With the buzz of radio feedback, he reads over Lucifer's last little hurrah that had gone unsent thanks to his little tumble. ]
"A pompous pea brain", am I? Well, I am afraid to ask what that makes the literal Embodiment of Pride.
[ Head tilting to the side, the tentacle that had caught Lucifer gives the demon a none too gentle squeeze as it deposits him on his feet and gives his jacket a few pats to smooth out any wrinkles. Never the mind should any of the tentacle's fluids smear on the pristine white coat. ]
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"A pompous pea brain", am I? Well, I am afraid to ask what that makes the literal Embodiment of Pride.
[ Head tilting to the side, the tentacle that had caught Lucifer gives the demon a none too gentle squeeze as it deposits him on his feet and gives his jacket a few pats to smooth out any wrinkles. Never the mind should any of the tentacle's fluids smear on the pristine white coat. ]