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There goes my MC. You will be missed~

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reunion sex with Mammon is the lewdest, nastiest shit ever, he's not stopping even if you beg. aw, poor thing is too tired to keep their legs spread? don't worry, he'll lay you on your belly, spoon, or your back on his chest while mercilessly pounding into you from below. one thing is certain, Mammon won't stop until you're sobbing and dripping with his cum.

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say cheese

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Trash CAN!

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I can be much more entertaining!

yes ma'am.

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MY WIVES

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𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔬 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 🪽

𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 150 𝗏𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌, 𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗂𝖿𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗏𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌!

here are some thoughts i’ve been having about him in the meantime:

💭 𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗂𝖿𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗑 𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝗎𝗍 “oh god—“ 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾.

💭 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖤𝖷𝖳𝖱𝖤𝖬𝖤𝖫𝖸 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗌, 𝗌𝗈 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒’𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁, 𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝗎𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽.

💭 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍. 𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗂𝖿𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗌, 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗐𝗌 𝖺𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋. 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾. 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗌, 𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇.

🖤 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇: 𝗌𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗎𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗐. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌

🖤 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽: 𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗅𝖾𝗏𝗂.

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Sub!Levi please, anything will do

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤: 𝗅𝖾𝗏𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 (𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗒 𝗆𝖾!) 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: ₉₁₈

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: ‼️ 𝖭𝖲𝖥𝖶. 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝗃𝗈𝖻, 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝗈𝖻, 𝖽𝗋𝗒 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖼**𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍, 𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀*, 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆/𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗅 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗅 𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅, 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀/𝖾𝖽𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄

𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾’𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗌— 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆.

𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗎𝗉. 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖿𝖿, 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖿 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗒𝗌𝗂𝗌, 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋— 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍.

𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖿𝗍𝗌. 𝗅𝖾𝗏𝗂 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗉𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁. 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗀𝗈 𝗁𝗎𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗁 𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝖻𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗍𝗎𝖻 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗏𝖾.

𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗅, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗄𝖾-𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍. 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆— 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖽𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗇. 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗎𝗋𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗐𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆. 𝗅𝖾𝗏𝗂’𝗌 𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗅. 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗑, 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿 𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝗈.

“𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒.” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖼 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝖼𝖾— 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁.

𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅-𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋.

“𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒, 𝗆𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝗒?” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌, 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗋.

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝖼 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝖾𝗏𝗂’𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗉— 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋.

𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄, 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍. 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌, 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖿𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁𝗌, 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾— 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋.

𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗄’𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝖽𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗎𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖼𝗂𝗋𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖻 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁, 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝗆.

𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗍𝗈𝗒 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖺𝗅. 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗁𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗉, 𝗃𝖾𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗍𝗁𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗂��𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾— 𝖻𝗋𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁. 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁— 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗓𝗒.

“𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗆— 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗆𝗂𝖾, 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾!” 𝗅𝖾𝗏𝗂 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾— 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍����𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝖻 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇.

“𝗂’𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺—“ 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖽, 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌.

“𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍..” 𝗉𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, “𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇.” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝖽, 𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝗏𝗂. 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗍𝗈𝗈. 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖿 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗒-𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽, 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍.

“𝗎𝗇𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗈𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐. 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗒, 𝗅𝖾𝗏𝗂’𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽.

“𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀.” 𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽.

“𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀?” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗂𝗆𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍-𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇.

“𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀.” 𝗅𝖾𝗏𝗂 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗆𝖾𝖽.

𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝖻’𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾.

“𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗂𝗍.” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝖼𝗎𝖻𝗎𝗌’𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖽𝗎𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐— 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋.

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍. 𝗅𝖾𝗏𝗂’𝗌 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗉𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾. 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗒’𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝗆, 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆— 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌.

“𝗁𝖾𝗁..” 𝗅𝖾𝗏𝗂 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁. “𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒, 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗆𝗂𝖾.” 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽.

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#me too levi. me too #obey me nightbringer #leviathan

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Falling asleep in one of the House of Lamentation's common rooms can be a gamble. At best, somebody kindly carries you back to your room and tucks you in. Or maybe they leave you where you were, but drape a jacket or blanket over you.

Sometimes they go overboard, and you wake up with too many blankets. It's sweltering hot and excessively heavy. You thought the brothers were just being supportive in a weird way until Mammon accidentally revealed everyone is trying to break the record of 23 blankets and three duvets.

