#jerseydeviled

the kindness of strangers.

   sure, Chou isn’t the brightest mind in the world; the man himself knows that much but goddamn it — his lover seemed to be actually dumber than him this time. “ ya thought ya would go ta sex shop to actually buy shit for SEX, ya know?! ” he is most definitely muffling screaming to the walls of room — curtains closed, darkness covering whatever frenzy Jessie was in, most definitely not listening to whatever artist was babbling about. free hand now rummaging through black plastic bag, quick to pick handcuffs and to put as swiftly as possible on creature and locking other end on bed’s feet.

      “ be nice, be kind and don’t fuckin’ rip it off, I’m runnin’ out of ideas, mr. man ~ ! ” muffled whines coming from one with hazmat mask. he will not die today, no sir.

“ ahhh , my head hurtssss .... hangovers are the worst ... “ sighing while eyes squinted shut , he’d sulk as his head was rested on the table; sitting still. the queasy feeling wasn’t nearly as bad as the banging & persistent headache , just the smallest movement made him want to die.

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❝To pass up this offer will result in GREAT regret. Regret is wasted on me, though, for I can see in your eyes this is what you wish for! This exchange is worth the costs it comes with. Whatever you desire; be it wealth, sex, love, prestige, cheating death, or so on-- can easily be granted by myself. 

I will not hide the conditions I require from you: every fiber of your being belonging to ME. In simpler terms: loyalty. As long as you faithfully worship me, I will hold up my end of the bargain. If you don’t hold up yours...unfortunate consequences occur. I HIGHLY doubt such a thing will ever happen, so there’s no need for me to explain THAT.❞

The Prince of Darkness informed as his arms crossed over his  endowment. A grin lacing his pale lips as his velvet-like voice explained what shall happen if the demon before him is to agree to these conditions. 

Satan couldn’t possibly imagine this ending in rejection. It didn’t cross his mind. Sure. Throughout the centuries, people have preached to NEVER trust the Devil, but he doesn’t view himself as such a terrible being. Beautiful. Noble. ‘Benign’.  The fallen angel is what all should STRIVE to be. He is ‘god’ of this planet called Earth. It’s only right to have those fall before him in reverence.

╰☆╮ Just what kind of creature is he?! Not a single human would be able to brush this off. A B U L L E T cleanly burrowed itself into his cheek. Its metallic shell tearing apart the epidermis and landing comfortable on his tongue. When the young man pulled out the pointed object, Emiko felt the hair on the back of her neck rise. The slender digits curled around the revolver unconsciously loosening from her reaction. A bead of S W E A T rolling down the side of her face.

╰☆╮ What would lead to a retired admiral into shooting another individual? To raise her firearm at another beyond the naval war she once participated in? Searching for her lost Jack Russell, in which he had run off ( such hyperactive nature! ) during a casual stroll in the city, led to a fairly quiet district. Not a single P E E P echoed in the zone. Anything could happen. And sure enough, something did happen.

╰☆╮ Emiko felt her throat go dry from his response. Regardless, she kept the gun aimed at his direction, albeit rather S H A K I L Y. Facial features could barely conceal the surprise that colored them. After all, he did make attempts to harm the small animal. A harm possibly beyond the scope of comprehension unto another organism.