"Oh, my dear, sweet prophet." The Demon trilled, his claw under the inky man's chin. "You dare try ta spite me? Adorable." He chuckles lowly.
"You wanted hell? Well come an get it."
"Oh, my dear, sweet prophet." The Demon trilled, his claw under the inky man's chin. "You dare try ta spite me? Adorable." He chuckles lowly.
"You wanted hell? Well come an get it."
"Is this what you want, Natalia? Hm?" [...] His hand took hold of my neck, slightly tightening the clasp.
"Do you want me to lose my fucking mind? To lose my shit until I have you pinned down on this...