Surely this is a joke.

I have only this to say: The road to Hell is paved with good intentions.

One would think those attending the university would have more sense than that. Alas. Apparently not. And it becomes more apparent as to why I despise holy men. So quick to jump the gun, and to be self-assured in their actions.

Really, does causing harm to one of unholy ( Read more... )

Who is this demon claiming such power? Come now, fill me in! If she is so mighty as to challenge a son of Sparda, why not take on Sparda himself? I have been looking for someone to measure my own strength against, after all, since things are so terribly, dreadfully dull. And challenging Asellus, are we? Tsk. Tsk. I am terribly afraid that, ( Read more... )

Well, that does make one feel a wee bit better, no?

Dante. Honestly. If you are going to keep these things, do you not know to hide them better? Honestly. And you call yourself a proper demon. Oh, do wait until your mother sees this. I distinctly remember her quirky sense of humor.

You, my dear boy, are in for the embarrassment of a lifetime.

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For I am not very amused. Honestly. I have never, in all my days of existance, seen a Hot Pocket explode. Nor have I ever seen anyone staple a note to a refrigerator. Now I am out Luce, a slew of daggers, a belt, a sword, and heavens only know the amount of money Vergil gave Eva-dearest. Not to mention one of my favorite tailcoats has been ( Read more... )

Oh, Dante.

Brats,

Wibble and argue as you will...

I win.

Sincerely,
Sir Sparda, Dark Knight, formerly General of all Hell's armies

((OOC: You should have seen this coming.))

Dearest Dante,

Pleased as I am that you have asserted your manhood, do remember that, with being naughty, the entire apartment now REEKS of it.

Asellus, I'm afraid you left an article of clothing here. You might want to retrieve it before Dante claims a trophy.

- Sparda