winchestver ; ᴅᴇᴀɴ ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇꜱᴛᴇʀ & ʙᴇʟᴀ ᴛᴀʟʙᴏᴛ.
"𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍. 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄." hell was a mess and it was every demon on their own. luckily for bela, she had been doing exactly that for a long time, even before hell went to, well, hell. she laughs up and smiles eyeing up the hunter before her as green eyes fix upon him. “Relax, I’m not taking anyone’s souls, if you are a smart cookie, as I know you are, my deals imply something else.” Oh no, Bela had her own brand of deals and it involved requiring objects and favors to be paid up. it had been years since bela made her swift transformation to a crossroads demon. ironic, considering her own faith. “I’m not the one taking the souls before their time. Not my thing.” and she stands there, in the usual get up of all demons, dressed in all black and perfect hair, tempting, as all demons should be.











