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WARNING: Self-insert/rant/love-hate relationship details? I just want to make sure you're warned enough before continuing
It's not quite something, but someone. He's a narcissistic asshole who only loves one thing more than his pet and a brand of Scotch named 'Craig': himself. He's a demon of the worst kind; arrogant, powerful, overly smug, thinks he's smarter than everyone and tries time and time again to find the worst ways to not only humiliate or injure you, but also to pour buckets of salt on top of the wounds. Yeah, he really likes adding insult to injury. His name is Crowley and if I ever stop loving him, I will punch him in the face…
It's not quite something, but someone. He's a narcissistic asshole who only loves one thing more than his pet and a brand of Scotch named 'Craig': himself. He's a demon of the worst kind; arrogant, powerful, overly smug, thinks he's smarter than everyone and tries time and time again to find the worst ways to not only humiliate or injure you, but also to pour buckets of salt on top of the wounds. Yeah, he really likes adding insult to injury. His name is Crowley and if I ever stop loving him, I will punch him in the face…
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I wake up lying on my back in a place of never-ending darkness. I’m so scared out of my damn mind that I’m speechless. As I tried to sit up, I felt a throbbing migraine come from my forehead.
“Where the hell am I?”
Is what I ask myself. Then suddenly I see a light and thanks to my curiosity getting the best of me I walk to the light. Lol get it? I walk to the light!
Anyways back to the subject at hand, I went to the light and I found myself in what appeared to be an empty white space. It was almost like I was in a scene in “The Matrix” but I know better. My name isn’t Neo and I’m surely not the
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Broken Angels
Chapter One
Return to Earth
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Cold yellow light filtered down from a guttering streetlamp, casting moving, eerie shadows
upon the sidewalk below. Appart from the occational flicker from the lamp or one of its dieing
neighbors, there seemed not to be a single thing moving in the chilly air.
Vapor rose in the cool air from the lips of a handsome boy. His deep green eyes seemed to
swim like mossy pools, ever so slightly hidden in the bangs of his dark blonde hair so that he
kept having to flick it away every now and then. He had high cheekbones and a perfectly
smooth, georgeous face. He seemed to be built without a
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The Road Not Taken Part 4 - ROTG Black x Ice
Back at, well, at the hole if you'd like to call it, Pitch had been trailing behind Jack since they visited the old workshop. Before he destroyed it, that is. Before North had shown himself, Jack seemed to be his old self again, but as soon as the old man opened his mouth Jack seemed to drop into the danger zone and might as well brought that mountain on snow on top of Santa himself.
"Pitch." Jack stopped, hood on his head, looking over his shoulder slightly.
"Yes?" Pitch drawled, hoping for some sort of change in Jack's attitude.
"Stop sulking behind me. It's annoying."
And that was it. Pitch felt like a girl for getting worked up like t
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