Asmodeus

Always mine. Forever. The silver lynx I rescued will ever remember to whom she's indebted, no matter where it's head rests. Your heart will always be with me, no matter what lie you seek to tell yourself. Remember that.

Ah, then one more thing; should she find herself on 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ'𝑠 𝐷𝑜𝑜𝑟, she'll find no portal to his safe haven, lest she desires to bequeath him her last moments before bleeding out on his floor. A cherry on top for the soul she's already given up. Cheers.

Well. She can consider all her funds revoked. All access to his network, 𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙙, until such time she comes to her senses. He'll look forward to her groveling when all the finery he provides for, has her down to the shabby street urchin he'd given 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞.

He will 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 the beautiful Huntress, that she is bound to him for her natural born life. She will always be his.

Except she /has/. Every response she's uttered has been an expectation in acceptance. Unless of course, she's merely trying to flex her will, which is the expectation that another will bow to it. She'll find no such respect here. Good /day/, madam.

Wrath, love. Perhaps she needs to curb her expectations.

That her opinion simply. Doesn't. Matter.

It isn't about the action or history of a sin, but the embodiment of it. She embodies patience, fidelity. /Virtues/. For a virtue to slip up on the odd occasion, or even long bouts, is hardly feed enough for those at the pinnacle of the Sins themselves.

Sins are /always/ apart of the equation. He is an Angel, but a Devil too. Opinions from those not steeped in them have little value to contribute.

Lip snarls in annoyance. He has forgotten nothing.

Snorts derisively. He made you what you are didn't he?

Admit it, she has her uses.

The #Spider should be most grateful Belial isn't here.

Her sins are hardly weight enough to make her opinion matter on the subject. The virtuous will always spout their creed and opinion as gospel. He has no use for it.

But darling, entitlement is his /brand/.