it might be true that sammy’s the one now sitting on the throne, all comfortable and smiling as if it’s not a sulphur and and ash throne, as if it’s not the hell’s throne. * it also might be true that he’s a king now, all mighty and crowned, with the host of hell bowing to him; * but what’s definitely true is that even though he has thousands now, I’m still his only one: * his personal demon.
ines k, sammysdemon
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