ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ 𝔰 𝔞 𝔱 𝔞 𝔫ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ(HIATUS)

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(ᴘᴀʀᴏᴅʏ)
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𝙾 𝙵𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝙾 𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗, 𝙾 𝚂𝚞𝚗 *

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[ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ 𝔰 𝔞 𝔱 𝔞 𝔫ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ(HIATUS) @MIRUMDIABOLICAE]

@BlurredWitch ⠀
he got furious, though… he was not supposed to be so? ‘Do you want to tell me what happened next?’ he said, a hint of hesitation lowering his voice. ‘And with your friends? What happened to them?’
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[ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ 𝔰 𝔞 𝔱 𝔞 𝔫ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ(HIATUS) @MIRUMDIABOLICAE]

@BlurredWitch ⠀
Satan combated the idea of taking her hand, figuring she needed the space and the time to feel comfortable enough around him; especially when she was sharing a memory that still kept her wounds open.
Listening, ⪼
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@WearyPrayers ⠀
Satan is sitting on a lone pew, making those noises like a broken record.
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is making squeaky noises around @WearyPrayers just to spook him.
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@WearyPrayers / extra crisp!

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@WearyPrayers / exactly!! he's such a sweetheart, i love him so much!! a couple of friends saw LS at Graspop and they said he sounds even more demonic 😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️

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𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘺;

𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯��� 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺
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you can't stop me.
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@WearyPrayers / pls pls i don't know if you've seen other vids of him or ig stories or lives but he's such a ball of energy and so chaotic. perfectly matches my interpretation of satan :'))

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@BlurredWitch ⠀
her the space to talk freely. ‘I’d assume you had something to do with a cult since covens are respectful, but I want to hear the story from you,’ he leaned on the stone parapet, ready to listen. ‘What happened?’
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@BlurredWitch ⠀
This was supposed to last, & if it was doomed to fail, it would be forced to be mended, as this was an important union to seal his position.
Whatever that meant.
‘Your friends didn’t pitch it well enough,’ the snap was directed at them. He released her arm, & gave ⪼
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[kay / margs @profnervewreck]

so I'm slowly getting back on here guys, sorry for the longass pause after my bday

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@BlurredWitch ⠀
one.
‘And you?’ he looked at her, his own demeanor easing a tad, as he noticed she had ceased into her new reality. ‘I only know your name and that you’re a killer witch.’
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@BlurredWitch ⠀
all nine of the rivers flowed down into an abyss; the sound of those tides were cries of hysteria, and grief, and pain, and all that made man suffer from Sin. It was one of the many faces of Hell, and perhaps its most primal ⪼
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@0fRunicBullets ⠀
the thing in his hand, ‘it’ll have the power to claim those lives. We see the abundance of them - they see them as rarity. Pathetic, and yet, wholesomely sentimental.’
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@0fRunicBullets ⠀
Satan took the rock and examined it under the dim light of his lantern. Its distorted colours danced with the shadows, revealing its beauty that could tear down an entire nation.
‘If you give something enough meaning,’ he weighed ⪼
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@flospomum ⠀
‘And?’ he shrugged. ‘This shouldn’t make us closer. I’d rather run far away than have the memory of Heaven played out daily before me. That’s why I choose to ignore you all.’
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@BlurredWitch ⠀
through the corridor, filled with demons who quickly busied themselves.
‘You’re getting into one hell of a journey,’ he paused. ‘No pun intended.’
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@BlurredWitch ⠀
Satan felt Hell’s future pride and joy sink her nails into his skin and grumbled low at the pain that shot through his vessel; asserting that violence was her favourite language. He only threw a glare at her hand, as they proceeded ⪼
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