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/ my favorite vergil writer on this app has been missing for months, i miss them sm. come back to me 😭 @buriedjudgement.bsky.social

"I need new sunglasses.

This asshole ate my last pair.

I can't enter a demon's den without them. Makes me feel like I'm going in naked."

/ i lied. 🥲 life hasn't been easy. hopefully, things will calm down soon.

/ replies soon-ishhhhhh

Gods & Monsters

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Beer. It was a beer sort of evening.

Yeah, well, it seemed easier than it looked.

Striking those poses with Kalina Ann, not moving at all for several long minutes, had not been comfortable.

The pay had been good. The unnecessary attention it earned her— not so much.

Which guns?

Hah. Gotcha.

...Never try to come up with usernames, Leon.

He was pretty bad at this, wasn't he?

Hah!

So that was what he'd been trying to hide from her for months! Go figure.

Hmm. Tough choice. She might need to conduct a vote.

That was... 𝘴𝘰 boring and ordinary. Two adjectives that did not define her.

But then no one would know how clever and witty she was.

She was in a guns magazine once, too, by the way. That edition sold like hot cakes.

It was a one-time gig, though.

Too obvious? Should she try another?

iSlaughterDemons999?

iLoveGrenades6969?

brokeGirl?

She was open to suggestions.

Might just have to subscribe to that. Go incognito.

If you see someone with the handle bigbazookas, it might be her.

/ *cleared up, even. i'm tired.

Holding her hands up in mock surrender.

"Glad we got that part cleared out. Thought you were going to try and bite me or something. Word of advice? No one likes a jealous, insecure gal. It's a sure way to push people away, so relax. I'm not interested." She didn't even know who he 𝘸𝘢𝘴.

She wasn't aware that she needed anyone's permission to 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬.

< a habit of this. I'm just feeling generous today."

Lady folded her arms and turned from him, leaning against the side of his desk. Maybe he wasn't the only one pushing everyone away.

They sat there in companionable silence for a long moment.

"Not unless there's hot water in the shower."

< Though his intention was appreciated, her pride wouldn't let her accept a dime. Not when she hadn't earned it.

Not when he was drowning in debts, meanwhile a considerable part of her inheritance money from her mother's side sat untouched in a bank.

"Don't get ahead of yourself. I'm not making >

< Samaritan here? If I wanted to scam you, I wouldn't be refusing the extra cash, would I?" she countered, brandishing her Beretta in his face before holstering it.

Still, the stubborn huntress refused to take a cent.

"I said I'm fine. Don't make me repeat myself a third time." >

< damned for eternity, but she had gladly walked into that fire— no, 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 into it, and she would gladly do it again.

If staining her hands with blood meant no one else had to go through what she had, Lady would gladly bear that cross to the afterlife.

Lady rolled her eyes. "Who's the good >

< maintain her sanity was to continue down this dark path of no return, for there 𝘸𝘢𝘴 no coming back from the insanity of what she had witnessed and the unforgivable sin she had committed.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.

Justified as it had been, it had destroyed a part of her. She knew her soul was >

Not drowning and struggling to stay afloat was practically all she had been doing since her mother's death.

Was she even real anymore? Or just a ghost? An engine of destruction and sorrow and unhealthy coping held together by fragments of a shattered heart.

Lady knew that the only way to >