°Greetings, curious souls,~ Name Stolas of the Ars Goetia, proud demon prince of Hell. You’ve stumbled upon my humble little corner of this wicked realm, where I share my interests, insights, and perhaps a bit more than you bargained for. I warn you~° [About muse a bit below]

⠀ 𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑯𝑼𝑵𝑻 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑲𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑺𝑬 𝑾𝑹𝑬𝑻𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑫 𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑶𝑭 𝒀𝑶𝑼, 𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑵 𝑻𝑶 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑻 𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑰𝑺 𝑴𝒀 𝑾𝑨𝑹 𝑫𝑬𝑪𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 ⠀

"How curious..to meet one's self..~ What brings you to this little corner of the world..assuming we both know the same thing..~"

"Well now..it does seem we think alike..what an odd twist...i am almost compliant to believe we are dreaming..but no..this is real..~" Slan tilted her head, leaning close to her counterpart. "Perhaps we could indulge in a little something...something only we know drives joy..~"

"A bit rude of you, mortal..~"

"We do things differently here..are you the type to indulge straight into it or do you prefer foreplay?~ As for dinner..i can make something better than what mortal hands can create..~"

She cant...exactly put the blame on him for that....she can blame Griffith for it however..maybe even Conrad.

What gives him that thought?

"Good evening..~"

Intrigued she is, though she wishes to inform him that it is only the title mortals know her as. He can approach as much as he likes, though he might not like her home, for reality ceases to make sense, space and time are her playthings.though this is merely entertaining for her.

Observant as always..yet twice as starved for any socializing coming from him. Especially him...

The Goddess softly steps forward, flattering and gentle steps. "My my dear..isnt it rude to greet a lady in such a manner..?~ Though it is a pleasure to see you as well on such a lovely evening..no need for violence...not yet at least..~"

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"Reality warping is merely child's play..we can do much more than just that you know..?~"

How bold of him. To get his little murder mittens on her like they were simply too close. That will not do, her tendrils grasp his hand as she turns her head gently. "Yes mortal?~" Capturing her attention is hard..but to be this bold requires some serious lack of humanity.

She mused in silence. Stupidity breeds curiosity, leading to death. Her tendrils, what was once hair softly intertwined between his fingers before releasing him. "You call it hair..~ Mine just happened to change over the past 216 years..~"

“𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑓 𝑤𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡, 𝑖𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛’𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑜 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝘩𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒.” - 𝕲𝖚𝖙𝖘

"Is that an invitation or demand?"