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Eleventh Day of Christmas - All Beelzebub meant to do was to fetch his key

“But I’m not even doing anything!” War exclaimed incredulously. “I swear it’s not my fault.”

Sister Mary didn’t seem to be blaming her, though, and Adam was too busy trying break up the fight to pay her any attention.

“Foul, treacherous spawn from the pit!” Michael roared shaking his struggling victim. “I’ll smite you and exorcise you and banish you back to Hell. And then I’ll tear you limb from limb!”

“No Michael, you won’t,” Adam repeated sternly. “Remember the rules. Put Lord Beelzebub down right now and apologise, or I will have to throw you out of the manor.”
cattygabriel: (Amused)

Re: 3/3

[personal profile] cattygabriel 2010-01-09 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
Fine, we'll just gag you, but we'll let you move around as long as one of us keeps an eye on you.

[smiles teasingly, giving him some chocolate to cheer him up]