"Ah!"
After a dramatic cry, the blonde Succubus named Moma fell down in the backyard, leaving only the Demon Bat and the dancing Tentacle Monster standing among the wreckage.
Sin, oh sin!
Looking at the scattered remnants of the fallen, Wayne raised his hand to form a cross on his chest, feeling that the Demon Bat seemed a bit drained, he replenished it with some foam.
The Demon Bat was back on its feet!
Demon Bat: Don't blame little bat for everything, look for the reasons in yourself, please.
The Avatar had no rights and spoke softly, Wayne reprimanded its excuses and pondered the dull monotony of life in Paradise Lost, deciding to visit Lust in a few days to finalize the deal.
It can't be too fast; whoever rushes at the negotiating table falls at a disadvantage, nor too slow; he's impersonating Pride, not really Pride, delay could lead to unexpected changes.
Three days, no, five days or a week seems just right.
