&& The Anti-Villain (ap.)

When I go into the ground Oh, they gotta bury me, bury me face down

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Bonus: Add a bit of tongue action.

❝Aww, throwing the death threats so soon? And here I was having a good time making fun of your attempts of keeping it cool. Sorry –strangulation has never been my thing, and I’m not gonna change that any time soon❞. Good luck finding those stones, boy. 

“Death by firing squad seems like a pretty damn good option too. That seems more your speed, princess.”Of course, now he was musing over the various ways he could possible kill the siren bitch. God damn he couldn’t stand her.

   ❝Oh, no, that wasn’t supposed to hurt. All my hurts are physical, like that one time I kinda punched your face and left that vault scar on your face? Remember that?❞ a shrug. Oh, she had heard that one before. ❝Soon? That’s old news. Like how me phaseblasting you to death is old news, but good news nonetheless. Turns out I’m actually really bad to your health❞.  

“Hmmmm, how about the concept of me strangling you to death with your own intestines, Lilith? Does that sound fun to you?” Or maybe he’d just steal all of her eridium stores and watch what happened. That’d also be pretty great.

     ❝While I do agree killing you would be a great favor to the universe, I have more important things to waste my time in. She should also get away from you, since you’re not a good dad and really harmful for her health❞. 

“Ouch. I’m sorry, was that supposed to hurt?”He released a sarcastic laugh before continuing. “Turns out I’m also pretty harmful to Roland’s health.” The expression on his face was smug, like he knew he’d likely poured salt into an open wound, “Too soon?”

         “Your ratios are mixed up. The probability of me putting you in the              fucking ground is higher than your own estimates. Besides, you             can’t kill what’s technically dead.” Miranda’s body was simply a             vessel for Alpha to control. She had no soul of her own, since she             was born from her broken mind as a child. She had no body of her             own to return to. There’s nothing in front of this man but a body             absent of its humanity with a demon inhabiting the remains. The real             owner was dead.

“You wanna bet me on that, sweetheart?” He was more than willing to bet he could do it. Jack after all was a rather intelligent individual. If anyone could figure it out, it was probably him. After all, he’d tear her apart with his bare hands if he had to. He just really wanted her to shut up.

            “…Keep your commentary to yourself, if you wanna keep your life.”

He laughed, “I will literally choke you on your own fist.”

It is said that history is written by the victors.                         That’s probably why you all make me out to be                                                                               such a goddamn dick.