He’s like six hundred years younger than you are. I refuse to be the moral compass of our cell! Most weekends I have an intoxispell bong attached to my mouth like a respirator. I love scatological humor, and I list ‘pranks involving nuclear waste’ and ‘making demons eat things’ as my hobbies.
Now, undress for me and let me see what’s mine.
This food is one hundred percent not drugged because I couldn’t find any drugs.
His debtors always assumed he’d demand their firstborn. Like I’m fucking Rumpelstiltskin? What would Lothaire do with countless squalling babes? Raise them in a kennel?
I’m surprised he hasn’t been sniffing around you,
Psst. Minion. I need these laundered. Very little starch. Don’t just stand there gawking or you’ll anger my good frenemy General Wroth. We’re like this
“My Bride poisoned me so that I would lose a match against the demon male she loves.
I saw your power. You’re stronger than he is.
I had just heard tales that the Valkyrie were large warriors, akin to Amazons.
It figures-it’s always either the butler or the resurrected mate.