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flamehairedwritings · 4 years

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Hi! Would you be able to do a headcanon for Hopper asking you out on a date and the actual date? Thanks so much 💕

Apologies again for how late this is!!

Asking You Out

listen,,,,

Jim Hopper is a man who knows what he wants. He flat out says it most of the time.

When it comes to asking women out in Hawkins, because of his reputation, they know what to expect; you’re gunna fuck at the end of the night and it’s gunna be one of the best nights of your life.

But there’s a difference when it comes to Jim Hopper asking a woman out to get a drink, and him asking her out to get dinner.

drink = fuck

dinner = relationship

He knows you. Everyone in Hawkins knows everyone, to some degree. There’s only a handful of bars in the town so he’s always seeing you, and many a night he’s contemplated asking you out for a drink or seizing the night and buying you a drink now.

Tonight, he’s going to. He’s very much going to. In fact, he does. He goes up to where you are sat alone while your friend has gone to the bathroom, and clears his throat.

You turn your head, meet his gaze, and then he sees it.

The minute face you pull.

He ignores it, hey, no one really likes the Chief of Police coming up to talk to them even if he’s off duty.

You introduce yourselves, you being very polite, and engage in some small talk. He thinks he’s doing damn good, being very charming and suave, asking about your day, holding your gaze, trying to not too obviously undress you, and then… and then you pause, and sigh.

Giving a very polite smile, you say, ‘Look, Hopper, I think I’ll save you some time and just say that I’m not going to sleep with you. You’re nice, but, sorry, I think you’d have better luck elsewhere.’

He stares at you, stunned, quite frankly.

‘Right, okay…’

He really felt the gravity of it, then, his reputation. That women were just expecting him to ask them out for a fuck drink whenever he approaches, and that was the kind of man he’s seen as.

Well, he’d show ‘em.

‘… I was actually comin’ over to ask you out for dinner.’

It’s your turn to stare now, your lips parting.

Dinner. Dinner? Was that code for something now? You can’t remember the last time you’d heard that Jim Hopper had asked a woman out for dinner, and you know you’d remember it because it’s so damn rare.

You close your mouth, pause, then accept with a smile, because you just had to see how this was going to go, and figure out once and for all what kind of a man Jim Hopper is.

He nods, asks if tomorrow night is okay, which it is, and he says he’ll see you at Enzo’s at 7:30.

You say your goodbyes, and then he’s walking away, still stunned, and you stare at your drink as your friend returns.

‘Uh… What did I just miss?’

‘… I’m not quite sure.’

The Date

What the fuck is he doing.

He’s not interested in a relationship right now, he doesn’t want to burden anyone with what his life brings.

Which includes him.

Throughout the day leading up to it, he’s… nervous. Agitated. A touch more irritable than usual.

How does he even want this to go??

You won’t sleep with him, he’s made that clear, so… What? He’s just gonna have a meal with someone and get to know them?

Oh.

Like an actual date.

He’s there early, which is a miracle for him, but that’s mainly down to Flo finding out about it, as she always seems to do, and practically marching him out of the door to go home the moment his shift ends.

He figured he did want to impress you and show you he’s not an asshole, so he dressed nice, clean shirt and jacket, clean trousers, showered, washed and dried his hair, combed it and his beard.

Flo had made a reservation earlier in the day so he couldn’t back out with any kind of excuse and he sits at the table at 7:16, straightening his jacket and folding his long legs.

He orders a glass of wine for himself and water for the table, figuring you won’t mind if he gets started with just a drink, at least.

You arrive at 7:27 and he pauses as he watches you enter, his eyes managing to trail your body before snapping up to meet your gaze before you catch him.

You look fucking hot.

He rises from his seat as you near, smiling warmly and he pauses, slightly awkwardly, not knowing how you’ll want to greet him.

You kiss his cheek, which surprises him, and he just has a chance to lightly touch his hand on your back before you’re already drawing back and taking your seat, prompting him to take his.

Now he’s very fucking nervous, ‘cause you look even more beautiful than you did last night.

The waiter returns and you order a drink as he continues to look at you.

What the fuck are you gonna talk about? He’s not a great conversationalist, unless he knows what he’s working towards, oh, fuck you’re looking at him again.

Turns out, though, you are a great conversationalist.

Within minutes, he’s relaxing, laughing, even, with you as you tell him about your job, about your life, your hobbies, interests.

And he’s enraptured. He actually cares. He’s interested.

