️ ️ ️ ️ ┊͙ 𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑 ️ ️ ️ ️ ‶ ️ 𝘚𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦, ᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓸𝓷 ᅠᅠᅠ𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶′𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 ᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝑹𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒐 𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 . ‶ ️ ️

機嫌が悪い日

♥︎ + 🔃 for lewd rp in DM only If we already have one , don't interact then🕷💕 ~plot in mind~

He’s replaced all the coke in his buildings with an inert substitute. He’s gonna see how long people last…and watch the fireworks.

"𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕥..?" Valentino animated like a marionette with its strings, ready to dance. The haze of sleep, even at his desk would veil him momentarily. "𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝕦𝕡~"

A mob boss watched as his car slid to a stop. Demons emerged from every corner. The doors were locked. It was a massacre. The dirty part of the bosses work. But it had to be done.

Oh that’s great- You knock out hells power!

/Click./ /Clack./ /Click./

Is Vox acting uppity again?

"𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕚𝕥~" He walks up, closing the gap from the room immediately, claws open.

There’s a bend to his knees, he walks with a pronounced slouch…and yet still he towers. "𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕥'𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕣." And off the hordes sprinted. Not with catch-mans or nets or hooks like they used to. But Angel would still need to be found.

A claw plunges up towards his gum-line, rubbing in a healthy dose of coke. "𝔽𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕥'𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕚𝕠 𝕥'𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗." He’s relaxing. Don’t ruin it for him.

(My muse might be low but I 100% still FW this art style and artist-)

Lighting a cigarette.

Heavy side eye. Doesn’t like to share.

He’s on his phone. Nobody text him.

(I wanna rp-)

/Click./ The overlord felt the blue flames gutter in his hands. "𝕀𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝕓𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕥-" That holy smoking gun, Lucille in Valentinos hand. "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞." "𝕋𝕣𝕪 𝕞𝕖...~" "...𝐨𝐧𝐞-" /BANG!/ Hell was a demon emptier.