#abysmaldestroyer

[prodigalfather]

Text: Accident. But, no threats. Demons don't take kind to them, kapeesh?

[text sent to unknown number]: oh goody look me up. bill harvelle. 

[prodigalfather]

Text: Let's fuck. And by fuck, I mean you fuck me. And by that, I mean make me scream and moan like a little bitch before you blow your load in me. Text: ...wait. Text: This isn't Azrael, is it. Fuck.

the infernal phone began to ring; annoyance filtered over his features as he flipped it open holding it to his ear. when no sound came the man let out a string of explicits -- about to throw the phone across the room he saw the words.

                          'what in the hell'

   after nearly thirty minutes he finally managed a 

         [text to unknown contact]: do u want me to hunt u down and kill u? if not - lose this number.

[nonquiegoeram]

+abysmaldestroyer

Hello. Something I can help you with?

[avarusvitium]

shamblingdestroyer has made an entrance. 

abysmaldestroyer has made an entrance.

     "What an unpleasant surprise--"

    'Angels' in Sin City? How unconventional. 

    He cast a brief glance to his company, habitually assessing their attire before turning his attention back to the casino floor, watching his utmost favoured souls shamble for their chips and earnings. Suffice it to say the Sin was disinterested at best; he rarely entertained his visitors unless beneficial to his obligations.

    It's nothing personal.          Alright, maybe a little bit.