hellstrcm:

_{@hellfirebound​ / s.c.}

           there’s shouting, cussing, a devil’s trap drawn messily on the ground ( she’s feeling second-hand embarrassment, sloppy work, even for amateurs ), it’s wet with HOLY water, pendants everywhere.   they’re reciting scripts in latin, trying to exorcise the demon that they…   caught.   satana’s there, in the peak of her theatrical performance.   the crowd is cheering——   uh, shouting, she’d like some applause too but they all seem to still believe that the smoke’s coming out of her mouth in black, thick waves is actually the UNHOLY CREATURE trying to escape the mortal body.  

         

it’s all good and dandy until an UNINVITED GUEST wanders in ( sneaks ?  walks in on purpose ?   out of curiosity ?   she knew she would ), and even if he might not have tried to ruin her fun on purpose, there’s no way she’s going to keep the bloodied up and tortured damsel in distress appearance for a second longer.   in the midst of it all, in the sudden silence of people that ‘trapped’ her, she straightens her back and shakes off the fumes.   ❛ thanks a lot, asshole.   what are you a prince of again ?   buzzkill ? ❜

        _{he NEVER could stop himself from having some SLIGHT amusement. even as he walked in; arms behind his back in the BEST suit he owned. no, he wanted to WATCH. to see just what everyone was so INVOLVED with and maybe take a SEAT to watch the show.}

        _{POSSESSIONS were always such FUN. he never would lower himself into giving such a show. it was BENEATH him to even think of such a thing. more importantly, there were MORE ways for his amusement than putting on a SHOW that was just downright EMBARRASSING.} 

        _{❛ oh, no, ❜ he said, slight grin spreading across his lips.  ❛ do continue on. ❜ after-all, that was why he was HERE. just for the SHOW that was being put on by her – nothing else.  ❛ an’ for the record? i haven’t really FIGURED that out yet – not really on good terms with dear o’l DADDY either. you know… ISSUES.❜}