I'm your Beloved, dammit! You're going to let me save your soul, and like it!

Stay here til I come to fetch you." I no longer recognize you in the Republic of Joy," I loftily informed him. "Our diplomatic ties are severed." Unsever them," he growled, "or the Country of Raphael will be forced to declare your republic a protectorate." Dictator," I muttered. For life," he agreed.

Well, possibly," I said, feeling my lips twitch again. "But maybe first you would tell us why you chose to manifest yourself in the form of Shirley Temple as last seen on the 'Good Ship Lollipop'?" The demon twirled around, its big pink sash fluttering as it smoothed down its dress and frilly little petticoat. "My grotesque form isn't making you sick with fright?" We both shook our heads, Noelle with a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing out loud. "Shirley Temple at her pinnacle was frightening," I finally told it, "but not in the sense I think you mean.

What's a friend for if not to face almost certain death with, eh?

I tried to avoid looking at the dress full on, lest it burn out my retinas with its glittering hideousness.

Those who play with fire should expect to be consumed by it.

He does not see as i have that you have given him your heart, but he is male. We will cut him some slack for that handicap, yes?