#* praecher .

[hellhim]

❝ i’ll tell you my sins an' you can sharpen your knife. ❞ ━━ @praecher

                       𝙰 𝙱𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝙳 𝙰 𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙶 𝙳𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙰𝚁 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙾𝚆 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼 . the muffled sound of a guitar and people singing along had almost made hellboy jump off that rooftop and barge in . alas , joining the party wasn’t really an option for the agent . according to the government he didn’t exist . but jesse custer could testify against that . the preacher man had a bit of a predicament of his own : with his growing fame and his GOD GIVEN GIFT , mingling with civilians without causing a bit of a ruckus had become a challenge . hence why he was sitting up there , next to a freak , where no one could see them , drinking away his sorrows and winnings . hellboy had never met a clergy guy . not like him . he laughed at his blasphemous jokes , smoked far more than hellboy ever had and drank his beer like he was trying to drown his liver along with every other organ he still owned inside his puny body . JESSE FUCKING CUSTER ; what a pleasant surprise . the bprd had asked hellboy to drag him back to their headquarters . they wanted to either recruit him or stop him . but big red had enjoyed the man’s style enough to let him slip away a couple of times .   ━━   what can i tell ya , chief ? he’s just too damn slippery .

                         so they met and they drank . jesse told him about his girl and his vampire pal while hellboy told him about liz and abe . it was somewhat comforting , having a friend outside of work . sure , he was overpowered and a possible menace to society if left to his own devices , but hey , HELLBOY COULD RELATE . the people from the bar downstairs sang louder and he thought he could almost make out the words :   𝙸   𝚜𝚎𝚝   𝚘𝚞𝚝   𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚋𝚞𝚝   𝙸   𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔   𝚖𝚢   𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 ,   𝚊   𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍   𝚘𝚏   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝙳𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕   𝚒𝚜   𝚊   𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍   𝚘𝚏   𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎    .      ━━    hellboy scoffed . fucking hippies .  amidst the several emptied beer cans , the preacher suddenly made a suggestion . tell his sins , let hellboy be the judge . sounded like he was looking to confess . but the big red guy really wasn’t up for any of that . just that morning he had been sawing off his horns , making sure they didn’t grow into UNHOLY PROPORTIONS . what business did a preacher have confessing his sins to something that had , literally , crawled out of hell ?  his big stone hand snatched jesse’s can away from him .

                                                           ❝      ━━   yep . that’s enough beer for you .   ❞     

[wednesdeus-blog]

❝ m'lookin' for god. you seen him ? ❞ 👀?????

* HEAD FULL OF SNOW : OPEN

       Wednesday turned his head to stare at the man standing in line next to him . A preacher looking for God . If there was one thing old gods such as him despised were these NEW CHRISTIAN YUPPIES , all dressed in white singing about purity and cleanliness as if that had ever been the point of that DAMNED RELIGION . Christianity was nothing short of a parasite , devouring every culture it touched , taking its’ heroes and deities into its’ jaws , chewing them up and spitting them out , deformed and ugly , now TURNED INTO SAINTS AND ANGELS AND SHEEP . How many followers had Odin lost to Saint Peter and the rest of his goody-two-shoes gang ? How many women were punished for what they held between their legs and men imprisoned by a shame that was not theirs to suffer ? Still , he would play along .

   Grimnir arched his brow, offering the younger man a small inquisitive smile that only older wiser men seemed to be able to offer .    ❝    ━━  GOD, huh?  ❞   He asked , calmly taking his coffee to go from the counter .   ❝  I’m afraid I haven’t ! But I know of an ancient ritual that might aid you to communicate with your absent creator . ❞   Mr. Wednesday said in his usual gravely but still friendly voice .   ❝  It’s quite simple, m’boy ! You merely have to face south with your legs spread apart during sunset . Then , as you pray your five hail Maries , you must arch your back and bend over backwards so that you may , slowly but surely , insert your whole head into your asshole . ❞   He flashed him a fake toothy grin before eyeing the preacher from head to toe , as if he were nothing but a piece of gum stuck to his shoe .    ❝ Did you get all that ? Or do you need me to write you a book ? ❞