#hellspawnd

hellspawnd ; ᴍᴇɢ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀꜱ & ʟᴜᴄɪꜰᴇʀ.

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑, 𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒. all demons know this, he enjoys their antics, playing to see who comes up on top next. God might rule heaven and earth but in hell? Lucifer is their God. Their creator, and unlike angels, they hardly rebel. “Meg.” Her name a familiar know. A good soldier. Enthusiastic to the cause of bringing the Apocalypse and above all, to serve him. He is touched. The devil comes closer, his vessel containing him as it should now. It’s not Sam Winchester, but IT WILL DO.         Hands come to her cheeks, lifting her head up. He enjoys the wonder, the fascination. “You hardly visit these days. One does worry. Has your loyalty falter?” He questions, his voice, calm, a whisper. Almost gentle, truly, a snake. His eyes stay the same, vessel’s void blues as he stares at the demon. “You never fail to deliver. ”

𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒. . .𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄. he had not been lying, he never does, when he said to Sam Winchester that he would say yes,a nod he had not lied when he said to his vessel that they feel, complete, two pieces of one big puzzle. the human soul is inside but dormant. he appears before his most loyal. the body and eyes of Sam Winchester stare back at her, and to reassure her he is no longer the hunter, he speaks.           “It’s alright, child. I would never hurt you.” He speaks, different vessels, same voice as he soft speaks through, his eyes shinning red bright before they return to Sam’s green. “Your loyalty and help will be rewarded.” She had helped and did as he told, no questions asked and in return, he had won, his vessel his true vessel and him now whole. He approaches, height taking hold as his hands come to her face and cup her gently. “Yes, child. Now, we bring Paradise on Earth.”

‘ noyaaaaaaaaaaaaa ‘ he groans, loud and drawn out and as annoying as possible. his grades weren’t the best, not because he wasn’t smart, but because of reasons exactly like this: he just got bored. every time he sat down to study or do his work, he got bored, or distracted, or a mix of both. 

‘ this shit sucks. let’s get out of here. ‘ he slams his book shut with a firm motion, reaching over to slam nishinoya’s book shut as well, making the decision for him. 

* nonverbals // accepting

❝ huh ? um, yeah i come here often ? i go to school here ? ❞

bokuto blinks at konoha owlishly ( pun intended ), confused beyond belief at konoha’s bad attempt at flirting. why was he even leaning against the wall, asking these dumb questions ? konoha knows that he came here often, considering they literally were at the gym. at fukurodani. that only students and teachers had access to.

* qveen herby // accepting

❝ eh, everyone fucks up once in a while ! ❞

bokuto remains cheery even after they exit through the same window they climbed in, though they could’ve gotten in some serious trouble had anyone spotted them. not to mention konoha totally being, ahem, not his usual grounded self. he had no clue how often konoha did this sort of thing anyways, and he didn’t necessarily want to know either. but at least he called bokuto and they were out now ! all’s when that end well, or whatever.