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Send me a ♠ for my muse's reaction to walking in on yours masturbating.

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[7:28:58 PM] тнє { ♆ } кιηg ;;: ideir hel me

[7:29:39 PM] ↝piper.: was that a keysmash or german

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       "Someone looks lonely."

     “—…” It’s that time of night. 

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         Crisp black suit, hair like ebony, and a smile that deceives.  Not what you would think of Perdition to look like, right? Never. His eyes were devoid of any emotion--in this state, he hardly had any emotions to offer. Lips pursed, crimson hues set on the woman before him.  He even offers a short yawn.

         The gun hardly fazes. Bela Talbot. The being knew the scent of the woman. They had spent quite some time together. In a few senses of the word. Their own scent, like brimstone and smoke. It should almost be too obvious to the collector. Nothing too frightening. He steps forward, tipping the gun down with two fingers. Obviously not afraid to show how this should work.

                  "You left so early, Bela."

        Even then, only an inkling of a smile caresses the stoic features. He's quite amused, even if you can't exactly see it. Arms spread wide in a sort of gesture. 

                                                     "Why not come back?"

†hell on earth

   That feeling she gets from the person in front of her is just enough for her to draw her weapon. Bela’s face falters for a moment, but she quickly recovers, per usual, can’t show weakness now, can we? The handgun steadies in her hand, getting just a little more confident as the seconds tick by slowly.

     He gives such a chilling presence, one all to familiar for the resurrected soul, Bela despises it. The stench that was down there, now follows her up here? Great. The grip on the gun tightens, chills running through her skin. 

❝If you could explain yourself, sweetie. That’d be fantastic.❞

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perditionsxwhore replied to your post: My tag is broken.

/Raises hand/ COULD HAVE BEEN M,E

You whore. 

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           {✗;; Something was incredibly off now. She couldn't simply i g n o r e it. Samuel Winchester the Fallen boy King who had spent years in the pit. Right along side their Creator, the one and only Lucifer. It almost got a laugh--but instead, a perplexed look graced usually stoic features. "How did you even get out," what a strange questions, one he wouldn't understand right off the bat. "Of the Cage, I mean."

          [ The aura is dark, menacing— like something he’d dealt with in the past, though a finger couldn’t be placed. Try as he might, Sam couldn’t come to a single conclusion— partially because he hadn’t been thinking all that hard. Soon enough, his smart little mind would understand; and all hell would break loose. 

          L i t e r a l l y. ]

          Uh, no, not really.

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            {✗;; Surprisingly, you've caught the being in an extraordinarily good mood--and we do mean surprisingly. Not every day Hell ends up with a smile on their face, you know. "Can I help you with something?" And only ever so slightly rudely greeting people today. That's a good improvement. 

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           {✗;; "It all sounds a bit complicated. I am not like you, though. I was created to match the Heaven's, soon after she was made personified." Hundreds, and hundreds of years ago. "Not quite related."

“More or less made of the same stuff, yes.”

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           {✗;; "I've met Death a time or too, how else are you going to deliver people to the Inferno?" Besides Reapers. "Are you all related?"

“I think you’ve confused yourself with my brother, Death. I’m sure you’ve heard of him at some point, and yes I am after I all I serve the mortal.”