I tried to sell my soul last night
Funny, he wouldn't even take a bite
He’d been trying very, very hard to ignore everything that had been happening lately. Nothing to do with him, for fuck’s sake. The dumbasses that had done whatever idiotic thing that had torn the gates to the afterlife open could deal with their owned damned mess. Not his circus, not his monkeys.
Not like the stupidass place had ever managed to actually keep in there anyway.
In any case, he’d gotten very good at minding his own damned business at this point. Not like anything would be changing in his life. Unless some jackass decided to drop a boulder on him or some shit.
Regrettably not the first time that would’ve happened either.
This particular evening he’s making his way idly through the forest. Really, he doesn’t have a fucking clue where he’s going. But, when one has the endless responsibilities he does… well, one avoids them, right? Right. We’ll pretend that’s what he’s doing.
In any case, there he is, minding his own damn business, when some random ass beam of fucking light bursts through the trees, slicing past trunks and singing the pale feathers of one wing. Startling hard, he flinches sideways, a surprised snort escaping as he all but ends up in a fucking tree.
“Goddamned mother fucking COCKSUCKER.” He doesn’t even bother to try and hold back the expletives as they pass his lips. Once upon a time, he might’ve been on instant alert. But, well, when one couldn’t actually die, that shit ceased to matter. “What the actual FUCK?”
He’s not quite sure if the idiot who’d expelled that beam of light is even still there, but someone was going to damn well hear about it.
