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Date: Sunday, 15 March 2009 23:07 (UTC)
Belial made no argument -- the Old Gods tended to get a bit preachy about the One God. The Far Eastern pantheons were the worst.

"American manifestation? Interesting," he said. It wasn't particularly a vein of discussion he was familiar with. The Old Gods had shown up wherever their people had needed them. He wondered if they were just fractured pieces of the same being; Belial had often wondered at the nature of his own origins.

What had existed before existence?

He ignored the speculation and cupped his hands. A glass materialized in his palms; it had been too long since he had practiced this, so it was slow, oozing up from his skin instead of appearing.

"Fresh carrot juice it is," he said, blinked, and the glass was full.
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