Cryobionic
Seven Thousand Club
"Relax," The demon shook his head exasperated, "It was only a joke," Vincent reached over the table to grab the bottle, pouring himself more whiskey. It had been a while since he had last drunk, and he was enjoying the buzz. He looked up at Maria, as something struck him. Something he had forgotten to ask before, "Did you guys meet any angels while up... there," Vincent pointed awkwardly to the roof, not really sure just where to gesture, "That might be willing to join our cause? Angels are powerful in their own right, and having them against us the entire way could potentially end in bloodshed."
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"Earlier today," Oliver chirped, before a yawn overtook him and broke his sentence, "I... found her outside, scratching at the door," Oliver reached behind him and handed Graeme the kitten with a small, tired smile, "Her name is Bratwurst."
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"Earlier today," Oliver chirped, before a yawn overtook him and broke his sentence, "I... found her outside, scratching at the door," Oliver reached behind him and handed Graeme the kitten with a small, tired smile, "Her name is Bratwurst."