He even tells you about some parts of his life, making sure to keep it light, though, and he can’t believe you’re actually listening properly, seemingly hanging on his every word.

He’s almost annoyed when the meal finishes, even after you both have dessert and a third drink.

He insist on paying, and does, and as you walk out onto the street, you turn to him with a smile.

‘Well, I really enjoyed that.’

‘Me, too.’

And he fucking did. Every moment of it.

‘So… What happens next?’

He looks at your smile widening, our expectant expression, and…

You took a chance on him… and he’s not gonna let you regret it.

‘… You free tomorrow night?’

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sintheyokai · 5 years

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Layton Brothers: Devil’s Child (8): Chapter 7: Son of the Devil Himself

Word Count: 3787

She was cold.

She didn't know why, she just... was.

Her head ached and throbbed, in fact, her whole body felt feeble and tiny; it was pitch black and she couldn't see a thing. Where was she? And on that matter...

Who was she again?

Right. Destiny.

Destiny Knox.

She remembered now. Faintly but she remembered. She had been attacked from behind, she'd been put into... something... A box? Or had it been a car? She remembered it had been nighttime, no one had been on the street, and no one came when she had started an uproar screaming.

Now where had she been taken?

Destiny soon realized she had been blindfolded and ripped the thick, black cloth from her eyes.

Upon removing the blindfold, she knew her kidnapper and where she was.

The cell walls around her were plenty enough explanation. Immediately, her heart began to quicken.

The tall man...

No. There was no way she'd been taken back by him... Was there? The more she looked around, however, the more it seemed so.

She stood up and approached the vent on the far wall, beginning to softly sing into it.

*to the tune of Twinkle Little Star (in B key, alternately known as Spooky Twinkles)*

Miss Death will I see the Sun?

Destiny waited, hearing her echo for a few moments before hearing a response:

No no see your time has come.

To make sure the woman on the other side wasn't an imposter, she continued

But might I see my dear friends?

Or my family again?

The voice responded:

No no see your time has come

As the devil snuffs your light

Reassured, Destiny called out, "Who else is here?"

Silence. Suddenly, a small voice spoke.

"Destiny?" it called out, "Is tha' you?"

Destiny felt relief as she recognized the voice. She responded.

"Yes, Luna, it's me. Did the tall man-"

"Aye. 'e did." The answer came with such restrained fury, that if hatred were a liquid, it would have flooded from Luna's lips.

There was a silence before Luna continued, "'e got Sissy Lou after 'e found us 'idin'. Whatever you do, do not, again: DO. NOT... Trust a man by the name of Blaine Dartwright." Her voice ceased to a barely audible whisper, so soft that Destiny only caught the last two words.

"Fallen Angel..."

Destiny's heart clenched. The Fallen Angels of the dungeons were traitors who had been tricked by the offer of freedom. They believed they'd be free if they caught enough escapees and runaways, the damned fools.

Destiny's heart continued to ache as she kept talking to her old friend. Luna spoke of how they had escaped, how they reunited with their mother...

Then she mentioned a name that sounded familiar.

"We've only worked wiv Mr. Alfendi once an' a 'alf, but we really like 'im! Even Lucas is warmin' up!" Luna chirped, happily continuing to chat away.

"Alfendi?" Destiny cut Luna off, "Last name, Layton?"

There was a still silence, cold and empty.

"H-How d'ya know 'im?" Luna's voice dripped with fear, "Wh- Who've I been talkin' to?"

"Still Destiny." the woman responded assuringly, "I just know him from a case I was a suspect in."

Another bit of silence.

"Which one?" she asked in a suspicious and accusing tone. She didn't want to sound rude, but for all she knew, this person calling themselves Destiny was just another Fallen Angel.

"The Roscoe Strapping case with Gloria Blaise" Destiny answered without missing a beat. Luna sighed, relieved she hadn't been fooled.

"'ow are things on your side?" Luna asked, "I'll try an' get out, but is there any way you can-"

"Shh!" Destiny quickly hushed the Baker.

A pause.

Clip clop, clip clop

Heavy footsteps, approaching fast in Destiny's direction. She whispered into the hole.

"He's coming! Keep quiet!"

And soon enough, he turned the corner.

"Every time..." he growled, the gold and white mask he wore echoing his every last word, "Every time I banish you, you simply come back again, why?"

Destiny did not answer, for she knew punishment would only be worse if she spoke out of turn. The man scoffed from behind his mask.

