*mew

Debby: * takes a step back* And Debby you really shouldn't where that shirt. Debby: it suits me well.

* it said little devil* Debby: I can change it if you want.

oof but what if it said satan is my sugar daddy or sumthin //

Debby: I will go do so then. * she walked off, and came back with a black hoodie*

ily father

bc i worship u satan

....

yay. anywhere around you is great to me~ *finger guns*

indeed i am handsome~ *air kiss*

olivine goes to sammy* hi sammy. you soul belongs to me now

Orion: you can't just take peoples souls ya know. rude

*he hiccups as he notices the olive blood covering his hands*

olivine: they signed the contract.

olivne: me and him made a deal

Orion: fine then *he wispers to sammy*ʸᵒᵘ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵃ ᵐⁱˢᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵍᵘʸ ⁱˢ ᵃⁿ ᵃˢˢʰᵒˡᵉ

olivine: i am not. now it is my turn in the deal

*he sobs thinking of lem left all alone*

olivine: *looks at sam*

*he falls to the floor hiccuping and sobbing*

olivine: lets him*

Demon!Chen: rushes to his side* wtf oli!?

olivine: what?

*chen gets in your face* what did you do!?

*his hand burns a little* oliv: i didnt do anything. he died and sad because of all the people left behind

Chen: AND YOU DONT EVEN COMFORT HIM?! *she seems a bit hurt by this*

oliv: *shakes head* he's not my lord any more. i dont care.

*she scoffs and runs off before you realize sammy had been shocked back to life in a hospital by the uhhh (zappy life thingys)*

-

oliv: welp. good day then. *tps away*

*crey runs up to oliv* hey vine!

oliv: oh. good day

*he frowns slightly, highly unusual for him* whats up with chen?

oliv: on of my master died, cried an i did the usual. and she came.

Crey- if thats the case why's she sobbing? *chen is such a happy go lucky person and nobody's ever seen her cry*

oliv: *shrugs* beats me. ill go check on her. come too if you like. *tps to her*

*she was laying in her fancy sheets, sobbing, heartbreak audible with every hic and sob*

oliv: hay. are you ok?

*she sniffles* y-yeah *her voice cracks with pure sorrow lacing every vowel*

oliv: you...sure..you dont cry a lot.

*her breath hitches in her throat* you dont.. feel love..do you?

oliv: i...*hesitates*...do.

*she seems to calm down a bit* do you love anyone..?

oliv: do you love me?

*he hesitates* well..

oliv: well?

y-yes *she looks away shyly*

oliv: *sighs and smirks* i figured.

*she sniffles*

oliv: *sighs once more*

im s-sorry..

oliv: no no. im sorry. im not quite sure if i lied you or not. honestly im gone a lot and every time i bring home a shade, you always fight with me. its fun.

whats that supposed to mean?