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‘ BRAT.

“Might slow you down enough to get me out of here. Call me crazy, but smiting isn’t my thing.” Besides, the knife wasn’t the important thing. It’s the wielder. Meg was always fast and smart. You had to be, in her line of work. It was why Azazel chose her to help implement his plans. Meg was a demon to be feared, even if she didn’t look it anymore. She was once the top of the demonic food chain, before the Winchesters and their angels started stomping on her territory. Now she’s fighting just to live. “Care to test your theory?”

❝ I would think appeasement would be closer to your ultimate goal--seeing as you want to walk out of here. ❞ At the very most, enough damage could be done to allow an escape, but then what, she wondered. What plan did the other have that could possibly save her after incurring the wrath of something she was clearly so ill-equipped to handle? ❝ You can try, if you would like, but if I may? Your life doesn’t matter enough to me to bother trying to kill you at this point--unless you give me a reason. ❞

#&. ❝ v. what was right is wrong. ❞ ( ᴀʀᴄʜᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ; ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ. ) ;#heavenclarence

crossroadcaesar-blog

The young crossroads demon did not miss the condescension in Hala’s tone as she echoed his words back to him, but he was used to that by now. When one’s rung on Hell’s ladder was three inches under the bedrock, one tended to find themself bearing the brunt of much abuse–a bit of harmless snark felt like flower petals raining down on his head by comparison. “I’ll take my chances,” Jon replied with as charming a smile as he could muster, “As long as that road leads anywhere but here.” Because frankly, it couldn’t get much worse than toiling endlessly under Nybbas’ heel for what amounted to the privilege of not becoming the next meal for his commander’s hellhounds.

A little tickle of excitement filled his host’s belly when the Archdemon actually reached out a hand to take the papyrus from his. He’d been sticking his neck out even to approach someone like her, and despite his upbeat attitude it wasn’t lost on the crossroads demon that he may well be baring his throat to a hungry wolf, but the gamble had paid off. At least, she hadn’t killed him yet. “Apocryphal texts,” he began, summarizing helpfully as she scanned over the scroll herself, “They’re written in Enochian; most of it’s irrelevant dribble, but there’s one part, here–” Jon tapped a finger at a single line halfway down the page, “–It says the Archangel Gabriel’s still Topside even after the Host withdrew to Heaven more than three hundred years ago, hidden away in the body of a lesser Tulpa somewhere in the Northern European territory. Do you…I need to know if that’s possible.”

ofcrimsonroses

❝ Gabriel--now there’s a name I haven’t heard in a very long time, to be sure. ❞ Rather, it was name she hadn’t heard in reference to the Archangel himself, instead of some little story God’s favorite creation had concocted to make themselves feel better about the darkness of the world around them. A being of light to combat the rising shadows that threatened them. ❝ Anything is possible, Sweetie, from an Archangel walking among us to God himself playing at being an old drunk in the slums of a backwater city no one cares about. ❞ At least one of those things she knew to be true; Archangels were known to follow their duties and do what they were told no matter how it went, though she couldn’t speak for God--nor wanted to. ❝ The question you should be asking isn’t possibility, but reliability. People aren’t known to have the most accurate portrayals of Heaven, Hell, or any of their occupants. This could be nothing more than the rambling of a dying man who thought he had been touched by angels and wanted to leave behind something to prove her was here. ❞ Or it could be the adventure that really brought him to an early grave.

A pity, really, to waste such a pretty face.

Slender shoulders rose and fell in a shrug, gaze giving one last once over to the words written in the familiar language before rising back to him. ❝ Tell me: how, pray tell, does this help you, now? You know it can be true--maybe you know it is true with my confirmation of as much--but how does this get you anywhere but dead before your time? ❞ There wasn’t care or concern in her voice, just curiosity; she might have wanted to know what he planned to do with his new-found knowledge, little though it was, but it wasn’t from any desire to help him not die in the pursuit of it.

#Honestly same though #on like both points except my reply is even later so #Although I do have sort of an idea of what Hala has planned that I might go with #&. ❝ v. i can’t move heaven so i’ll raise hell. ❞ ( ᴀʀᴄʜᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ; ᴘᴀsᴛ. ) ;#crossroadcaesar

ghostling

Four Word . Prompts

“Please, come with me.”

“You’re always number one.”

“I can’t do this.”

