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[suitcaseofnails]

It was late out when Elendira went to see a man about a ritual bloodletting. He'd always found the various religious texts left over from the Big Fall as being lackluster and sketchy - speaking of a God in general terms and of demons never made much sense to someone who was a demon to many that faced him. Hearing that he was one due to demonic influences was rather intriguing and Elendira wanted to see more of this in practice. Besides, this will help in getting rid of an annoyance.

He took the elevator to the top floor and rang the doorbell for the penthouse, fussing with his lipstick while he waited for a reply. This was going to be such an interesting little trip, he just knew it.

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[suitcaseofnails]

"Mmhmm, it's ever so nice to see one's enemies tear each other apart just by being themselves," he said, giving a flick of his wrist to dismiss what was happening online with the Stampede and Co. Following Vergil, he stopped just before the blood splatters, raising an eyebrow at the liberal coating of blood everywhere. Not that Elendira was against blood - being an assassin of the highest caliber - but he didn't want to walk on something important and ruin the design.

"Oh perfectly understandable. I suppose it's the maid's day off?"