Sometimes you wake up with a full manicure and facial in progress. Asmo likes the practice.

Sometimes you wake up wearing Lucifer's reading glasses or Mammon's sunglasses. The Anti-Lucifer League must have thought you make a good hiding spot.

Sometimes you wake up with fresh food next to you. Particularly if you fell asleep near mealtime. The strong smell of Devildom cuisine rouses you awake, and you catch Beel trying to tip-toe away.

Sometimes you find... offerings. Bottled tea, or sticker sheets, or a coin placed on your cheek. Levi started taking pictures and in thanks decided to make a shrine dedicated to his idol (you).

Sometimes they draw on your face. The first person to do so will leave a marker for anyone else who happens to feel creative. You've woken up with whiskers, a mustache, fake eyes drawn over your eyelids, money signs drawn on your eyelids, swirls and hearts, a goatee, a big unibrow, and you're pretty sure the twins are the culprits behind a game of tic-tac-toe.

Sometimes you get notes. Simple reminders, or a notice that Lucifer's left the house so please make sure to check that everyone's behaving when you wake up. Occasionally you wake up completely covered in post-its with silly messages.

Sometimes you get kisses. They leave no trace, unless their sender gets carried away and sticks around.

#AAAWWWWW

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Levi's favorite thing to do while watching anime with MC is fingering and/or fondling MC's boob/boobs. Levi makes comments about the show and asks for MC's opinion. Meanwhile, MC is just a whiny, whimpered, teary-eyed mess sitting on his lap or between in his legs. 🤤💜

Nsfw!

!!! Nonnie!!!- omggshsg that’s so hot 😩 especially the part about boobs

Levi and his obsession with your boobs literally just cuddling watching any anime-

Everything starts out innocent enough with you sitting in Levi’s lap as the show starts and then Levi’s hands start low playing with the hem of your shirt. He’s not trying to tease you, really!!! He’s just needs to keep his hands busy!!- yea, that sounds believable-

His fingers moving up your stomach, then up higher ‘n higher, while you try to focus on the screen and when his hands finally reach your boobs- fully cupping them, squeezing just a little, his thumbs running over your nipples-

Levi’s so engrossed in the anime playing that he doesn’t notice the way you gasp and let out whimpering little moans.

His hands keep squeezing and massaging, his fingernails digging into your soft skin…. building your anticipation…he gives your nipples some feathery light touches, then pinches them which makes your whole body jerk in his lap.

He doesn’t just stick to that tho, he’ll tweak and twist them too. he’s playing around with you. And then Levi says something about….the plot? Maybe. You’re not sure, after all you haven’t really been paying attention, he’s grumbling about how it doesn’t make sense and when you don’t reply Levi finally looks away from the screen and at you-

Your cheeks are bright red, eyes filled with tears from all his unintentional teasing. Levi’s mouth falls open a dry, “…..whoa..” leaving his lips- and that’s not really what you wanted to hear right now, meeting his eyes you beg, “Levi, please don’t stop….n-need more..” and you wiggle your hips against his again trying to get any friction you can down there. Levi’s mouth is still open a little bit and his eyes are still stuck on your face so he simply nods, hands still on your tits- now he wants to watch you, wants to see if you can really cum just from him playing with your boobs….

You’ll both end up coming in your pants before the episodes even over-

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End of the broke bussy saga~ It was never meant to be a mini series but It worked out~ lol

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How the Brothers Would Deal with MC's Mortality

Mammon:

You casually brought it up as a joke

Probably something like “i’m here for a good time, not a long time” or “why should i care what happens in 100 years? It’s not like i’ll be around to care”

Would probably confuse Mammon at first as to why you wouldn’t be around, but he would put the pieces together in the middle of the night when trying to sleep.

A whole, eyes snapping wide opening and flinging out of his bed kind of moment.

Mammon would worry himself sick

Yes, he knows humans can die, hell, he used to mock you for being so frail when you first came to the Devildom, but now? 

Well, now things are different. How he feels about you is different

He's spending all his money on ways to keep you kicking longer. 

