#fandomhell97 asks

Too much.

Listen, kids, find healthy coping mechanisms and occasionally get some help, your friendly neighborhood devil for hire is a terrible example for the masses on dealing with, well, Anything Traumatic.

Also, I think the demon genes made the human body mutate. My guess is that my liver just assumes ethanol is part of my blood and let’s it through now.

Look. Genocide is never the answer. But if whatever demons the Blitz is based on could vanish without me meeting them forever, that’d be a-ok in my book.

On the other side of the coin, I kinda miss the whole family of Sins from Vergil’s List Goofs, Gaffs, and Disasters, Volume 3. Spooky reaper skeletons they were, but the variety of them always felt fun to take on with Rebellion. They vanished with Temen, as far as I know, but I got me a Bloody Palace, so I guess they’re never really gone.

If you want me to name names, Nightmare’s original incarnation is cordially invited to never ever happen ever again.

Jack is, legitimately, my favorite. In large part because it strikes a balance between my wallet, tongue, and stomach that all find just fine.

The best whisky I’ve had thus is Craggamore Speyside single malt scotch. It’s like drinking the collective rain runoff of all of Scotland, poured into a glass filled with smoke. They make even more top shelf versions, but uh. I’m impoverished.

I found a universe where Nidhoggs become the dominant species on Earth.

Ever see cosmic horror? Mundus’ real Face? All types of freaky tenatacly crap? Someone’s weird moon porn collection? Your dad in the shower? Succubuses from Punk Me’s world?

ALL of it PALES in comparison to the Nidhogg breeding pits.

It will haunt me. And then I will die, and it will still haunt me.

I had a dream like this once.

I woke up, then noticed my power was off. Again.