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        [ that made her laugh; a           silky, smooth, acid dripping,           laugh. The female had--           what did the younger humans           call it? ---           spirit? fire? spunk.           that's it; whoever she was, she           had confidence and that was           something she both found           annoying and admirable ]

              "By who exactly?                Because I wasn't speaking of you as yourself;                Though, don't get me wrong, you might be                interesting as a person."

          “So I’ve been told.”

                     [ Lydia crossed her arms, she could practically feel the bad vibes coming off the other. She didn’t know what she was but she braced herself, because if there was one thing she knew, the woman wasn’t all too normal ]

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        "When did I become a therapist?                              I don't care for your problems."

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        [ was he a mute or did she           say something that was           out of line? Who was she           kidding, most of what the           demon said was out of           line. Though, whatever           she had said, it got           some sort of subtle           reaction out of him. One           that most definitely did not           go unnoticed--

                         a quirk of her                          brow shortly followed, just                          before he actually opened                          his mouth to speak ;;                          there was something awfully                          familiar about the boy, yet                          Astaroth was certain she                          had never come across him                          before ]

              "---- You only said dad.                I'm assuming by that your mother passed?                ---- Or ran off with another man? Though the                        latter seems unlikely."

                   ”…..”

   [ hazel eyes narrowing he      looked to the brown haired      female,choosing to ignore      the slight pull to his heart      strings that he felt as in a      sense, he knew he had lost      a parent, but finding them      wasn’t an option.  He knew      where she was after all,      ashes in a jar six feet under      the ground in a cemetery in       Minnesota. ]

           ”I know where my dad is so no— I didn’t lose ‘im.” 

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        "You lose your parents?"

              [ patronizing or not, the question                 was asked. Why else would the                 small human be out on his own?                 well, he seemed alone. Whether                 he actually was, was a completely                 different story ]

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        "Aren't you an interesting one."

             [ it wasn't a question, it was                an observation. The redhead                looked human, yet she was                far from it. The words rolled                off her tongue in a cat-like                manner -- like a purr ;;                a d e m o n i c purr ]

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        "To what do I owe the pleasure, Michael."

              [ regardless of clipped wings, this                 one wasn't hard to figure out. He                 oozed 'archangel'-- not only that,                 but he looked like he was in constant                 pain--- Well, in Astaroth's opinion                 anyway ;;                 -------- so by default, it was Michael ]

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        "Did you miss me?"

              Astaroth cared little for the inhuman smirk that danced across the meatsuit's lips, in fact, she encouraged it. The demon wasn't here for pleasantries-- her motive was carefully hidden. Tucked away.

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The best way to kill thousands and thousands of women

who practice an ancient, non-Christian, female-centric, rational nature-based religion and replace it with a patriarchal, scientifically ignorant, irrational “original sin” based religion…is to declare that a metaphorical talking snake is “The Devil” and that Eve was a backstabbing whore for having attained “knowledge.”

Any other deity besides your own?  Automatically evil.

Because then, anyone who refuses to convert to your faith is a “witch,” any woman with power or authority has clearly “consorted with Satan” and you are completely within the law to commit mass murder and genocide.

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let me serve you again…

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She didn’t tell you? Pretty mortifying I guess.

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You were one of my best. But then again, you always were a lying whore.

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Funny story actually. You remember all those dark demonic forces you prayed to, when you swore your servitude? Just who did you think you were praying to?

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30 Days of SPN Women

15. Character you wish were still alive (2/3): Tammi

“What did you think it was? Make-believe? Positive thinking? The Secret? No, it was me. You sold yourself to me, you pig. All I had to do was bring one good book to book club, and you ladies lined up to kiss my ass. You knew every step of the way, and now your living souls are mine.”

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We came to battle baby We came to win the war We won’t surrender Till we get what we’re lookin for A little scissor happy Little misunderstood

Daughters of Darkness

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dead ladies of supernatural