Anything he can think of that’ll help, he’s buying it. Vegetables, fruits, protein powder, comfortable clothes, a nice pillow, vitamins, shampoos- anything. He has no idea where to start, so he just starts grabbing everything. 

I mean, something will have to help, right? 

If you notice he looks panicked, don’t point it out, it’ll only make it worse. Unless you want to be smothered to death from his affection and worry, then by all means. ;)

Leviathan:

Look, he can barely handle his favorite anime characters dying, so you? Yeah, no, that’s way too much. 

Nothing actually popped up to remind Leviathan of your mortality, it was because of Satan throwing his books all around the house that did it. 

Suddenly, it was all he could think about. How did he not think of this before? 

Leviathan is no Satan though, and he’s certainly not Lucifer. Researching medical documents and trying to think of things to keep you alive longer are a little over his head. That being said, there were some things he could do.

Leviathan dove into his own research that would be within his realm of understanding, studying that humans who have more positive mindsets and who are less exposed to depressing forms of media, may live longer than the average person. This- this was something he could work with. 

Suddenly, you were constantly being invited to his room, Leviathan having a variety of slice-of-life anime for you to watch with him, all of which had happy endings to boot. If an anime was even remotely depressing, he made sure to keep that out of reach. 

Video games? He’s keeping it safe; he’s not risking anything here. If it’s not similar to Stardew Valley, Animal Crossing, Dreamlight Valley, or The Sims (which must be on a good day), you’re just not playing it. Kingdom Hearts if you’re lucky. 

Satan:

Would do an insane amount of research 

Likely overheard the topic on a news segment about the tragically short lifespans of humans before it all clicked together.

Satan, unlike the other brothers, has never experienced death before, so while it sounds silly, he never had reason to think of you dying.

Looks up humans who had long lifespans to see how he can implement those things into your lifestyle.

Books will be littered everywhere (although that’s not really unusual, but what is would be the topic of said books- The Long Lives of Humans, Human Lifestyle for Dummies 101, The Road to Human Immortality, etc. etc.)

This is when Satan learns just how easy it is for a human to kick the bucket.

Heart attacks, brain aneurysms, strokes, seizures, cancer, the list goes on and on and it’s starting to scare him. He didn’t know humans could just drop dead. 

He’s going to start researching curses to increase your lifespan, or at the very least he’s going to make sure you’re careful as hell. 

You won’t even get as much as a cut without him being aware of it; he’s going to hover around and mother hen the absolute shit out of you. 

Try not to get too annoyed with him though, it all stems from good intentions. 

Asmodeus:

He’ll be damned if his shopping partner for life is going to die on him.

Asmo isn’t stupid; if anything he’s pretty emotionally aware. He's known for a long time just how short the lifespan of humans is.

But still, it came in the form of a nightmare. One where he couldn’t save you, despite giving his best efforts. The way you died was tragic, long before your life should have ended. 

This sent Asmo somewhat into a frenzied state trying to find things to keep you alive once he woke up. 

Vitamins, vitamins, vitamins

Humans benefit from vitamins, right? Surely you’d benefit from Devildom vitamins then. If it’ll increase the lifespan of a demon, he sees no reason why it wouldn’t increase your lifespan. 

Of course, it really only gives you nicer nails and shinier hair. 

He’s 10x more intense with your morning and night routines. 

He will be unloading all his facial creams on you, and telling you the benefits of each one and how it might add a few years to your lifespan. 

You want to stay up late at night to finish homework? Maybe watch a movie? Yeah, no, not on Asmo’s watch. 

Your ass is going to bed every night at 10pm, right along with him. You do realize you’ll be getting exactly 8 hours of sleep each night, too, right? 

Beelzebub:

Regarding his trauma with Lilith, it came as no surprise when he started to fret over your well-being. 

Poor Beel saw an article that discussed how tragically easy it is for a human to die. The cherry on top? How they could die from simply overeating. 

Overeating isn’t a concept Beel is overly familiar with (because to him, it’s never overeating), and while he knew most people couldn’t keep up with his eating habits, he didn’t think it could actually cause harm to a human, let alone kill them. 

