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"Years? It's barely been a year. You're immune to nothing." I laugh, taking out a dagger and stabbing her hand to the wall.
"You yelling at me won't make me help you." I grin, folding my arms.
Satan: Sorry, Kat! Just a bit distracted. *sighs*
"Tsk, Tsk. You're a traitor." I lean close, grinning evilly. "Traitors deserve death…" My nails extend into claws, cutting her deeper
"Swearing won't make it better." I smirk at him, laughing
(Oh hell no. ) Satan: That wasn't a flinch… Alice is just really good at torturing. "Too bad, sweet!" I laugh, pressing on her gash, making it...
"Fine. I'm busy right now, though."
Satan: *quietly stands there, wincing at Sam's screams* I smirk, cutting her arms and legs in one motion.
The blades on the axe guitar extend, hissing with fire, and I swing it forward, cutting Sam's stomach.
"Wonderful…" I roll my eyes, standing.
"No. Unless you cross me." I respond, looking up before shaking my head, turning to Sam with a laugh. "Stupid girl… you're pathetic." I murmur,...
I nod at Blake in appreciation, leaning against a wall. "So, what now?"
"Life? It sucks. But yours is about to get worse…" I grin, strumming the axe guitar.
"Those are my orders, sweet." I say, shrugging, continuing down the hall.
"Although, he does have good taste." I smirk, sliding the dagger in the holster.
"Will do…" I smirk, trailing my guitar along the wall, making it grow a red hot blade on the sides (axe guitar ) "Oh, Sam…"
"Thanks." I sigh, wiping the blade off on the Prince as he falls to the ground.
Satan: *smiles, and pauses, looking up* I appear in hell, still carrying my guitar. "Is she here?" Satan: Yes. "Great. Thanks, daddy!" I smile...
(Masochist strikes again! )
Satan: ** Pokes her back* Kat! *glomps* :3