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Everyone should know that I nerded out and added a third verse to my verses page.

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          "...my history with Abaddon is complicated. Choose your questions carefully."

        “You really think that dick in my corner is a one up?  I don’t trust Crowley, not as far as I could throw him, which isn’t.

       —— No. I said once I got the mark I’d handle it,…but I need information, and you’re the only one who knows Abaddon… I mean all the nasty insides and dirty secrets kinda knows.  ”

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Current Mood:

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I HAVE MORE FOLLOWERS THAN I DID TWO SECONDS AGO WHO DID THE THING *PTERODACTYL SCREECH*

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....finds all the ooc posts as entertaining as the ic ones

grabs popcorn

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I quit taking notes on poetry just to post this post and scroll through my dash, you people are addictive.

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Reblog this for written permission to send you asks if we've never interacted before.

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"I guess you did know what you were doing."

          Cain rolled his shoulders, tilting his head one way and then the other and causing the joints to snap and pop audibly. When he opened his eyes they were white, then faded back into normal. "...I'm the one who wrote the book, Lenny. I told you that when I decided to drag you down here."

          He hadn't even touched her yet, but then those who have mastered torture don't really need to get their hands dirty, as he had taught his lieutenants at the very beginning. And they had taught their apprentices and so on. So few, these days, had any real skill when it came to torture. They were there to hurt, and that was all.

          The fact of the matter was simple: true demonic sadism was a craft. It was a scalpel, rather than a pernach and required just as sharp a mind as the pain it inflicted. Truly, Lenny should've counted herself lucky to be under Cain's care in Hell. She was lucky that he liked her so; he didn't roll out the red, blood-stained carpet for just anyone. He didn't give them his undivided attention and mould their souls like clay in his hands, burning and carving and dicing at the very fabric of their existence like so.

          "Ready for round two?"

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triple-r-porn:

Richard Armitage as John Porter in Strike Back.

[x] Pics edited.

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I am passing out for the night. Leave things in my askbox or I'll be mad or something zzzzzzzzzz

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          Cain didn't want any trouble... he'd gone through the trouble of finding himself a different vessel to possess, made sure it was a coma patient rather than possess an unwilling host, and had hit the road to find some brand new rock to hide under. He hadn't expected to run into another demon anytime soon. Yet here he was.

          "...I suggest we keep our meeting brief. Unless you're not planning to give me any trouble." Cain straightened up to his full height, looking down at Meg, able to feel the touch of Azazel's influence within her. She was young, but strong. He'd be polite because she deserved it.

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       Meg raised an eyebrow at the demon, upon taking notice of the face behind his possessed body; it was true that she didn’t know him directly, though countless rumors and stories from Hell paved the way to information on the Knights. 

                          Cain, was he not?

   Oh, he’d probably be one to take caution around. Still, the younger demon couldn’t resist greeting him,

                          “Well, hi there.”

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byeolrince:

(original pic via RAnet)

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"Come here often?"

          "As often as I can." Cain answered readily, leading Lenny over to the bar and signaling the bartender. He was pleased when without being told what, the bartender brought over exactly what he was going to order for himself and Lenny. "You could say this is one of my old haunts."

          Cain handed Lenny her drink-- something he'd picked out from her from watching what her tastes were when it came to drinks of any sort, alcoholic or non-- and gave the glass a gentle tap with his own. "Cheers."

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"I’m not scared."

          "That's too bad. You should be."