{☩} — “Mm? Me and Lost, huh... Yeah, I’d say we’re pretty much dating. Like me and almost all of my other headmates.“

      hmmm that could work!! im always for name smashes, or we could come up with something better... ‘sacrifical spirits’? ‘dance of death’? idk,,,

{☩} — “Well, I just vomited a few times, but I could be worse.“

ignore them, we’re fine today!! thank you for the kind wishes~

{☩} — “Ehh– Does this even work with my brimstone? …Well, I might as well try it.“

   They shut their mouth into a tight line, as their cheeks fill up uncomfortably with brimstone, burning his throat and overwhelming his senses. When Azazel felt his limit being reached, he released the small, high pressure blast of blood…which kept coming out. It stung so badly, it felt like it was never going to end. Bile sprung up in their throat, but miraculously, they held it back. Tears formed as the sulfurous, molten mixture subsided blasting out of this mouth, and they collapsed on to their knees. That was unpleasant. 

{☩} — “F-…Fuck. Th-that hurt…Uuugh…“