Dec 30, 2013
ludibriumx
The world was against the demon today, or perhaps it was god torturing him for he could not spark his lighter. Though, you would have thought a son of hell could conjure the power to light up a simple cancer stick, but alas, it was proving a terrible task to fulfil, one he's bound to kill over if he didn't get what he wanted.
He flickered the cigarette to the floor, his anger-filled eyes following the movement of it. He watched with slight glee as the impact of the stick falling onto the floor caused for the white paper containing the death substance to dent.
" -Serves you right."