An entrance

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The front door does not open. There is no fanfare or exclamations.

Simply a man, where there was not one before.

He's about six feet tall, dark, dressed in a suit and topcoat. He has a scarf. And shades.

And a lighter in his hand. It's black. And he plays with it a lot.

So. Just a man.

In a bar.




He may hurt you.

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[burning-evil.livejournal.com]

'You think because you don't see proof, we're not there? You're one of those?' He sneers. 'Where do you think we would go? I'd say you have a problem with denial Max.'

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There's a faint flicker of amusement there. It's a coping mechanism, of sorts. "No, I just have a problem with believing that two infinite powers could possibly be bothered to play chess with my insignificant mudball of a world. And besides, believing without proof, either concrete or implicit, is too close to blind faith for my liking. And that has never helped anyone."

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'You need proof of their existance?' Our existance? 'What would it take then, for you to believe?'

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She shakes her head slightly. "In my world. I'm perfectly willing to believe that everything ever conceived of exists somewhere in the multiverse."

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He frowns. 'But how do you know I'm not from your world?'

He'll never admit it if he isn't, of course. Maybe all versions of Earth are his. It's not the point though. He's just trying to make her think.

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"You cover story," she replies simply. And then tilts her head to one side, eyeing him curiously. "Why is it so important to you that I believe in you, not just in the context of this place, but my own reality as well?"

It's really not that hard a leap of logic to make, given the clues. And, well...Milliways.

She does sound honestly curious. Unnerved, wary, but curious.

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'Cover?' His face twists and suddenly looks rather ugly at a level far more base than simply the cosmetic. 'I could have picked that from any one of billions of minds. Who do you think you are, to question me?'

Satan has a rather large ego. He snarls the retort to her question, but doesn't answer it. Because he thinks the answer should be pretty damn obvious, given who he is.