((Open RP. Be the demon?)) The demon chains my wrists together as he leads me into his house. "Come on, little slave~" he purrs into my ear. He yanks me into a room, and I gasp at what I see. Angel wings, hundreds of them, hanging on his wall. I turn pale, and he chuckles. "I'm a priced angel hunter. Remember that, darling. If I tire of you, your wings will be up there." I feel as though I could collapse. He pulls me into him and smirks. "Now… let's help you lose your 'purity'~."
Choosing Demonic Names For A Baby – Celebrate The Underworld
I scream. The knife getting pushed deeper in my gut. My arm bent at an awkward angle behind me, defiantly broken and the demon laughs as it hits my arm once again. Another scream. But not mine this time. It's Dean, Dean tied to a post watching me die. Tears streaming down his face and through the tears in my eyes I see his green ones staring back at me. I try to smile. I really do. One last thing for my brother. As the demon gives the final strike to my heart.