“I won’t let you.”

“Maybe I’m just crazy.”

“I’m not even sorry.”

“Honestly, just stop it.”

“I believe in you.”

“Don’t be an ass.”

“Who were you with?”

“Please talk to me.”

“I can’t trust you.”

“I need you, though.”

“Don’t be fucking rude.”

“Is that my shirt?”

“So, it was you.”

“I need to go.”

“Just stay with me.”

“You can trust me.”

“Alright, I love you.”

“I’m sorry, but no.”

“Will you help me?”

“You’re a terrible cook.”

“Can you shut up!?”

“You love me, right?”

“I really need you.”

“I don’t love you.”

“I’m not doing this.”

“I really need you.”

“You don’t want me.”

“Let me help you.”

“You’re such a bitch.”

“I can’t do this.”

“You think you’re funny?”

“Hey, I said stop!”

“Will you marry me?”

“Wanna go out sometime?”

“I don’t want this.”

“You always this quiet?”

“Are you fucking insane!?”

“I don’t want you.”

“I’m not wearing that.”

“Sorry, were you sleeping?”

“This was never right.”

“You look really tired.”

“I’m out of here.”

“You need to go.”

#Rolls on through here #&. ❝ do I have to hold your hand for you? ❞ ( ᴍᴇᴍᴇ. ) ;

sacrauri-archive-blog1

pridefulsuggestion:

arrogantsuggestion:

arrogance never hurt you. lack of self worth did.

Pride will never be my downfall. it will be the uprising.

#&. ❝ anachronistic words. ❞ ( ᴍᴜsɪɴɢs; ʜᴀʟᴀ. ) ;#&. ❝ we reap what we sow. ❞ ( ǫᴜᴇᴜᴇ. ) ;

meraofxebel

This is what I am now. And you’ll never know who I was before

#&. ❝ she who once was. ❞ ( ғᴄ. ) ;#&. ❝ we reap what we sow. ❞ ( ǫᴜᴇᴜᴇ. ) ;#long post for ts #cw spoilers

scarjo-daily

#Goodbye world I am dead #&. ❝ she who once was. ❞ ( ғᴄ. ) ;#&. ❝ we reap what we sow. ❞ ( ǫᴜᴇᴜᴇ. ) ;#long post for ts

decdlyrose-deactivated20170510

clever as the —- devil —- and twice as —- pretty —-

#&. ❝ anachronistic words. ❞ ( ᴍᴜsɪɴɢs; ʜᴀʟᴀ. ) ;#&. ❝ we reap what we sow. ❞ ( ǫᴜᴇᴜᴇ. ) ;

overdueasteroid-archive-blog

i won’t get to heaven …why not raise a little ＨＥＬＬ?

#&. ❝ anachronistic words. ❞ ( ᴍᴜsɪɴɢs; ʜᴀʟᴀ. ) ;#&. ❝ we reap what we sow. ❞ ( ǫᴜᴇᴜᴇ. ) ;

thedaughtersoflilith

#&. ❝ things are more pleasant than most people. ❞ ( ʟɪᴋᴇs. ) ;#&. ❝ we reap what we sow. ❞ ( ǫᴜᴇᴜᴇ. ) ;

psych-facts

Feelings are not supposed to be logical. Dangerous is the man who has rationalized his emotions.

(via parasitiisms)

#&. ❝ archaic words. ❞ ( ᴍᴜsɪɴɢs; ʜᴀʟᴀʟɪᴇʟ. ) ;#&. ❝ we reap what we sow. ❞ ( ǫᴜᴇᴜᴇ. ) ;

fyp-philosophy

Sometimes even to live is an act of courage.

Seneca (via fyp-philosophy)

#&. ❝ archaic words. ❞ ( ᴍᴜsɪɴɢs; ʜᴀʟᴀʟɪᴇʟ. ) ;#&. ❝ we reap what we sow. ❞ ( ǫᴜᴇᴜᴇ. ) ;

sjohanssonsource

I don’t think I need too much help. I think my head’s on pretty straight, and I’m pretty realistic about things. I’m very focused, so that certainly prevents me from going all over the place.

#I'm not okay with this at all what the fuck #&. ❝ she who once was. ❞ ( ғᴄ. ) ;#&. ❝ we reap what we sow. ❞ ( ǫᴜᴇᴜᴇ. ) ;