"You might never die with that attitude. Some higher being with a very twisted sense of humour might decide that you do get to live forever. To linger on."

Oh, she did indeed love it. “Is it the thought of losing everyone you love that makes it so hateful, or the knowledge that once they are all gone, you’d have nobody to stop you from turning into the monster you know you are, deep down?”

“You know, I do like to wonder about her. If you have never known of her existence, would she be leading a happy life now?” This wasn’t a fight he was going to win, and now she felt like being downright 𝒏𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒚. “How much damage did you do to her psyche? Is she capable of love, or is she like you?”

“You could end up with me, or you could end up rewatching every moment you failed that daughter of yours, over and over again.” “Choose wisely.”

“Tick Tock, soldier.” Tapping an imaginary watch, she let her head fall back and laughed. “I’ll be seeing you, Mr Barnes. Sooner or later, I see all of you.”

“My mistake, I should have said have your soul. The part of you that you feel so … protective over will be dead and rotting. What lingers afterwards will belong to someone. It may as well be me.” No, he doesn’t get to know that sort of thing until he’s dead.

Snapping her teeth at him

“I’m not having sex with any of you.” “Just so you’re aware.” “I’ll eat your soul and maybe use your entrails as a fidget toy, but I’m not fucking anyone.”

“Who said anything about being ‘mine’?” “If you take a vacation, do you belong to the resort owner?” These mortals and their constant need for… well, what? BDSM? To be owned. “This is why I never do my own advertising, you lot always make it into some big deal.”

“Hmph..” she huffed a half laugh. These mortals thought they had any sort of control over things like that once they died. Always wasting their lives away without understanding just how long eternity truly was. “What makes you think you’re not a puppet right now?”

She made no move to take the towel, barely even glanced at it. Like the idea of cleaning herself was so laughable that it wasn’t even worth her notice. “Hell-Bound, for certain. But not all Hell’s are equal, you have a few choices when it’s time.” Finally she tossed the skull aside. -

Red eyed gaze dropped just as he spoke of a garden hose, deliberately lingering to make him uncomfortable. Because she enjoyed that sort of thing. Who would expect any less from a naked woman with horns covered in blood? “In your backpack? Like a good Boy Scout.” -

Her tongue ran over her top lip, tasting all the…. “Do I?” A head tilt, the skull held in one hand to show that it really was everywhere. “Why don’t you clean it up for me?”

“And over confident. I love the way audacity flavours the meat.” Or the soul.

Hail Satana

“Oh, I do. Sports fans are delicious.”

"Absolutely vulgar."

“A morning kiss would be delicious.”

"You say the sweetest things." The kiss, a fluttering pair of cartoon-style red lips that fluttered like a butterfly started to attack the guard's face, swelling up. And then exploding in a shower of red acid to burn the skin. And glitter, because she was extra like that.

"I can't wait to peel off your face and use it as a lampshade." Blows a kiss

"You are a darling little imp!"

"It's giving Pied Piper."

#SinfulSunday Practically Angelic

It’s feeding time

"Superman can't come to the phone right now, he's currently being my pillow."

Biiiig stretch Clawing at the air Twisting her neck Untangling hair from her horns "Good morning."

"And I thought you were fun, Doom." Red eyes rolled and blazed, but Satana moved towards a chair and dropped down into it. Sitting like she owned the entire world. Her trident stuck the floor beside her, sparks flying. "Have you forgotten manners? No offer of a drink to slake my thirst?"

I keep forgetting you have to verify your age to DM

"This?" She grinned, happy that he'd noticed. Waving it a little, then giving it a spin. "The spoils of war. Would you like to see the new trophy I have to mount on a spike somewhere?" A head. Of course it would be a head. That's what they did, these Demons. -

“I am a pleasurable vision, it’s true.” She stepped over, a hand clutching a trident that wasn’t hers. Then she leaned in, pressing a warm kiss to his cheek in greeting. “How fares thee? And your wonderful kingdom?”

“Where would be the fun in warning you? Being spontaneous keeps the spark alive.” The spark in this case being her wanting his Realm to add to her own. And him probably with the same idea. “What sort of business? I do feel a little peckish.”

“An idiot with taste and an erection for power.”

Sealed it back up? One of the first lessons she’d learned as a child was how to seal things back up. “Mephisto, darling.” She smiled oh so sweetly at him, eyelashes fluttering lazily as her eyes blazed. “How are you feeling?” It was almost as though she expected him to be unwell. -

"Is Mephisto pissy because the hotter Demon has shown up?"

"Darlings, sweethearts, and other, succulent tasty morsels." "Did you miss me?"

𝑆𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠, 𝑆𝑢𝑐𝑐𝑢𝑏𝑢𝑠, 𝑄𝑈𝐸𝐸𝑁- 🔥 Satana Hellstrom 🔥 Queen of Hell 🔥 AU Portrayal 🔥 MV/MS 📻 25+ GMT