Little old me
So, you want to know about Demons, huh? Well, I suppose I can tell you a few things. First off, they don't always come from Hell. Now, I know what you are thinking, where else can the red-skinned horn-headed, pitchfork wielding baddies come from besides the ol H E double hockey sticks? Well, the answer is everywhere. Hell, forgive the pun, you probably created a few yourself.Yup. Every dark thought, bad deed and ill bit o' will you've cast off on your fellow being makes them. Tiny little things, but then they grow. They eat others of their own kind, absorb their power. That's when things get nasty.
of course as they get older, they can specialize, take new shapes, build all sorts of nifty little bags of tricks.
You know what they can't ever really do though?........Die
Ramses Thorn Hexxum
Half-Demon
b*****d
Hero
Back from the Abyss
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Suddenly her blue eyes made their way to the other side of he table, where her husband sat adorned with a bow on top of his head. Double taking, hell, triple taking at the site before she chewed her bottom lip to keep from laughing. Her eyes falling back to the table she smiled before her eyes returned to Ramses. "Did you do all this?" Looking back to him she noticed the burnt clothes before quirking a black brow glancing around the kitchen for the culprit of what caught her husband on fire. "Well only catching yourself on fire is quite the accomplishment." She grinned walking over to him before planting a sweet kiss to his cheek then patting his bow. "You know you should wear this more often." She winked teasingly before looking over the table again. Noticing the breakfast fajitas for each of them she pushed out her bottom lip putting her hand over her heart again. "Crepes and fajitas? Honey.." Donna leaned down kissing his lips this time.