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For: Mischiefandice
Jan. 7th, 2012 12:15 pmThe city was a mess. Life was a mess. Everything was a--"Fucking mess. Fucking shit everything is fucked up." The young Exorcist barked as he threw the researches off of his table--"SHIT!" He had broken his right wrist from the battle he had last been with a mere half Demon, if he knew that one bad move would have costed him a few days of broken wrist, maybe then he would have just gone for the overkill, but it didn't matter now because it was going to cost him maybe even weeks of limp fighting, or even more at the rate of him continuing to ruin the healing process of it. "Fuck it all." He grumbled in the thought of that irritation, kicking his chair down and onto the floor from the piling frustration.
He was frustrated, maybe it was his young age that made him so impatient? Why was he looking for so much desperate ways to buy his way into Heaven? It had been weeks since he had the encounter with the bloodied sadist of a bitch, Lucifer. Had his words really gotten embedded into his brain that he was beginning to be that desperate for a key? A key that will assure his stay in Heaven and voided from the sight of Lucifer?
"How many--fucking demons and fucking--what am I fucking missing?!"
John had read somewhere of Gods, Gods of Thunder--Norse Gods. Shit, he would even steal a shit ton of high school mythology books if it meant that he would be able to summon--no, get the attention of these /Gods/.
Don't do it John. You'll regret it. Don't do it.
John could careless about Gabriel's words, he was a fucking Angel out of Heaven due to his own fuck up--so why the fuck should he listen to his warnings now? His eyes shot out in all directions as he thought, looking at the researches, warnings, how bad could a Norse God be? Couldn't be worse than what Lucifer was. Couldn't be as annoying and irritating as Gabriel was. Couldn't be more cold shoulder than fucking Michael was. Norse God couldn't be worse than what both Heaven and Hell sent him. Right?
Besides, if anything were to go wrong, John will fight back. He'll blast him with the Dragon's Breath he had gotten from Beeman. Sure he was told to return it but when it comes to fighting someone with a level of "God" in their name in some way or another? That could be inevitable. "I've been doing NOTHING but fucking ass-fucking demons back to Hell, how the fuck is that supposed to get some fucking piece of shit God to even come to me? Huh?" He picked up his raggedy pack of cigarette off of the table to take out a stick, placing it in between his lip before lighting with his Zippo. "...it has been for fuck sake...months. I haven't had a day off." Cringed his eyes closed before taking a drag of his stick and placing it over the ashtray on the counter to let out the deathly smoke into the air before flashing his middle finger up to his ceiling, "Yeah--Yeah fuck you too!" He swallowed hard before placing the stick back in between his lips, whispering under his breath, "Fuck my life."
He was frustrated, maybe it was his young age that made him so impatient? Why was he looking for so much desperate ways to buy his way into Heaven? It had been weeks since he had the encounter with the bloodied sadist of a bitch, Lucifer. Had his words really gotten embedded into his brain that he was beginning to be that desperate for a key? A key that will assure his stay in Heaven and voided from the sight of Lucifer?
"How many--fucking demons and fucking--what am I fucking missing?!"
John had read somewhere of Gods, Gods of Thunder--Norse Gods. Shit, he would even steal a shit ton of high school mythology books if it meant that he would be able to summon--no, get the attention of these /Gods/.
Don't do it John. You'll regret it. Don't do it.
John could careless about Gabriel's words, he was a fucking Angel out of Heaven due to his own fuck up--so why the fuck should he listen to his warnings now? His eyes shot out in all directions as he thought, looking at the researches, warnings, how bad could a Norse God be? Couldn't be worse than what Lucifer was. Couldn't be as annoying and irritating as Gabriel was. Couldn't be more cold shoulder than fucking Michael was. Norse God couldn't be worse than what both Heaven and Hell sent him. Right?
Besides, if anything were to go wrong, John will fight back. He'll blast him with the Dragon's Breath he had gotten from Beeman. Sure he was told to return it but when it comes to fighting someone with a level of "God" in their name in some way or another? That could be inevitable. "I've been doing NOTHING but fucking ass-fucking demons back to Hell, how the fuck is that supposed to get some fucking piece of shit God to even come to me? Huh?" He picked up his raggedy pack of cigarette off of the table to take out a stick, placing it in between his lip before lighting with his Zippo. "...it has been for fuck sake...months. I haven't had a day off." Cringed his eyes closed before taking a drag of his stick and placing it over the ashtray on the counter to let out the deathly smoke into the air before flashing his middle finger up to his ceiling, "Yeah--Yeah fuck you too!" He swallowed hard before placing the stick back in between his lips, whispering under his breath, "Fuck my life."
