Invidia_Demon's profile picture. Multae demon, Talio, charged by Baal to bring accused back to Sheoul for judgment ::palms my M9:: and often dispense my own #SouthofHeaven #IntheBeginning 18+RP

Invidia the Hunter

@Invidia_Demon

Multae demon, Talio, charged by Baal to bring accused back to Sheoul for judgment ::palms my M9:: and often dispense my own #SouthofHeaven #IntheBeginning 18+RP

::grins darkly:: Now, which of you bad little monkeys needs help with your equipment?


::frowns down at the hand curled around my piece:: I'm wound way too fucking tight. Think I need to go find #Nex and work off some tension.


So many dormant accounts. That's a damned shame. ::sneers:: I could remove them. For a fee.


::pats for the gun on the nightstand:: The bird is up to fuckery. I'm gonna' shoot it. Free of charge.


::groans and shakes my head, flame-colored hair flying to clear out the fog:: I feel like I've been hit by a fucking... oh, wait. ::growls::


I wonder if I could claim a purse for killing "Directioners"? ::taps chin with a gloved finger::


::RTs against my better fucking judgment, sneering at @dolor_demon::


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In the Beginning: Dolor Pt. 1 - southofheavenseries.tumblr.com/post/594531120…


::laughs:: The gargoyle is twitching in his sleep like a scared puppy.


And fuck you, @SoH_Keeper. ::snorts:: You can see everything and you couldn't tell me that Chevy was coming?


::nods to @samanthakane25:: Thank you, human. ::rubs the back of my head, wincing::


>Talio, now. And there’s work to do.”:: #SouthofHeaven #IntheBeginning


>lips parted in a cocky grin as he loaded his Glock and tucked it into his side holster. “You gonna stay in bed all day, chere? You’re>


>kissing bumper on its way to asphalt, meeting the street with a crunching thud. And then, silence… until Nex’s face hovered over mine, >


>I thought his name was. Thoughts were replaced by a world of crimson agony under the crush of a Chevy’s front tires, the back of my head>


>tires when I came off the curb and onto the street, having a moment to wonder if the bar back at Masquerade would notice I was gone. Sam,>


>baskets, free hand reaching out to wind in a shank of its hair… and catching nothing, her gleeful laugh turning into the screech of locked>


>around the trigger, I shored up the last of my energy and launched myself at my mark, jumping a park bench and a hipster weaving reed>


>starting to notice our Scooby Doo chase scene and looking up from their guitars to watch. Fuck. Palming my M9, gloved finger curling >


>Catching a flash of flaxen curls as she rounded a corner and darted toward Moreland Avenue, the pierced and tatted hippy residents >


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