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[in the living room]

leviathan: *throws his game controller to the floor after losing* idiots, all of them! i am really aching to murder someone right now.

belphegor, waking up from his nap on the sofa at the mention of murder: i volunteer.

beelzebub, shouting from kitchen: as levi's victim or his conspirator?

belphegor: yes.

satan, without looking up from his book: as long as you don't do it here in the living room. blood does stain, you know.

lucifer, appearing out of nowhere: don't you dare give me a headache trying to clean up blood again. take it outside this time.

mammon, standing in the doorway with asmodeus: what the fuck? what kind of conversation did we just walk into?

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