† Twelve †

[artnotinheaven]

To me belongeth vengeance, and recompence;
their foot shall slide in due time:
for the day of their calamity is at hand,
and the things that shall come upon them make haste.

Deuteronomy 32:35

She told me! She told me! She told me how you heathen spawn killed one of Father's speakers! How dare you, Beast! How dare you, John! What gave you

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she is concerned. :O

[dragon_and_vine]

Are you... I'm sorry, but are you alright?

Everyone should be XD She's kinda crazy

[artnotinheaven]

The heathens are trying to usurp the good Lord's work. But I will not let them.

oh no. hermione is frightened. ;D

[dragon_and_vine]

Oh. Well. Good luck then.

[she can't resist.]

What work are you talking about, specifically?

XD Sorry it took me so long to get back to you; it's been a strange few days.

[artnotinheaven]

Father's work. Lord God Almighty's Will. You...do know of Him, correct?

[Voice]

[willowtenbrook]

Hey, calm down.

[Voice]

[artnotinheaven]

I cannot. I will not!

[Voice]

[willowtenbrook]

Yelling threats isn't going to fix anything, though. It's just going to lead to more fighting.

[Voice]

[artnotinheaven]

They began it!

[dragon_savior]

Is someone injured?

[artnotinheaven]

One of Father's chosen was slain by our immortal enemy.

[dragon_savior]

For what reason?

[nahemah]

Gettin' your panties in a twist, sug? What'd ol' Luke do to you this time?

[artnotinheaven]

I am rather certain he will tell you when you lie in bed with him later, as you demons are apt to do.

[nahemah]

Ain't much my type, Luke. Ain't near demandin' enough.