Intolerable

[evilbritlawyer]

//engage firewall

The Senior Partners' obsession with the Lazarus Project will be the doom of us all. Or at least, the death of most of us who work in this building.

At least Angelus has stopped feeding on random employees. For now, anyway. I'm still irritated he ate the best personal assistant I've had here in decades.

Why couldn't he have

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[givemeyourlove]

*a flicker of static appears on Damon's computer screen before resolving into Moloch's demon face*

Damon? Are you there...?

[evilbritlawyer]

Oh, bloody fantastic. Speak of the devil.

Yes, Lord Moloch. I'm here. What can I do for you?

[givemeyourlove]

I...I've been hurt, Damon. I don't know how, but...I need help. Protection.

[evilbritlawyer]

Really? Protection from whom, exactly...?

[givemeyourlove]

You...reject me? You reject my love? After all this time...you would betray me to the Wolf, Ram, and Heart?

Do you realize what they will do to me, Damon? How they will desecrate my love?

[evilbritlawyer]

No, and furthermore, I don't care. You're of no use to me anymore, especially in your weakened condition...in fact, if you met with this much resistance from a vengeance demon, a vampire, and their pet bartender, I doubt you'd last two seconds against a stronger foe.

And quite frankly, your definition of "love" leaves a lot to be desired. Even by our standards.

*taps a series of commands into his computer*

For instance, I've just activated our own firewall. You'll find yourself to be contained quite effectively within our systems here at Wolfram and Hart...at least, until we've figured out a way to put you back into that dusty old book you made your home in all those years ago.

[givemeyourlove]

No...

No, I won't go back...not there...

I will not be subject to that torture again!

[evilbritlawyer]

Oh, please, "Lord" Moloch. Save me your petty histrionics...

*notices the lights in the office begin to flicker*

...what? What is...?

*chuckles*

Are you trying to intimidate me, Moloch?