"Ah," Belial said. "Not a god, no. Demon, though I was once often mistaken for a deity by mortals. I am Belial."
Loki. Belial had never been very keen on the Nordic gods. Too violent, and the weather was far too cold. But what was one doing on this rainy little corner of the Earth?
"I thought your lot didn't get along with the Dagda and his folk," Belial said. Not to mention the Catholics and the Protestants. "I've already been serving drinks. That woman -- Sister Mary -- seemed amenable to the idea." And he was right at home in the bar. Liquor always lubricated the tempting process; he had a certain affinity for it.
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Loki. Belial had never been very keen on the Nordic gods. Too violent, and the weather was far too cold. But what was one doing on this rainy little corner of the Earth?
"I thought your lot didn't get along with the Dagda and his folk," Belial said. Not to mention the Catholics and the Protestants. "I've already been serving drinks. That woman -- Sister Mary -- seemed amenable to the idea." And he was right at home in the bar. Liquor always lubricated the tempting process; he had a certain affinity for it.