"Crawling out of Hell is the hardest thing to do. Killing bitches? Now that's as easy as stealing candy from a baby."

"I sit on the throne of your lies. My crown, your barbed truths. My staff, your splintered spine."

"Baby, I'll be your Hellhound. Just be sure to keep me on a tight leash."

Casually wipes his bloody hands down semi-clean jeans, leaving crimson fingerprints, before grabbing a beer from the fridge.

Smol demon is bored..

"Looking for playthings to torment. Little help?"

Casually torments Crowley. "Oh, Hell Daddy! Your demon is bored!"

"Give me your cummies, Hell Daddy."

Prowls across the TL.

Stabs his machete into the arm of a beaten up armchair and sits down with a thump.

Rakes his claws down the TL.

Looking for a Sam, Castiel or Crowley to be my handler. Must have a firm hand and be patient above all else. DM for details. 21+

MAY I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE? WILL THE REAL SLIM SHADY PLEASE STAND UP?

Ravages the TL. "Notice me, bitch!"

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