HELLSPAWN

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[rcdemption-blog]

@killingmachine || Cont.

   ‘‘Do I have to spell it out for you? You can’t convince me to get out of here.’’

[guideofsxrrysouls]

With a cool and levelheaded air about her, Death looked to the Hellspawn. “I’m waiting, but I do believe I’m early.” Notice how she watched the street across from them carefully. “Definitely early indeed…” 

The woman in black then turned to the man formally known as Alfred Simmons. “On another note, I do have a bone to pick with you Mr… Simmons? If I’m correct?” In a puff of dark smoke formed a black record book. “Yes, Alfred Francis Simmons… Murdered during a mission in Botswana for the USSG’s Operation Knightstrike…” She read. “Yes, yes, I see the problem now…” She looked him in the eyes then, a graveness in her glare.

“You are, if memory serves, supposed to be d e a d.”

[rcdemption-blog]

         The lack of details—it might as well be complete omission of what he needs to know—ticks the already short patience he has. Al has had more than enough riddle bullshit with Cogliostro for a lifetime. He still has to figure out what that man means, though. Apparently important to get out of this hell on Earth.

       Sooner than later, the mild annoyance turns into contained (sort of) rage. The mere mention of his past life is enough for his fists to tighten with sufficient force to break a bone. Bright, narrowed eyes fixed at her as if he’s trying to burn her with them. A fresh wound tore open. The hellspawn’s been trying to accept this new existence. Let go of the past for the better supposedly. But if every goddamn living person knows about him, it is unlikely.

     The sudden puff takes him aback—though his anger overshadows this. Her magic at least explains, somehow, the knowledge of his identity. Magic seems to make sense of things right now, especially when demons and angels are now a regular part of this life. Funny how he didn’t believe in any of this crap before. His voice, demanding and lacking any kind of respect, break the silence. ‘’Who are you? What do you want from me?’’

[gothamdad-deactivated20180214]

@rcdemption

He simply stays silent, staring down the other. 

[rcdemption-blog]

    ‘‘Are you mute or what? Speak up!’’

[conquerorwurm]

Scary monsters  (◡‿◡✿)

People turning into scary monsters (⊙‿⊙✿)

People turning into scary monsters and suffering from crippling crises of identity while struggling to maintain their sense of self worth and convince people not to be scared of them (ʘ‿ʘ✿)

[mrbenwyatt]

[beardedandblack]

Omari Hardwick

Hard.

Hard.

HARD!

[comics-station]

Spawn Artwork by AdduArt from Deviant Art

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[rcdemption-blog]

But what about Omari Hardwick as Al’s FC tho?

[shencomix]

I didn’t want to know.

image / twitter / facebook / patreon

[rcdemption-blog]

When you want to start a clean slate in the rp community, but also wants to reblog the promos of your other blogs

[randomroleplaymemes-blog]

Send "🙋" + any headcannons you want to know about my muse.

[westcoastavengers]

Spawn | Ardian Syaf

[rcdemption-blog]

@bluesemblance || Cont.

               He’s unresponsive for a while, analyzing every movement of the other—something he’s been trained to do in his past life. Think before you act. It was so unfamiliar to him (he’s more of a instincts man), but he’d got to adapt to it if he wanted to get out alive as an assassin. Look how that worked out for him.

      ‘’Really? Forgive me for thinking that after you walked in like you own the damn place with a gun pointed at my head.’’

[rcdemption-blog]

Must abstain from reblogging all the Spawn art.

[westcoastavengers]

Spawn | Tierno Beauregard

[rcdemption-blog]

I love them, I really do

[rcdemption-blog]

What a dork.