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RP and Ask blog of Crowley, The King of Hell.
Free to RP and answering things. Just be polite. And please read About the muse and Rules.
Muse and mun are completely over 18.
This RPer took the Roleplay Anti-Hate Pledge
NSFW, smut and gore in quantities.
It was not multiship blog, but now I just don't know what's going on!
I track the tag yourlovingkingofhell.
M!A: None
(GIFs are not mine)
Sidebar by thetimeladyandthetardis.
Corner image by gorlassar.

[Have to run. I won’t have time to make replies today most likely, too much work.]

(for the 'beaten' meme) Crowley opened his eyes slowly, eyelids felt heavy and the gong was ringing in his head. He represses the, sikness, raising from his stomach and sat up on his own bed. He was fully dressed. "Dan..." He didn't finished, the blood struck his eyes, it was on the covers, on his hands and on the floor. The King of Hell got up, and tracked the blood stains. He opened the door of the closet. "What the hell has happened here?" He whispered in despair, "Dante... What I've... No.."
yourlovingkingofhell

clawingthroughhell:

clawingthroughhell:

Dante didn’t feel in any way sick, if anything he felt exhausted and restless, his decently-sized frame stuffed into a closet with his hands cuffed behind his back. He didn’t know why, but there hadn’t been any chance at escaping the cramped space. Hearing footsteps approach, the demon opened his eyes, waiting with some hesitant despair. He had certainly been in much better condition before, now more or less covered in blood and beaten, clothes torn. The door opening, Dante resisted the urge to stumble out of his temporary prison and from the sudden feeling of claustrophobia. He leaned against the wall instead despite his cuffed hands, straightening. A pained moan left him. “Took ya long enough…” he mumbled. Actually, he didn’t even know how long he had been there. It felt like a while.

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Class: Muse will believe they are a high-class prostitute for (48 Hours.)
Anonymous

thenewsuicideblonde:

yourlovingkingofhell:

(I will change his suit, because I’m afraid that I will have laughing histeria, if it will be Mark’s face.)

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"Are you sure, you can cope with it, darling? Business with me can be quite expensive, if you want to be treaten like VIP…"

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Drafts: 10

Tomorrow I will probably reply only in the morning. It will be a bloody busy day.

Friendly reminder. My job drinks my blood, I am ill. That’s why I’m slow and selective. Don’t get mad at me please, if I reply something new and don’t answer to our thread for days or weeks.

(for the 'beaten' meme) Crowley opened his eyes slowly, eyelids felt heavy and the gong was ringing in his head. He represses the, sikness, raising from his stomach and sat up on his own bed. He was fully dressed. "Dan..." He didn't finished, the blood struck his eyes, it was on the covers, on his hands and on the floor. The King of Hell got up, and tracked the blood stains. He opened the door of the closet. "What the hell has happened here?" He whispered in despair, "Dante... What I've... No.."
yourlovingkingofhell

clawingthroughhell:

clawingthroughhell:

Dante didn’t feel in any way sick, if anything he felt exhausted and restless, his decently-sized frame stuffed into a closet with his hands cuffed behind his back. He didn’t know why, but there hadn’t been any chance at escaping the cramped space. Hearing footsteps approach, the demon opened his eyes, waiting with some hesitant despair. He had certainly been in much better condition before, now more or less covered in blood and beaten, clothes torn. The door opening, Dante resisted the urge to stumble out of his temporary prison and from the sudden feeling of claustrophobia. He leaned against the wall instead despite his cuffed hands, straightening. A pained moan left him. “Took ya long enough…” he mumbled. Actually, he didn’t even know how long he had been there. It felt like a while.

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smoranphoto:

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"You… Have… Your own army.
Well…Right. Err. Yeah it’s true
we  can’t  live without this idea
of war. We want to hold a gun,
to  shoot  something, but, how
can  you  know  that  it’s  here
after  death?  I  mean.  Death.
So…  We  become   dust  and
that’s all…”

"Your bodies, maybe." Oops, he said your, definitely, conspiracy was never his virtue. “Although, even this si quite questionable from different points of view. Don’t you believe in immortality of the human soul?”

"oh my head hurts..." he hissed in pain and looked around. "Where am i?"
theantichristhimself

"Hello, boy. You can call this a pure luck, but I found you. With your powers, you just can’t not leave traces."

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"Why are you doing this to me?" (for torture meme)
yourlovingkingofhell

thetimeladyandthetardis:

thetimeladyandthetardis:

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"Why not?" Nicole purred with a dark smile on her face. "How often can anyone say that they can harm a demon? Not many, that’s for damn sure."

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"Hmm but that’s exactly where I should stop you," Nicole mused once she began walking over her instruments. Her hand lightly grazing each one. "Loved is the key word in your little sentence. Not to mention the ‘would have’ in the other. Past tenses darling, they really mean nothing at all when you think about them.” Her hand stopped moving upon his words. Almost like she had to reconsider what was told. Blue eyes shot up with hate deep in them. “I’m not suffering,” She hissed as her jaw clenched. “Hell happened, dearest. Not here though. Oh no, Earth had nothing to do with my change of hearts but I can tell you right now I could care less about my daughter. She was a foolish, childish mistake. You, on the other hand, can barely help yourself so you better damn well tell me what help you could possibly consider being good for me.”

"Don’t worry about me. I don’t know about your Hell, but I’ve spent senturies on the rack under knifes of the best Hell’s inquisitor. Hardly you can surprise me with something new." It was painful to see how she had changed, there was no his Nicole anymore, and she was right in a way. Crowley gave up, when she left him. He buried her in his heart. He was a demon, King of Hell he had to move forward. "I can bring her back. The woman I loved. I can make you that Nicole again…" He chukled and winced from pain, "But you don’t want it, do you? What do you want? To see me suffer? It’s too banal, even for you, darling. So, what do you want?"

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