But Demons Do Exist

Let’s say deadline of like 2 weeks? October 14th, there you go.

  #bitch

“Hey Cas, you still haven’t told me how you ended up here” “I told them what I really am” “Which is..?” “I’m an angel” “Really?” “They said I was insane and they put me here” “Don’t worry, Cas. You’re not crazy. I believe you” “Thank you. But I realize now that perhaps I was sent here to watch over you” “And to remind me of what’s real and what isn’t?” “Yes. Also there is an abundance of bees in this place” “That’s cool. Bees are awesome” “Would you like to watch the bees with me?”

“Sometimes it feels like I am…Dont underestimate this thing. It can erase souls out of existence and it’s most likely older than you.” She sighed and crossed her legs. “Even regards Satan himself as a toy…”

She smiled familiar with the feeling of teleportation. She nodded, turning around to grab her purse she kept under her desk. “”What shall we do while in Dublin, Mr. Angelles?” She called over her shoulder.

The demon appears again just minutes later, dressed well albeit casually- a white button-up, black jeans. Something resembling a ribbon is tied neatly around his neck. He folds his sleeves up and flashes a grin, allowing his sulphuric eyes to flicker as the whites of them spill black. He holds out a hand, quirking a brow. ''Ready?''

This is how you kill depth in a character.

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“Well, then, I am confused…I’m afraid I don’t quite understand how you can give Mr. Potter false hope that —” “False hope?” repeated Professor McGonagall, still refusing to look round at Professor Umbridge. “He has achieved high marks in all his Defense Against the Dark Arts tests —” “I am terribly sorry to have to contradict you, Minerva, but as you will see from my note, Harry has been achieving very poor results in his classes with me —” “I should have made my meaning plainer,” said Professor McGonagall, turning at last to look Umbridge directly in the eyes. “He has achieved high marks in all Defense Against the Dark Arts tests set by a competent teacher.”