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  LOL.

“‘Y’know, if I saw another garden gnome in this lifetime, it’d still be too soon.”

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CONJUNX, conjugis. ⁂ sam.

  Ruby was always creature of pride. In witch status, she'd   find happiness in successful spells and hexes, especial   when it was that of her first time attempting them so. Demonification   only brought the rise as like chemical reaction to spoken of   attribute, only causing waves to swell over time as she   swore work and life under Lilith and Lucifer. Her target, easy   to deceive, whom would always prevent own brother from   ever truly taking the knife to ‘ her ’ flesh and blood and   existence beyond such physicalness. In most common   present phrase: Like taking candy from a baby, it was so easy,   but she was more, in reality, ever giving it to the, hah, poor   man any time he wanted, in frank literalness.

                                                                                             She'd come to him, and he'd                                                                                              risen her up so high, as if                                                                                              personal throne. O, the glory. It                                                                                              was loveable.

                                                         Lilith, indeed, dead; Lucifer, of course, in turn, risen;                                                          Ruby, killed by both brothers yet still roaming some                                                          stretch of earth here and now amongst the                                                          common maggots. It brought muscles to narrow                                                          her eyes as tongue swept gently along bottom side                                                          of molar collection, physical acts as thought                                                          conjured and mixed. She'd been undoubtable                                                          witness, and remembered well as if own's echo the                                                          searing in her chest from graced blade. Pupils                                                          flicker back and forth in their focus of direction.                                                          Brought back into existence for some purpose or                                                          another, yet no word of how so or more importantly                                                          of why, and so demon must speculate for herself.                                                          Not work of God nor angel, any; it was never even                                                          something to be thought even by maddest man                                                          ( though, can she really give such estimate ).                                                          Shifting of one singular eyebrow upwards. Lucifer's                                                          work, perhaps. Perhaps she'd been set to find                                                          someone. Something. In prayer to him would she                                                          find out truth, and this is in fact second time she                                                          has brought musing to herself over this.

                                                Carry hope, must she so; unless she was                                                 truly brought here for no reason, work                                                 beyond the Star's, and that was oddity                                                 beyond oddity and did strike minor fear in her.

  Staring onto the airport from afar does she find him, and   the coyness of her lips is immediate in feeling yet forms   in patience. Of course, excitement is in bloom, fireworks   to work inside of meatsuit's gut and head tilts slightly   against her palm and fingers, folded. She can only   imagine and delight in reaction. Yes, one half killed by   this man, corresponding part she knew to be in   existence here. There was most definitely purpose for her.   Great purpose, just as before, and she would fulfill   accordingly and more. Filling the glass with too much   wine of finest brand that it leaks and flows unto   below surface was never always negative occurrence.

                                                         She walks, in her swaying of hips, and stops some                                                          feet behind him.

                               “　Hey, Sam.　”

             Calling, almost soft and              succubus - esque in              sense, but still can be              heard swell.

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  Leaning forward, peering unto the screen before   her.

                                                         If it were not decided already, then                                                          here so shall it be;                                                          she truly loves this event of the                                                          bear's.

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you’ll put a smile on their                                    ғᴀᴄᴇs ; 

                              the world will be yours for the                                                             ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ;

                                             the story you birth will be                                                                     ＡＧＥＬＥＳＳ.

                                                                                        just learn to love ραιη and be ραтιєηт. 

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❝　the wicked ( nequam ) &dean.

  Her hips move in a way that she appreciates. This   body was a fine one, constructed in well thought of   proper mixture of gene from both human and mother   and father to only ever produce something in which   demonic entity such as herself could love, chromosomes   coming to serve some more greatness than that of mere   apes and their rotted minds, rotted even when thought   pure of Chione's snow and destined for something never   upon spectrum of greatness. Well, placing this human   body was one thing to bring it to even the smallest size   appreciable was the fact that loyalest demon indeed   would sink claws and inhabit for a swell time. The old   body she had taken is one she does not remember   much of. Perhaps it was better fit for combat, she   thinks in unsure memory, but she does find with   pure recollection there was never much a need for   that as long as she had kept bleeding.

                                                         With thought harvested and                                                          delighted in, Ruby brings smile to                                                          herself.

  Indeed, she must consider why she is not dead.   Possibly Lucifer's workings, though she is not   sure as to any reason for why he would give   her to such an environment. Perhaps chasing   something, or rather, Sam. True vessel fleeing   to such an obscure location would not hold fit   in the least, and what better to have her take   broom, mop, cloth and all and tidy? Grin,   aforementioned, had ceased, but finds a brief new   stock of life in mild burst. Strange, in utmost   conclusion, but Ruby must yet take it upon   herself to look for the true prize. Such is   reasoning for her current setting of infirmary,   though in present she is merely shifting   around the various plastic packages of medical   supplies in the dozens of bins, shelves,   cupboards and likewise, all material that   worked simply by being to spell ‘ sterile ’.

                                                         With current position, the man who                                                          rushes through door in some fever                                                          goes to complete opposite side of                                                          room, finding a breed of mild                                                          maniacism as he takes his well                                                          calloused hands to dash through a                                                          pile of supplies from which she                                                          cannot see. All white, all packaged,                                                          all in bins... Didn't matter. She may                                                          have care for the select details, but                                                          these certainly weren't so from their                                                          irrelevancy. Absorbing herself in                                                          thought is permitted from                                                          unconscious hand of will of this                                                          man before her. Shifting and                                                          leaning lower spinal cord and                                                          thoracolumbar fascia for the                                                          passing of a plucked amount of                                                          minutes. At some stop in interval                                                          does she raise her eyebrows, still                                                          observing unto him.

                     “　Find what you're looking for, there?　”

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{ intheshadowofdamnation answered

  Smirk of only ever devilish in origin. As it   appears, huffing through nostrils in almost   that of amusement. Eyebrows raise for a   moment before back to original anatomy,   focus of sight taking preference to her   leftmost, briefly.

           “　You know, Dean, I really thought                 I was gonna get along with you.　”

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Send me questions and my character's demons will answer.

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I left his arms empty and { tied }

O u t s t r e t c h e d for me until he died.

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whats white and has likes for a starter all over?

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WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?

voice test 001.

not actually a voice test.

general

test

post.

im an

angel of

the ~~ lord ~~

swag.