#coffuminati

   Craig glowered at the cup that rests on the counter of the coffee shop. No way was he going to lose to it and no way he was jealous.

      “’Kay...”

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      ❝  –  FOOLISH HUMAN !!  ❞

     he jumps from his seat, baring his fangs and hands as       if they were claws at the blonde, steaming coffee spilled ov       -er their scrolls, their ancient writings of the ways of the nig-      ht. their twilight fanfictions !! he spits again, stepping forward      until his stature towered over the quivering fourth grader.

“Pick a god?——“ Fuck. Just the mention of the bastard’s name left a nasty burn on his tongue, thus making him wince a little at the pain. This isn’t the first time he’s gotten burns on his tongue from speaking out names like God or Jesus Christ. It’s a simple punishment for even uttering out their names.

“——is that supposed to be threatening o-or something? Look at me. I’m q-quaking in my hooves!” The imp says, an obvious hint of sarcasm in his words. “Ngh…”

   Seeing the imp recoil in pain from such a holy being, well, it honestly didn't shock the priest too much. A prophet is chosen by that of God with the ability not to only see these demons as they were, but to cast them away back to the depths where they had crawled out from.

"Do not speak back, vile creature..."

craig ur grounded