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❧ #HelluvaBossRP
❧ #HHRP
❧ Story Driven
❝Two sides, doll.
𝘽𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩
𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚...❞
⟅ ♡ + ↺ ⟆
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It was a beautiful night. Just the two of them, an abandoned amusement park and enough booze to make it all feel easier for a little while.
They’d picked the lock to get into a diner. (Angel) threw up and then sprawled in a bench. (Husk) was making burgers.
All in all-
The Hotel was abuzz with activity, patrons old and new walked the halls, (READER) was sat on a couch in the lobby.
And then, there he was. Sat on the arm, next to you. Smiling, glowing in a way like a branding iron glowed.
“ℍ𝕚, 𝕔𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕖~”
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A turf war, a catastrophe or natural disaster for the bit parts of the pentagram. Explosions ripped through tenements, warlords crashed through walls and homes.
And there he was waiting, watching, sat on a large piece of rubble, long legs crossing over as he got hungry watching.
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When you sign that contract his encroachment is like a cancer.
Drugs in alleys you don’t frequent, dealers on the streets. Eyes, watching. Then come the girls, on every street corner propositioning all of your people. He chokes the life out of other spaces like a weed.
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Fun fact; there are only demons who act as cops in hell so Valentino can have them on the take.
Can’t have the make without it~
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He’s hungry.
His eyes blaze, and he licks his lips.
(READER) seems particularly delectable don’t they~?







