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There are neither monsters nor men, just monsters that disguise themselves as men.


He smiled at her jab at the simplicity of his sarcasm, how easy it would be for her to go crawling back into that pit she probably had no choice but to call 'home' with his soul - a portion of his soul, at least. With the amount of deals and pacts he has made over the recent years, it was like some sort of cruel joke that his soul would be fragmented into such small pieces that the deal to them was never worth their time in the first place and they'd abandon his soul altogether. He loved plot-holes.

"I'd be honored, I could have asked you for sexual gratification instead like some sort of sleaze but alas, I am a gentleman." He gave a small smirk, tapping ash from the cancerous stick he had propped now between his thumb and finger."Well, about as gentlemanly as you'll get into this day and age that is."

He ran a hand through his ash blonde hair, shaking it a little with each stroke through before running it down his face to scratch at his jaw. "The name is Lukas Crowe, pleasure or do you not mix that with business?"

He followed her line of sight to the silhouette of the church, the actual one not far from here where a Pastor by the name of Abbott slept cozy at night under the protection of his so-called omnibenevolent God. He gave her a shrug, toying with the cigarette in his lips. "I've done far worse in an actual church, well, that could be debatable - would you say demon summoning near a church is worse or being drunk chanting vulgar limericks about their God?"

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