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[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ He's dreaming. He has to be.

But even once Valmont's done rubbing his eyes in disbelief, they're still there. All twelve talismans, lined up nice and neat on his nightstand.

Well then. He still doesn't know what's going on with this world, but if it brought the talismans here, to him... he might not dislike it quite so much as he did before.

And so, if you see a guy this weekend levitating around town, occasionally shooting fire out of his hands and/or laser beams out of his eyes, and looking giddier than anyone here has ever seen him... Well. That's probably V. Feel free to talk to him/try to keep him from blowing up something of yours. He's in a good mood. He might listen. ]

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[whitehairedprettyboy]

You don't mean the Christian God?

[ Well, this just got theological. ]

Well. You must be from a different world than I, then. I certainly can't imagine the demons I know ever having been gods of any kind.

[ He's just... not going to touch on the fact that if they are from the same world, then God apparently, incontrovertibly exists. Maybe he should have spent more time in church after all. ]

[crouching_sin]

I do. And... well, not all of them were. No one but an utter lunatic beyond what religion generally is would claim that something like Jack Frost would be a god.

... Who takes the form of a very cute and cartoonish snowman in my world, for the record.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ ...Cartoon snowman demons. ]

Your world sounds like an... interesting one. And one I think I might be better off avoiding. No offense intended, you understand, it's simply that all those demons... [ He shudders visibly. ] No thank you.

[crouching_sin]

No offense taken. I'd rather not be there either.

[Not with what just happened... ngh.]