[center][h2][color=F5F5DC] Charles Hodges [/color][/h2][/center]

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I quickly made my way to the door as the imp slipped the goods into my pocket. [color=BCD4E6][i]Which fu-[i/] [/color] [color=f5f5dc] “Please, just for a moment can we not with this bulocs!” [/color] I said gripping the doorknob, putting on as much of a smile as I could muster, though in the mirror it looked rather painful. It was. 
I opened the door and cool London air blew in as I pulled out a smoke. [color=f5f5dc] “Zayn, a pleasure to make your acquaintance, I’ve heard… well not so much actually.” [/color] I motioned for him to come in pointing to the jacket rack. [color=f5f5dc] “I had to talk to a particularly crazy aboriginal with the shrunken head of some french queen he kept going on about to even catch wind of you. And of course Pride.” [/color] I gave the demon my best if disdainful respectful nod. Pride had a temper not to be [color=BCD4E6][i] Fucked with?[/i] [/color] Sure, for lack of a better wording, fucked with. I lead him into the main room a huge room full of historical art and a very long dining table. Three Imps scurried away as I opened the two broad, elegantly carved doors leading to the dining room. My left hand itched, it seemed someone wanted to play. My hand turned to sand as I whispered the spell, it fell to the floor and the sand piled up revealing Agares in all her glory.
[color=f5f5dc]“How longs it been?”[/color] I said wiggling my earlobe… finally silence. Agares looked at me and turned to her old Hawk Face.
[color=BCD4E6]“Stuck in your fucking head?” [/color] He said limping over to me [color=BCD4E6]“I don't know maybe two years laddy,” [/color] His face pinched up [color=BCD4E6] “If i could cut your balls off and hang them in my viewing room, I would.” [/color] She turned back into her usual beautiful self and greeted Pride.
[color=f5f5dc]“I own your viewing room” [/color] I said turning to Zayn,[color=f5f5dc] “How was your trip?" [/color/