[Just for the idea of tormenting Beel alone, seriously. He grimaces at the thought of it - poor, poor Beel. He had the idea he was easy to mess around with in his own way, even as level-headed as he was, and this only confirmed it. Well. Better Lobelia than him, even if Lobelia did seem to get a (ironically satisfactory) gruesome end for his troubles.]
[He shakes his head, the grip on the magician's neck and lower back of his skull adjusting, before tightening like a vice.]
I'll give you your death, then, Lobelia.
[He sighs his name. The angel of death here to add another tally mark to the many. And yet, and yet, and yet...]
[Well, best not to let it drag on.]
[He makes a decisive twist of his hands, and the snap of the other's neck comes painfully easily. Swift, as anything.]
cw: death
[Just for the idea of tormenting Beel alone, seriously. He grimaces at the thought of it - poor, poor Beel. He had the idea he was easy to mess around with in his own way, even as level-headed as he was, and this only confirmed it. Well. Better Lobelia than him, even if Lobelia did seem to get a (ironically satisfactory) gruesome end for his troubles.]
[He shakes his head, the grip on the magician's neck and lower back of his skull adjusting, before tightening like a vice.]
I'll give you your death, then, Lobelia.
[He sighs his name. The angel of death here to add another tally mark to the many. And yet, and yet, and yet...]
[Well, best not to let it drag on.]
[He makes a decisive twist of his hands, and the snap of the other's neck comes painfully easily. Swift, as anything.]
[Who knew he was, indeed, so very fragile?]