666 ♛ Crowley

seven

[11:34pm]

Mr King of Hell: Those bloody Winchesters!!

Jen: You keep mentioning these Winchesters, who are they?

Mr King of Hell: Hunters.

Jen: Of what?

Mr King of Hell: Monsters.

Jen: So, not only are there demons and I happen to be messaging the 'King of Hell', there are other monsters too?

Mr King of Hell: Vampires, werewolves, ghosts. You know, the usual.

Jen: Oh yeah, sure 'the usual'. Nothing crazy about this at all.

Mr King of Hell: There are angels too.

Jen: ...you have got to be kidding me.

Mr King of Hell: But don't bother with them and their I-must-follow-all-orders attitude.

Jen: So, those guys hunt monsters. Why don't they kill you?

Mr King of Hell: They've tried. Multiple times. Do you really think that I'd be outsmarted by Moose and Squirrel?

Jen: Moose and Squirrel??

Mr King of Hell: That's what I call them. And their angel friend, giraffe.

Jen: They know an angel?!? This is seriously insane.

Mr King of Hell: You've been talking to the literal King of Hell for the past month, what do you expect?

Jen: Point taken.

Mr King of Hell: So, you believe me now?

Jen: Nope.

Mr King of Hell: ...really?

Jen: Really.

Jen: (Maybe really can be our always).

Mr King of Hell: I have no idea what you're saying to me.

Jen: You're no fun.

Mr King of Hell: Yes I am, or you wouldn't still be talking to me.

Jen: Touché.

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