T h e r e ‘ s a special p l a c e in hell
reserved just for me and it‘s called
THE THRONE
There was blood everywhere, on the floor, on his hands, everywhere around him. And bodies drained in blood. Bodies he knew as neighboors, classmates, family. But he felt nothing, nothing except satisfied revenge. His laugh echoed in the empty area, or maybe it was in his head, it was empty as well. He was overwhelmed by the taste of power and darkness inside him and didn’t want to miss it anymore. „Good job, my son.“ There was this voice again, an eternal companion of his thoughts. He knew exactly who he was. „I’m not your son“, Iljà answered, still looking on his bloodied hands. „But you could be“, the devil answered and revealed his appearance, red eyes looking down at him. Iljà knew what his answer would be, even before he spoke. He made a deal with the devil, the very first one. And the very best one.
— iljà kazàchenko, born human but raised in hell alongside lilith, alphademon and lucifer‘s right hand, married to a werewolf, father of (soon) four little halfdemons
(fictional supernatural character, always looking for nice and long conversations, crossover friendly; just hit me up, fc: jensen ackles) promo credit to my hubby
