❛⸗ 𝐇𝐄 𝑾𝑯𝑶 𝐃͟𝐄͟𝐒͟𝐈͟𝐑͟𝐄͟𝐒 .ᐟ

be a 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑 little princess in your head , but , that does not give you the authority to touch. if i wish to know something , i can easily access that knowledge. perhaps i ought to alert father or pride of your actions. you may need a brush up on rules and respect. “

and what kind of business would that be? he should drink responsibly. hopefully he's well aware of his limit.

they're sounding waaaay more shady with all that—— wait a second. there was a small pause. sell a soul? they sound nuts. “what are you, some kind of demon or something?” she's obviously joking, although she's expecting a weird answer.

“who knows .. perhaps I do or perhaps I don't.” leans in as well, a subtle yet devilish smile starts to grow on his features as he grasps their chin. “are you hoping that I am? you'll just have to find out.”

︎ ︎ ︎ knives he was talking about. ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎

︎ ︎ Retract that statement, because it’s false. ︎

︎ ︎ ︎ arms crossed over his chest. he hates arrogant fuckers like him. makes his eye twitch. ' stole that from my last kill. ' his aim wasn't even fucking bad. ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎

rejection at every possible person ; even the ones her mother introduced her to. with a short sigh and forming a smile once again. “ just within hell.. by mothers side and now coming back to earthly plains to relax. and you ? “

indeed they are, she's seen and dealt with more than her fair share of greedy people unfortunately. .. they look a little too happy, what's got them in such a good mood?

a little too busy, no one in hell has seen them in a good while, and mammon has been nagging about that. tch. “I should bring you along to suffer with me, leviathan was ranting to me about one of his wives.”

highly irresponsible. does he have a death wish?

︎ ︎ ︎ eyes narrow down at the taller, lips pursed tight. remembers him. how can he forget. ' fuck off. ' snarls at him. ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎

︎ ︎ ︎ throws a knife at the ︎ [ 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ]. ︎ ︎ ︎