When Butch sets his sights on the ‘kitty’, he’s surprised to find that it’s double the size of a normal feline—if he could even call it that. It had features that made him question if it was feline at all, though its actions say otherwise.

Still, despite it being quite larger than he’s equipped to handle, he still gestures for it as if it will understand, getting a little bit closer in time for it to see him… and curtly whip him in the face before descending the tree.

Butch flinches and when he shifts, he feels a crack beneath him. Oh shit. Before he has time to scramble to another branch, it snaps under his weight, causing him to fall and unfortunately, he hits every branch on the way down before landing flat on his face. Comically, that’s when his wings decide to deploy, puffing out of his back like a parachute before fluttering to the ground at his sides with a deflated flap.

Her lips are as red as blood and her eyeliner a perfect cat line.

She's tiny. Oh so tiny, and Sam, strong and tall as an oak tree sinks to his knees. Helps her out of her stilettos. She smells of roses and patchouli.

And she smells of power.

"I hope he will serve you well, Your Highness", Dean says. Eyes a black abyss.

Sam kisses her feet. He's made to serve.

"Aye, he's perfect. Leave us now. I have work to do."

Butch takes another large gulp out of his glass mug of Rye, wiping his face with the back of his sleeve afterwards. He had been stewing in his own misery since entering hell, the bars strangers stories being his only escape. He was given a second chance and he had fumbled it. It was like being trapped in that book all over again…

The cowboy is silent for a long moment, eyes focused on the pattern of the wood that made up the bar before him as he listens to her words. She was awfully wise for a crocodile-like demon thing…

“S’hard to want to begin again, y’know? Heh. I’ve done it once already an’ this is where it put me. Now I’ll never see Darlene again…” His grimace dissolves into a frown but before he can get too down in the dumps, he glances over at her.

Anonymous asked: If it's not three bedroom where do you all sleep?

"Well, my bedroom was.. given.. to Xanxus, since it was one of the more larger rooms, space wise." Her expression clearly shows how impressed about that she was.

"There's a few patient beds scattered around the front room, but I've been trying to reorganize so there can be at least one other bedroom. Even though I spent years camping out when I was alive and don't mind sleeping on the floor, Squalo keeps insisting I take the other single bed and he keeps falling asleep on the couch. It's not ideal, but then - neither is getting yourself killed and ending up here, is it?"

"It seems to me that your rules are very confusing!"

𝐻𝐸 𝒲𝐻𝒪 𝒲𝒪𝒰𝐿𝒟 𝒯𝐸𝒜𝑅 𝐿𝒰𝒞𝐼𝐹𝐸𝑅𝒮 𝐻𝒪𝐿𝒴 𝒲𝐼𝒩𝒢𝒮

Orders bleed, trickling down the stones to the helpless pawns who feel the weight of your wrath soaking deep through their skin.

𝐵𝐸𝒲𝒜𝑅𝐸 𝒯𝐻𝐸 𝐹𝒜𝒩𝒢𝒮 𝒪𝐹 𝒮𝒯𝐸𝐸𝐿 𝐵𝐸𝒞𝒦𝒪𝒩𝐸𝒟 𝐵𝒴 𝒯𝐻𝐸 𝒦𝐼𝒩𝒢'𝒮 𝒞𝒜𝐿𝐿

Savage is the knight, the guard, the unrelenting right hand. Exterminating the exterminators, broken, bloody body won't stop until Heaven is on their knees.

𝑀𝒪𝑅𝒜𝐿𝐼𝒯𝒴 𝐵𝐸 𝒯𝐻𝒴 𝒫𝐸𝒩 𝒯𝐻𝒜𝒯 𝐻𝒪𝐿𝒟𝒮 𝐵𝒜𝒞𝒦 𝒯𝐻𝐸 𝒮𝒲𝒪𝑅𝒟𝒮