Username: Livejournel: devilsduplicity // NaNo: Kodukadvakch (http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/user/426253) Any background information: It's a bit self-explanatory~ Excerpt:
I’m a coffee stain spilled beside a breadcrumb. That’s another metaphor, you know, written with every intention of putting you in the right mood for what’s to come.
Of course, when you’re reading about a demon, there never really is a right mood, I’d say.
And there I’ve gone, poisoning the main course before I’ve even prepared the appetizer.
Let’s reiterate for those not paying attention—you know who you are. I know who you are, and if you think this flippant, half-assed job of skimming is going to cut it, well, it’s not.
Demon. D-E-M-O-N. That’s an acronym for something, but it’s not in your language, and if I said the words you might spontaneously combust. You’re welcome.
Now, let’s get past this nasty issue of spiritual morality. I’ve been called a lot of things in my day—Devourer, Corrupter, Monster of the Pit, Soul-Sucker—and it’s time to get a few things straight. For one, I do not suck souls. That is completely unsanitary, and besides, that’s Leviathan’s job. Monster of the Pit? Oh come on, dears, could you be more geographically inaccurate? The Pit’s been closed for renovations, and the timeshares there are absolutely horrendous. As for everything else—Delegator of Debauchery, Prince of Prostitution—well, I suppose there is some hope for your sources.
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Any background information: It's a bit self-explanatory~
Excerpt:
I’m a coffee stain spilled beside a breadcrumb. That’s another metaphor, you know, written with every intention of putting you in the right mood for what’s to come.
Of course, when you’re reading about a demon, there never really is a right mood, I’d say.
And there I’ve gone, poisoning the main course before I’ve even prepared the appetizer.
Let’s reiterate for those not paying attention—you know who you are. I know who you are, and if you think this flippant, half-assed job of skimming is going to cut it, well, it’s not.
Demon. D-E-M-O-N. That’s an acronym for something, but it’s not in your language, and if I said the words you might spontaneously combust. You’re welcome.
Now, let’s get past this nasty issue of spiritual morality. I’ve been called a lot of things in my day—Devourer, Corrupter, Monster of the Pit, Soul-Sucker—and it’s time to get a few things straight. For one, I do not suck souls. That is completely unsanitary, and besides, that’s Leviathan’s job. Monster of the Pit? Oh come on, dears, could you be more geographically inaccurate? The Pit’s been closed for renovations, and the timeshares there are absolutely horrendous. As for everything else—Delegator of Debauchery, Prince of Prostitution—well, I suppose there is some hope for your sources.