Animalistic_Urges
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"Stella clutched onto the bouquet of stainless, white roses, her claws wrapped tightly around the stems of the flowers like they would slip out of them if her grip were loosened. The veil over her face clouded her vision, though, as clear as day, she could still make out the blood-red carpet that led her to the arch at the end. The carpet that would lead her down to the rest of her life. That would lead her to her new husband."
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Rewriting Stella to not be a one-dimensional bitch.
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"He could drown himself in alcohol, fry his brain with drugs, till the sorrow was killed with it. But it wouldn’t fix anything. C00lkidd would still be gone. Dead to the law, dead to the world, dead to his father. No one would miss him but 007n7. And no one would miss 007n7 if he were gone too.
007n7 blinked behind his glasses, staring blankly at the back couch cushions, the movie still playing behind him. He soon rolled onto his back with a sigh, now staring up at the wall as his hand fell to his chest.
He knew what he was going to do. He was going to kill himself."
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My interpretation of 007n7's suicide.
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Mammon let out a loud groan, staring down at the papers that laid scattered out on his desk, pen in one hand as he rested his chin in the other. His third hand’s fingers tapped against the wooden desk. Mammon’s eyes narrowed as he stared down at the paper he had on top of the pile of the others, sneering as he read the contract.
It was some stupid mother fucker asking for a part of his precious money in exchange for a piece of the ring, that he ruled over, so he could build another cheap attraction to squeeze as much money as possible from some idiot demons that most likely were tourists. Mammon felt anger swirl in his chest as he snarled, letting out a sour growl as his grip tightened around the pen, only seconds away from snapping it in half.
How dare these rotten creatures ask so much from him, he was Mammon for Satan’s sake, he was the embodiment of greed itself.
Mammon’s fists clinched up into balls as he let out an unpleasant growl, slamming the pen down onto the desk before snatching the paper up, harshly wading it up into a ball before flinging it into a nearby bin. He bared his teeth like a feral animal as a puff of green smoke fumed from his clenched fangs.
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Adam never thought that he could become a fallen angel. Why would he? He was the first man, he started all of humanity. He thought he would never crumble, he would stand tall amongst the scum of hell. But now, he finds himself casted away, sent to suffer in hell just like the hundreds of human souls he had slaughtered through out the years.