[He seems a bit skeptical, but... in the end, he can't resist the urge to destroy something beautiful. He wraps both tentacles around it and breaks it in two. The crack makes his ears ring, but it is very satisfying.
It loses its light and its ring, little more than two pieces of weird metal, now. He watches Lucifer regain his demonic form, only for it to vanish just as quickly.
Ah.
So that's what this is about.
The King of Hell isn't comfortable in his own skin anymore, it seems. Unfortunate.
The wing catches a cardboard box with some coffee grinders in it. A pair of other workers bring out another box, this one with some simple brewers, and two 50 lb bags of roasted beans. They set them down and quickly scurry back off]
Took them long enough. [he puts the pieces of the broken halo inside his jacket, then snaps his fingers. Two of his larger shadow minions appear and pick up the heavy items for him] I shan't be staying here any longer than necessary. [he turns his smile on the first barista, sclera black and antlers grown to twisted branches] And I trust the next time I have to pick up supplies, I won't be made to w̷̥̆̎̉à̵̢͓i̷̩̼̋̃̾t̵̢̑̕͝ ̷̙̳̇͠q̷̫̘̓̉͝ȗ̸͍i̵̡̛͎̍̈́͜ț̸̔́͜ͅė̷̪̓̓ ̸̻̦̥͌̾s̶̢̨̻̍ǫ̷̌͋ ̶̧̡̲̊ľ̴̼͉͝o̸͎̱̒͑̔n̷̛͙̑͊g̶̢͙̀̊͜.̷̫͒͐
[between his intimidation and Lucifer's little show, it seems the coffee shop workers have gotten the hint. The barista nods a little too enthusiastically, shrinking away and sweating]
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It loses its light and its ring, little more than two pieces of weird metal, now. He watches Lucifer regain his demonic form, only for it to vanish just as quickly.
Ah.
So that's what this is about.
The King of Hell isn't comfortable in his own skin anymore, it seems. Unfortunate.
The wing catches a cardboard box with some coffee grinders in it. A pair of other workers bring out another box, this one with some simple brewers, and two 50 lb bags of roasted beans. They set them down and quickly scurry back off]
Took them long enough. [he puts the pieces of the broken halo inside his jacket, then snaps his fingers. Two of his larger shadow minions appear and pick up the heavy items for him] I shan't be staying here any longer than necessary. [he turns his smile on the first barista, sclera black and antlers grown to twisted branches] And I trust the next time I have to pick up supplies, I won't be made to w̷̥̆̎̉à̵̢͓i̷̩̼̋̃̾t̵̢̑̕͝ ̷̙̳̇͠q̷̫̘̓̉͝ȗ̸͍i̵̡̛͎̍̈́͜ț̸̔́͜ͅė̷̪̓̓ ̸̻̦̥͌̾s̶̢̨̻̍ǫ̷̌͋ ̶̧̡̲̊ľ̴̼͉͝o̸͎̱̒͑̔n̷̛͙̑͊g̶̢͙̀̊͜.̷̫͒͐
[between his intimidation and Lucifer's little show, it seems the coffee shop workers have gotten the hint. The barista nods a little too enthusiastically, shrinking away and sweating]
Splendid.