"Yes. A much better way to phrase it."

". . . . Do I sound down?" He honestly seems a bit concerned. It doesn't help his voice is tinged with a deep British accent.

"Hrm . . . I suppose I might sound a bit dour." A shrug of his shoulders. He can't really change that part of him.

[Man. Looking at my accounts is a ride. I have Xavier, a towering ancient demon. Then I have Helia, a sexually aggressive feminine demon --

-- who also happens to be a trained soldier and war criminal. Then there's my Djinn, who's cursed to wander for eternity.]

[Ah. Before I forget. Work is getting rather hectic and such. So I may not be on most of the week.]

He ties his hair back, braiding it once again. The grey strands are somewhat stained with blood.

"At least today seems to be a rather uneventful day."

"Does it? Pity I couldn't get more then." That's rather ominous, Xavier.

"Anyway. Where is that little vain gremlin? I still need him to clear the rest of this mess."

[Hrm. Do I make a Raijin account?]

"Todo lo que tengo son recuerdos ahora." An old god of a dead people, he looks for purpose or perhaps revenge?

[Due to all the mythology talk I was hearing, I ended up making a deity as well. Meet Tezcatlipoca.] Tezcatlipoca

He's once again behind the bar counter, cleaning glasses while humming softly.

[Which reminds me. I SHOULD write a thing regarding who Xavier really is. Sometime.]

[Ah. Hrm. I still need to write things for Xavier and Tezcatlipoca.]

"Abaddon. Good to see you're not dead."

הוא נושא את האור של אלוהים. Read: tl.gd/n_1sq3j9f

He wipes blood from the edge of his mouth, the taste of copper and iron still strong on his tongue. He hated meeting his siblings.