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Gregorith's "status reports" tended to be both written down for official records, and delivered via phone call home. Not so this time, which prompted a concerned response from "PapaLuci@hell.aftrlf".
"Gregorith, you usually call as well as write, are you okay?"
"Sorry sir. It hurts to talk. It hurts to swallow. MY EXISTENCE IS PAIN."
Actually his throat was beginning to fell better, due in part to his going through Halls lozenges like they were candy. But now he was severely congested which was also not conducive to speaking.
"Melodrama aside, I'm ill. The usual torment."
In general, demons weren't ACTUALLY convinced they were dying whenever they got sick. They just hated it so much that they became ailing victorian children for a while. Largely because it didn't happen often enough for them to become desensitized to it. Also they enjoyed being melodramatic.
"Oh dear. I had hoped your being in another universe would have shielded you from it. But Beleth has it too so I guess it's not that simple."
Gregorith felt a pang of envy for his best friend, with a partner and kid to fuss over him and give him grief for his dramatics in his time of woe.
"In any case I suspect you'll pull through. You always do. I'm told jagermeister can help, but that comes from Loki so that may be a joke. Anyway, tell me more about this other me."
"Well I'm sorry to say we got off on a rocky start. He did not take the news that there was another version of him well. He also had a stronger reaction to my description of our universe than the other people I've spoken too. I fear his universe may be pretty bad. But he does seem protective of the demons in his universe, and he showed a passing interest in my art, such as it is."
"Gregorith, you usually call as well as write, are you okay?"
"Sorry sir. It hurts to talk. It hurts to swallow. MY EXISTENCE IS PAIN."
Actually his throat was beginning to fell better, due in part to his going through Halls lozenges like they were candy. But now he was severely congested which was also not conducive to speaking.
"Melodrama aside, I'm ill. The usual torment."
In general, demons weren't ACTUALLY convinced they were dying whenever they got sick. They just hated it so much that they became ailing victorian children for a while. Largely because it didn't happen often enough for them to become desensitized to it. Also they enjoyed being melodramatic.
"Oh dear. I had hoped your being in another universe would have shielded you from it. But Beleth has it too so I guess it's not that simple."
Gregorith felt a pang of envy for his best friend, with a partner and kid to fuss over him and give him grief for his dramatics in his time of woe.
"In any case I suspect you'll pull through. You always do. I'm told jagermeister can help, but that comes from Loki so that may be a joke. Anyway, tell me more about this other me."
"Well I'm sorry to say we got off on a rocky start. He did not take the news that there was another version of him well. He also had a stronger reaction to my description of our universe than the other people I've spoken too. I fear his universe may be pretty bad. But he does seem protective of the demons in his universe, and he showed a passing interest in my art, such as it is."
