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❝Oh you don’t? How unfortunate for you. You always did love to ignore your own sins.❞

♔—- Loki’s bright eyes stared at the creature before him. Her visage was entirely familiar to him--and he, of course, knew exactly why it was so familiar--but this was not his daughter. That he was quite sure of. She didn’t smell like his daughter. She smelled... foreign, like sulfur. 

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No sooner had Loki slipped through his self-created portal to Helheim than the sound of his daughter's drawling voice met his arrival, and as he stepped forth to greet her it was with a smile that held warmth-- a sentiment reserved for very few in all the known realms.

ON A MURDEROUS RAMPAGE, YOUR CHARACTER HAS CORNERED MINE. SEND ME “ANY LAST WORDS?” TO HEAR WHAT MY CHARACTER WOULD SAY, USING JUST 10 WORDS OR LESS, TO TRY AND SAVE THEIR SKIN!

“Y’know, I imagined—”

IN THE SPIRIT OF MUNDAY...

35: DOES MUN HAVE ANY PIERCINGS?

     Sam wasn't sure what he was expecting to find in the abandoned house he'd driven to, so he'd brought everything: demon knife, rock salt rounds, iron, silver bullets, a flare gun... He figured at least one of them had to work, and if they didn't, he was screwed.

     His bets were on demon or shifter, so the knife and the silver bullets would come in handy. He actually hoped it was a demon—one stab with that knife and they were dead, thanks to little old Ruby, clever enough to leave it with the Winchesters before she died of her own weapon.

     He shivered as he pushed the door to the house open, gun in right hand and knife in left. He was ready to kill something, but he needed to know what it was.