I don't know how to love

It’s like hot boy roulette. Who am I gonna get next, hopefully horse boy. 

You would fuck the horse me, wouldn't you...

I'm some cheap ass summon that any little shit can summon and set up a contract with, and this is my original face. It was the only thing I was allowed to keep.

Say I'm willing to believe you, that body shows no sign of visible decay, which leads me to believe someone summoned you or you aren't like the demons that I am familiar with...

That’s actually you from another universe jackass.

What.

What am I even looking at..?

I don't know who gave you the right to wear that face, but it's mine and I honestly don't want to have to deal with someone's two-bit summon wearing my face.

And I think you mean house of hypocrites, right? Because those angel bastards sure ain’t help the world now that big daddy’s got his claws in everything. 

Because judging by the black skin on your shoulder, that cute little number of yours is decaying rather quickly.

Maybe It was because I didn’t want to be called by some ＰＩＥＣＥ ＯＦ ＳＨＩＴ Priest.

You're in the house of the Lord, I would think you would be happy to be in some place other than whatever hell hole you crawled out of.