Grocery trips are now a more anxiety-inducing event. 

He’s suddenly paranoid that any of the Devildom food could and will kill you. Are you allergic to anything? How would you even know? 

What if one day he serves you his favorite boiled dragonhead and you just drop dead at the dinner table?? No, that will never do. 

There’s a list of Devildom foods that he knows for sure you can have without dying, but then comes the issue of portion control. How much is too much for a human? 

Beelzebub swore he would never lose another loved one again, and it’s a promise he intends to keep. From now on, you will only eat what he deems safe. 

You want to try a new food in the Devildom that you’ve never had before? You better get some seriously good convincing skills if you want him to cave in. For someone who only ever thinks with his stomach, he’s surprisingly stubborn. 

Belphegor:

He’s still plagued with nightmares about Lilith, especially since he still thinks it’s his fault. Tack that on to the way he blamed you and the rest of the human race for it? The man is walking trauma. 

 Like Asmodeus, this was brought on by nightmares about you dying. Different from Asmo’s, however, you usually died by his hand. Naturally, considering your tumultuous history. 

Belphegor, unlike his brothers, takes a different approach. He just doesn’t approach you at all. 

What better way to keep your lifespan long than by staying away from you altogether? 

Is it something that he wants? Of course not! But how can he trust himself to never hurt you again? To never kill you again. 

He can’t. 

So, he locks himself away in his room, sleeping most of the day or just avoiding the areas you normally like to lounge. 

On a normal day, almost everyone in the household, including yourself, would notice this behavior change. However, since you’re now being cornered by all the brothers and their concerns about your lifespan, it’s easy for Belphegor’s absence to slip your mind. 

This hurts Belphegor, but at the end of the day, he believes this is for the best.

Lucifer: 

Lucifer didn’t need a reminder of your short lifespan; if anything, it’s something he’s thought plenty about. 

Lucifer has trauma, we all know that much. After Lilith, he’s absolutely terrified of losing another loved one to something outside of his control.

And your lifespan is not something that’s out of his control. At least not how he sees it, anyway. 

If you thought he was overbearing or overprotective before, brace yourself. He’s going to step it up several notches. 

No excess of junk food, no more pulling all-nighters, no more sitting around the house gaming all day, and definitely no more overexerting your use of magic. He’s no fool, he knows the toll your magic could eventually take on your body. 

Honestly? He wasn’t this bad until his brothers started to panic about your mortality, and though Lucifer told himself he was above such nonsense, he quickly found himself taking all the precautions they were taking (and then some). 

Fortunately, if you find yourself becoming overwhelmed, they’ll be more than willing to listen to you (granted you take some of their concerns into account).

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With permission to post, this was for my girlfriend for her birthday! A sexy Mammon. Enjoy!

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tight schedule

nsfw || something something Barbatos brainrot

The pitch black void of Barbatos' time crevasse was a little disorienting but nothing could pull your focus away from the way your boyfriend was pounding you. 

His tail was coiled around your waist tightly to keep you as close as possible, hands gripping at both your chest and your throat. The sounds he made- growls and near whines- were completely unlike his typical composed demeanor, but he just couldn’t help it— 

Barbatos stared down at his phone for a couple of seconds, heart practically beating out of his chest. 

‘Need you. Please.’ sent 1:03pm 

You never asked for hardly anything when you knew he was on duty. The heat between your legs must’ve been torture if you were begging for him now. 

He had to serve the young master’s tea in seven minutes…but not if time..stopped. 

“I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting you, sweetheart.” Barbatos breathed raggedly, thrusting into you sharply. He shuddered at how tight you felt, probably from how pent up you’d been because of his piled on duties. 

“‘S o-okay..just needed you—“ You gasp, always so sweet and understanding for him. 

But he didn’t want you to be understanding right now, he wanted you to selfishly snatch up the pleasure he was giving you, to scream out his name and feel what you’ve been craving for who knows how long. 

“Take it then— take whatever you need. No one will find us here, they’ll never even know we left. Right now’s about you, sweetheart- just tell me what you want me to do. Please, tell me what you need.”