March 12th, 2016


(no subject)

- You were willing to let a human die and unleash the wings upon the world just to remind me who I was. To fool me into desiring the wings and the hellish throne they accompany. Well, do you know what? It almost bloody worked.
- But destroy them? Why?
- Well, you were right. Severing the wings was a half measure. I did leave myself an out. A rip cord back to the life that dear old Dad chose for me. But I don’t need it now, because, in case I haven’t made myself abundantly clear, I’m never going back to Hell.