#the gunmaker

{ Halloween Sentences }

“Oh you know the usual ingredients, frog toes, dog tongues, a dash of virgin blood, and of course what kind of Witch would I be if I didn’t add newt’s eyes? They really improve the flavor.”

Katherine’s retort was completely deadpan in tone, but the edge of her lips twitched up in a slight smirk. Of course she was obviously kidding, but asinine questions got sarcastic answers. She placed a lid on the pot before turning to face him, shaking her head. 

send me “happy halloween” and i will randomly generate a number between 1-13 to pick from this insanely weird mix of a list for something that my character will say to yours (x) - - - 6

Ezio looked down at his already full plate of bacon. 

Guilt... A feeling that Frank Fontaine was not very accustomed to feeling. Was that the foreign feeling he was experiencing now? It was a stabbing feeling... Repeatedly stabbing right into his heart.

As Frank lay on the ground, staring up at nothing in particular, his mind drifted back through all of the events that lead up to this moment. This truly was his biggest and best ruse he had ever crafted. He made Jack Ryan the man he is now just so he could achieve his goals. Knowing that was extremely gratifying, yet... It was also very painful. Another sharp pain drives into his heart.

Did this mean that Frank regretted this series of events? Did he feel remorse for what he had done to Jack and the people of Rapture?

As the Little Sisters drew back their needles one last time before driving them back into his chest, there was one thing Frank knew for certain.

Taking over the world

"Do you want to make a deal?" And with that, there fell the chips.

There were a hundred reasons why he shouldn’t trust Lin. Better to make it a hundred thousand reasons why this was a supremely bad idea, he thought when the man extended a slim hand to him.

There was a saying about the enemy of one’s enemy being a friend, but somehow it seemed not to apply when the potential friend was also a thrice-damnable crossroad demon. Contracting one’s soul out to eternal torment tended to put a damper on friendly relations, anyway. And it wasn’t as if Isaiah didn’t know exactly how badly this would end for him.

When it came to playing with hellfire, the house would always win. But when his goal was destruction and revenge, there was no better place to turn to than those well-versed in it. Besides, there was something beautiful in watching the world burn when he had nothing left to lose.

Shaking away the memory of the first rule written in the leather-bound journal his mother left to him, he took the demon’s hand. “Why the fuck not. You got yourself a soul.”

Isaiah was only halfway surprised when Lin twisted his arm, pulling him in to press a kiss against his lips. He hissed at the flare of heat racing through him, the script seared over every inch of his skin fading when the man stepped back.