post 26

[lickthatdevil.livejournal.com]

jesus christ i can't fucking stay here any longer.

you goddamn rat bastard, are you gonna do anything with us or not? i'm going fucking crazy in this place. there's only so many games of strip poker i can play, and only so many poles in this damn place i can dance on. i feel fat, shit, i never fucking feel fat.

Comments

[lickthatdevil.livejournal.com]

And you have fun doing shit like this? You're not any better then that fuckface who raped my mother. I used to think that there was a difference between humans and demons, and now I'm beginning to believe that there isn't, mostly because of you.

[pathsofhell.livejournal.com]

It would be unfortunate if you ripped your friends apart, but I think it might be enjoyable. Even with this conversation, they would have no proof. I leave no traces.

[lickthatdevil.livejournal.com]

the only one you'd have to answer to then is me. sucks.

[pathsofhell.livejournal.com]

After you tore them apart, it would believable if you could not live with yourself.

[lickthatdevil.livejournal.com]

i'm a lot harder to get rid of.

[pathsofhell.livejournal.com]

You say that as if you would be able to fight me afterward, Dante. It would still be you alone.

[lickthatdevil.livejournal.com]

let's just say my odds have been worse.

[pathsofhell.livejournal.com]

I would gain nothing from that but the satisfaction of you having never had to listen to me for me to find some enjoyment out of you.

[lickthatdevil.livejournal.com]

jesus christ, just go fuck yourself already.

[lickthatdevil.livejournal.com]

do you know what it's like listening to you talk?

[pathsofhell.livejournal.com]

I imagine it is as frustrating as I intend it to be, Dante.