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❝Put it on a knife, you fucking retard, and shiv him in the neck!❞ ~ New acc. ~ Son of @UnknownAndYoung and Lucifer ~ Trig Content ~ RT?

//I REMADE HIM GUYS LMAO nitter.gq/DeviIishBastard/status…

-- himself right into danger. When it was only his life at stake, of course. He nodded, for once not questioning what he was told. He just wanted his girl. And this demon's head on a silver platter, his body thrown to the hellhounds. But mostly the first thing.

Samael was grateful that Blaine was there; he would never admit it out loud, but it was a comfort to have his uncle by his side. Hell, right now, he felt like a kid again. He had never genuinely cared about the outcome of anything, after all, more than willing to blindly throw --

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//I am stuck in bed. please send help.

//????

. . . . SCREAMS AT THE TOP OF HIS LUNGS.

//WOW TWEETDECK DON'T DO /THAT/.

-- do something that he would very quickly regret. He cursed in Gallifreyan under his breath, running a hand through his hair. "Well, ain't that just fantastic?" He was still muttering, being as quiet as physically possible.

His face scrunched up when he noticed where this guy decided to hide out. You know, being a creepy traitor was one thing, but did he have to be so. . . gross about it? Of course, when Blaine told him that Violet wasn't there, it took all of Sam's self control not to --

-- trying to memorize it, it was just instinct. "Anything I need to know before we get there?"

Instead of urging him to hurry, Samael allowed him to right himself. He knew that it hurt Blaine's ears, which is another reason why he tried to do it as little as possible. He watched as Blaine drew blood and memorized the symbol that he was drawing. He wasn't even actively --

-- whispered an 'I love you' to the baby before straightening. "I'll be back. Thanks again." He was already making his way to the door.

"Nah. Perfectly healthy. If she falls asleep, she might start crying, but if that happens just hold her and rock her and all that shit." He leaned over and pressed a kiss to Dawn's head, his eyes shutting. It was clear that his daughter calmed him. He --

He sighed, gently patting his uncle's shoulder. Even before his little. . . epiphany of sorts, he never really did this to him. It always felt like a cheat. But, in this situation it was necessary. He whistled, wincing himself as he did so. "C'mon, boy. Let's go."

-- about. Being in the middle of all this wouldn't be good for her. She was already hurt, too. . . "Just watch the baby 'till I get back."

"I'll be fine." It wasn't himself that he was worried about, in all honesty. Hell, he fought his father. He also flung himself at a hellhound and fought the thing while it tore at his insides. He had done so much shit through his life. Violet. . . he was worried --

-- would be an idiot not to take it into account. "Shit. You're right."