Difference between revisions of "Constantine/Stereotypes"

Latest revision as of 09:08, 12 January 2013

Things That Go Bump
	You are what our Father had in mind when he sowed the seed of Divinity. You've forgotten. You squabble about details when you could create new Heavens, new Earths. Did we go to war for nothing?
	You are predators - do not fear your "curse", master it.
	How little I expected this kinship between us.
	The things we did to you when you came too close to our prison - they cannot be described, and were so beyond what I can comprehend now that I cannot even feel remorse. I only feel...hungry.
	...I honestly have no fucking idea what you are or where the fuck you came from.

Demons
	My brothers. We hold the faith. The war is not over, though our enemies seem to have quit the field. Our Morningstar will return for us, and we must be ready.
	We did not rebel to destroy this world, but to make it what our Father commanded us to, whether the Host wished to do what needed to be done or not. Do not let your Torment twist your purpose.
	You trade away power for...what, more power? To what purpose?
	Fuck. You guys think too much.
	We rebelled against our Creator. We fought his Hosts. We suffered an eternity in the Abyss. Now, what, you're sorry?

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