[ That's right. Look at him. Look what y'all did to him. ]
[ Squalo whips around, drawing his sword in a swift motion apparently unencumbered by his otherwise sorry state. He points it at Lucifer accusingly -- maybe even holds it against his neck if he's close enough. Hopefully he won't hold this against Squalo when he's back to normal -- after all, if he had fully intended to cut, he would have done so instead of making it a scene. ]
[Well, it's rather fortuante that knives wouldn't actually hurt him anyway. They may make him bleed, but he'd hardly die from a mortal weapon. He doesn't seem particularly bothered by the threat.]
And I can only control God's judgement so much. I pulled what strings I could, Squalo.
[ Most things don't seem to. It's the sentiment that matters. Though Squalo isn't exactly trying to hurt him; he just keeps that sword pointed, expression twisted. His arm starts shaking a little. ]
Take me to God, then. I want to kill him.
[ Whoa there, blasphemy, loud and clear in the middle of a hallway. ]
[ He lets his arm be pushed downward, though that's mostly because he's focusing on the ceiling and taking a deep breath. Are you there, God? Are you listening? ]
GO ON! DO IT!! [ there he is, yelling upwards as if expecting his voice to carry all the way to Heaven... honestly considering how loud he is, it's probably coming short by a very tiny bit. ] DO IT, YOU COWARD!! FINISH ME AND BE DONE WITH IT!!!
[ it's never a good idea to tell him to calm down, huh. ]
You seem to think I can just summon him down here. That's not how this works... and anyway, I don't really care for demands being made of me.
[Even if he could call him right down, doing so would be suicidal for Squalo anyway.]
You look tired, Squalo.
[And if there's a bit of magic behind those words that have him slumping to the ground -- oh, well. He definitely needs a night in the hospital, honestly.]
[ He gestures wildly, yeah, still with the sword, a mad glint in his eye. He's completely forgotten all his agreements and reason at the moment. He just wants to fuck the entire Hell up, to hurt Lucifer, more importantly, piss off God -- ]
I'm -- I will tear this entire place down, I will... make...
[ As he speaks, his body grows heavy. Too heavy. He's so tired. More tired than he's ever been, and for once in his life, his grip falters, the sword falling to the floor before he sinks to his knees. The look on his face is that of betrayal as he still manages to turn his eyes to Lucifer's face. ]
...what... have...
[ what have you done to me is probably the most likely option of what he was going for, but he never finishes it. ]
[ instead, he just slowly faceplants into the floor and remains unmoving, seemingly fast asleep. ]
[ there's hoping with some drugs and maybe a little unconventional therapy he will feel better... or at least keep it in his mind to behave a little more next time. ]
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[ Squalo whips around, drawing his sword in a swift motion apparently unencumbered by his otherwise sorry state. He points it at Lucifer accusingly -- maybe even holds it against his neck if he's close enough. Hopefully he won't hold this against Squalo when he's back to normal -- after all, if he had fully intended to cut, he would have done so instead of making it a scene. ]
I did everything you asked of me.
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And I can only control God's judgement so much. I pulled what strings I could, Squalo.
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Take me to God, then. I want to kill him.
[ Whoa there, blasphemy, loud and clear in the middle of a hallway. ]
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[He reaches up to place a hand against Squalo's arm, giving it a nudge to try and get him to lower it.]
Please calm yourself. You wouldn't want a hug, would you? You mortals have offered them to me in the past...
[The ones who care about attempting to comfort him at least.]
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[ He lets his arm be pushed downward, though that's mostly because he's focusing on the ceiling and taking a deep breath. Are you there, God? Are you listening? ]
GO ON! DO IT!! [ there he is, yelling upwards as if expecting his voice to carry all the way to Heaven... honestly considering how loud he is, it's probably coming short by a very tiny bit. ] DO IT, YOU COWARD!! FINISH ME AND BE DONE WITH IT!!!
[ it's never a good idea to tell him to calm down, huh. ]
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He's even managing to give an angel quite the headache.]
Squalo, He won't answer. You know that.
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You. You can get his attention. Do it. This ends one way or another.
[ maybe he needs a visit to the hospital again. or at least to be knocked the fuck out. ]
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[Even if he could call him right down, doing so would be suicidal for Squalo anyway.]
You look tired, Squalo.
[And if there's a bit of magic behind those words that have him slumping to the ground -- oh, well. He definitely needs a night in the hospital, honestly.]
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[ He gestures wildly, yeah, still with the sword, a mad glint in his eye. He's completely forgotten all his agreements and reason at the moment. He just wants to fuck the entire Hell up, to hurt Lucifer, more importantly, piss off God -- ]
I'm -- I will tear this entire place down, I will... make...
[ As he speaks, his body grows heavy. Too heavy. He's so tired. More tired than he's ever been, and for once in his life, his grip falters, the sword falling to the floor before he sinks to his knees. The look on his face is that of betrayal as he still manages to turn his eyes to Lucifer's face. ]
...what... have...
[ what have you done to me is probably the most likely option of what he was going for, but he never finishes it. ]
[ instead, he just slowly faceplants into the floor and remains unmoving, seemingly fast asleep. ]
[ there's hoping with some drugs and maybe a little unconventional therapy he will feel better... or at least keep it in his mind to behave a little more next time. ]