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Within a few short seconds of being on His lap, the asshole of the year runner-up Insania decided it would be a good idea to shove Apia's head full force into His crotch. What followed for Apia was a good amount of blissful seconds, being oh-so-close to His majesty and His staff of ice. Was she really worthy of being THIS close to it? So close she could almost sniff it? Wait... she [i]could[/i] sniff it actually. Nobody would notice if you made it seem natural, like you had to get air. What did it even smell like? She wanted to know now more than ever.

What followed after the attempted sniff was Insania stomping on Him, which threw Apia over to Ira's feet and made Apia very unhappy. The thoughts that raced through her head were the kind of nightmares a kid would witness after they watched [i]the Exorcist[/i]. Nobody but her could do that to Him. She was the only one who could hurt Him and be unharmed. Insania wasn't her. Insania was some asshole stepping up and trying to make himself look so high-and-mighty. That didn't fly with Apia. A lot did, including being socially awkward around Ira and being incredibly mindful of Dana, but this wasn't either of those things. Not at all. Naughtiness deserved to be conditioned out of the boy that caused it. The naughtiness and anger was so blinding that Apia completely forgot Ira was behind her.

Victoire brought up some bullshit about a significant victory for Hell which Apia hardly listened to due to her blinding rage. She did listen, and every point Victoire brought up was strong. There were no real problems Apia had with the plan. There were problems Apia had with Insania... but her actions could wait. Words were more suited for now, and actions could be settled later.

[color=yellow]"Marvelous idea, Lady Bordeaux,"[/color] Apia began in her normal tone of speaking, more eloquently stated than more common rabble. Then, her voice took a sharp turn down towards a passive-aggressive tone as she turned towards Insania and simply stared, a devious grin washing over her face as she eyed his body up and down. [color=yellow]"Though, I do have a question for Insania..."[/color] She took a pause, likely for dramatic effect. [color=yellow]"How does it feel to suck on the collective shafts of every member of this oligarchy? That's arguably worse than [i]me[/i]. You know what that means, Insania?"[/color] Apia stepped forward towards the demon reclining in the air before her eyes closed half-shut. [color=yellow]"You're worse than me in some way. You're worse than the bloody mutt of a hybrid I am."[/color]

[color=yellow]"Though... maybe you enjoy it. Maybe you enjoy being the harlot you were destined to be. Maybe my job is done."[/color] Apia took a turn on her heel as she walked over to Him, lowering her hand to him as an extension to help him stand up on his two feet.