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"Lucifer," she whispered, upon seeing her master once he was freed from his cage. If there was anyone she would willingly serve and give her life for, it would be Lucifer. Not that joke of a tyrant, Crowley. "I couldn't bear the thought of you being locked away any longer. Let us leave this place and help you take back that throne, hmm?" ||| @lucifcro liked for a starter.
Honestly, Abaddon had been growing tired of searching for the perfect and most loyal demons to mold into knights of hell. She decided it was time to broaden her horizons. Vampires And she had the perfet test subject in mind. Staring over at the other, her red matted lips pulled into a smirk. "What if I were to tell you I'm willing to give you the offer of a lifetime?" ||| @bloodrips liked for a starter.
I am destruction.
|| out of knights; So this is merely for my own personal use to keep track of who I owe and will get back to tomorrow morning.
{ random starters } @bloodrips & @lucifcro
{ drafts } @thecoldheartedwolf & @thxrny & @righteouson
I believe that is all I that I owe. Am I forgetting you? Message me. Wish to be added to this list and get a potential plot going? Message me. It’s really that simple.~
Hours after endless hours had been spent on her masterpiece- because this was exactly what he was. He was her canvas. He was her muse. He was her finished work of art. He was her very first Knight of Hell created after so many centuries. And she had the perfect plan for what to do with him. Abaddon waved her hand, the door to her chambers--well, penthouse hotel room, opening as she exited the elevator. Red waves bounced with each step she took and her vibrant crimson painted lips were curved into a wicked grin. She had just learned the whereabouts of Crowley and couldn't wait to get her hands on him. With each passing day, more and more demons were dropping allegiance to Crowley soon-to-be-former'King of Hell'. They were beginning to see who their true leader was meant to be: herself. She had the drive to take back Helland make it great once more. Word around the block was that Crowley had gotten soft. He was nothing more than a mere pansy. But Abaddon? She was born to be queen. "Dean," she called out, figuring that her second in command would be here already. She didn't give it too much thought when he didn't answer to her right away. He had always been somewhat of a free spirit and she commended him for it. Now in the living quarters of the penthouse, she stood in the center and snapped her fingers. Two demons suddenly appeared before her; a male, bloodied and battered was on his knees between her henchmen who kept a hold of his shoulders. "Tell me again. Who is the ruler of Hell?" "Y-you are, y-your majesty." He stuttered. This demon, having been a personal servant of Crowley's. She smiled wickedly upon hearing this. But where was Dean? Why wasn't he here to bask in her glory with her? She glanced up to her own demons who nodded before dragging Crowley's cronie away to tie up somewhere for Abaddon's personal use later. ||| @exxorciism.
❝ different GENDER , same SHITTY IDEA — see that’s a MATTER OF OPINION. an’ m’ PRETTY SURE a majority would strongly disagree with ya’. ❞
Was she really standing here and arguing with some ａｄｏｌｅｓｃｅｎｔ ? She was a 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑬𝑵 , after all. ❝ 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒚 , you must love to talk. You remind me of a ｒａｍｂｌｉｎ＇ man I knew. ❞
[♚] Independent Abaddon [♚] Supernatural RP [♚] Crossover Friendly [♚] Bow down to your queen.
[♚] guidelines
thecoldheartedwolf:
“And what to I owe this visit to?” She didn’t have to turn to know someone was behind her, it was the presence that had notified her on her visitor.
@hellsfirecrxtch
Abaddon stopped in her tracks behind the girl. She had been contemplating whether or not she would prove useful for her down the line. "You've caught me," she feigned surprise, ending the act quickly as she continued. "The name is Abaddon. Perhaps you've heard of me?"
go ahead and play hard to get, and I’ll peel off this “no demons allowed” tattoo and blow smoke up your ass.
❝ You and I, love. We're going to have some fun times. ❞ She whispered, a hint of a smirk daring to play on her lips.
righteouson:
( @hellsfirecrxtch / starter call. )
❝ —— just so ya’ know , the INVADERS are always the bad guys. ALWAYS. ❞
❝ Bad guy, huh? Why is it always bad 𝐠𝐮𝐲? Some of us are bad GIRLS. And I wouldn't say ｉｎｖａｄｅｒｓ either. We're 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒓𝒔. ❞
Why don’t you be a doll and give me what I want?
Who is this irresistible creature who has an insatiable love for the dead?
LIVING DEAD GIRL!
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&&she's out for blood; I hate to just make this blog and leave for endless hours, but the mundane world and duty calls. I'll be back tonight to try to set up some plots and find others who wish to engage in some sort of interaction. Until then, I'll be appearing here and there, possibly reblogging things pertaining to yours truly. Toodles.
[♚] Independent Abaddon [♚] Supernatural RP [♚] Crossover Friendly [♚] Bow down to your queen.
[♚] guidelines
Are we going to fight or make out? ‘Cause I’m getting some real mixed signals here.
