I AM THE LORD OF MATERIAL POWER. I AM ZIE WHO DOES NOT SERVE. THE ETERNAL REBEL, THE HEDONIST, THE SCAPEGOAT. I AM CALLED MALBOLGE, AND I AM THE DEVIL.
"... Okay, Mally-boy," he begins, going for levity because he'd rather not go down the route of the God-fearing man potentially in the presence of the actual Devil himself. "That's all very nice, but why am I here? Not that it isn't all charming in here, especially with the mood lighting you've got going on-" A hand waved to the blue flames. "-but I've got places to be."
"Where's the fun in that?" he jokes. "Besides, short of falling into a pit of molten lava or directly under an oncoming train, I think I can keep myself alive."
He cocks his head, giving the Devil a pointed look. "Unless you want to be a good chap and let me go home, Mally?"
"That's a load of crock, and there's a there for me to be if there's no here," Jacob argues, brow dropping in a scowl. "You've had your fun, now let me go."
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"I don't take orders from you, mate."
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"That's nice, now, I think we're done here, not that this conversation wasn't just riveting," he says flippantly. "Where's the door?"
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He cocks his head, giving the Devil a pointed look. "Unless you want to be a good chap and let me go home, Mally?"
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There is, now, a door - a brass elevator grille set into one wall, too shadowy on the other side to make out any details.
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