Raising his eyes in time to see Belphegor finally pull out the final knife from the man they had killed only moments ago, Mammon sighs quietly. A small puff of visible air floats away from his slightly parted lips, staying a while before dissipating in the air. They've spent enough time in this damned cold already, hunting down and slaughtering all
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>see sam posted a shitload of fic
>AWWWWWWWW YEAHHHHHH
you already know my ~feels~ about your writing BUT I JUST THINK THAT I NEED TO RE-ITERATE THAT I LOVE YOUR WRITING AND ERRYTHING ABOUT IT. <3
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and oh man I should really fix the formatting of the other fics but I am so lazyyyyyyy I don't want to omg.
And I'm glad you like how your text is centered LMAO I really like this skin. uwu
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