#algxs

Monster’s are supposed to be imaginary. In a city like New York they tend to come alive in super battle armor or a rather destructive dose of enhanced venom, but this is not what Felicia Hardy defines as a monster. She’s not afraid of the super suited villains, or the dark, or even a fall. There’s something else hidden deeper, darker within her, a piece she’s never shared with anyone. A monster in Felicia’s eyes is not a thing, or a beast, but a him. A man. He claimed to love her, and yet he ruined her in the worst ways. The monster in Felicia’s eyes was once called Vincent and he had been dead for almost five years.

he hates all of u

"What happened to you?"

The worlds have now learned of the worst yet to come. On the brink of an end A boy learns to run. How you love, or could you Mr. Man of the Year? Walking tall with nothing to fear. —Every man has a point Where he breaks or conjoins Among pressure that floods to complicate Matters close to the heart Will define who we are Do we love? Do we hate? We are only the meat —All good boys run home to mommy But you're not afraid no more Go in through the front door And give em hell, buddy 

Azazel is, in equal parts, capable of awful, apathetic cruelty and genuine, gentle care. It all depends on where you stand with him and how much you're willing to listen, and/or accept him for what and who he is.

    "Of course I'm serious. And don't call me Edward."