"I see you've at least learned to behave in the presence of God's Chosen One. Come."

He opened Destiny's cell door and stepped aside, a test to see if she would attempt escape.

Now Destiny was presented an option: to try and run, or comply with who would inevitably become her murderer.

Deciding she didn't want to die slowly, she played her Obedient Little Girl card, quietly walking out of her cell.

"Good choice. Follow." the man said, his heeled footsteps echoing down the hall as she obeyed.

After minutes of navigating the stone corridors, they arrived at a wooden door. The man removed his mask, at which Destiny quickly turned her gaze away from him.

"It's good to know you remember the punishment for looking upon the face of God's Prophet. Wait here," he said, shoving the mask into a small box next to the door, "If I find you gone upon coming back, the consequences will be severe."

With that, he opened the door and entered the room. Destiny, curious, put her ear to the door.

"Mr. Dartwright!" she heard, "I'm glad to see you brought my daughter; what method did you use?"

A velvety voice answered.

"Chloroform, Mr. Baker. I hope you don't mind; I just didn't think she'd cooperate, so I used a more forceful tactic."

"I appreciate it, Mr. Dartwright, although I do think it's best you step out while I bring the therapist in."

"Reasonable. For privacy, I assume?"

"Quite so."

So she was to play the role of a therapist. How ironic, considering her adopted, abusive mother had been one.

Or, at least, one of her adoptive, abusive mothers.

The door opened, both the Devil and the man called Dartwright stepping out. Destiny studied the Fallen Angel. He was tall, but not so much as to be eye level with the Devil. His blonde hair flared in the back, almost giving him a sense of charm. His white rimmed glasses and clean beige suit gave off the same sophisticated vibe as the Devil, albeit not as high strung.

"Ah, you must be the therapist; Mrs...?"

Destiny could feel the smoldering glare of the tall man on her. She only thought of one name.

"Knox. Fate Knox." She responded.

The Fallen Angel nodded. "Fate..." he repeated, "You look very familiar, have we met?"

"No, I don't think so. You must be thinking of my twin, Destiny. The one from the Gloria Blaise case that made it to Scotland Yard?"

Blaine made a face of acknowledgment before turning his attention to "Mr. Baker" as Destiny had heard.

"Mr. Baker, shall we take our leave?" he asked.

Lucius shook his head,"You may, but seeing as I am a part of the therapy, I must stay behind. I can, however, take you to a b- a waiting area, if you would like."

Blaine nodded, sounding approval as he proceeded to wait. Lucius turned to Destiny, who, in pure fear, forced herself to look up at him.

His bright green eyes pierced her very soul, flashing with such pent up rage that it took every ounce of her will to not go into animalistic cowardice.

"Mrs. Knox, I think it's best that you wait inside." he practically growled that last part.

Without another word, Destiny entered the room. There, unconscious on the couch, was Lucille. Her ginger hair had been tussled and her peach cap was over her eyes. Her mouth was parted slightly; her green jacket was scuffed and ripped in some places, showing signs of struggle.

Destiny scurried over to her, grasping the poor girl's shoulders and shaking her.

"Lucille! Wake up!" she shouted in a hushed tone; she'd be dead for sure if Mr. Baker heard her.

Disrupted, Lucille stirred awake, eyes landing on Destiny.

"D-Destiny?" she stammered, "Is-Is it really you?"

Destiny nodded, "And I've been told I'm your 'therapist'" she scoffed.

"Wo-Wot are we gunna do?"

"Wait. We'll wait as always. It's worked before, it'll work this time, I promise.

As Destiny said that, the door opened to reveal him, the Devil, mask and all. She sat down out of instinct.

It was still and silent, the room sounding devoid of all life. Lucius strolled to his desk, every muffled click of his heel striking rising panic. Opening a drawer, he pulled out a long coil.

A whip.

He unraveled the long, black cord at a slow, agonizing pace. Both Lucille and Destiny knew what he was doing.

He was stalling time. Trying to draw out the fear and make them beg for him to just get it over with.

He was trying to show them that they had no choice but the one he presented: A brutal beating.

After the length of the cord that spelled anguish had been strung out, he began slowly approaching them.

Clip... Clop... Clip... Clop...

He stood in front of them, whip in hand.

And slowly, he lifted it above his head.

***

Time-???

It hurt. It hurt a lot. Why did it hurt so much?

His head was throbbing, and his vision was nothing but black.

Where... was he?

Alfendi struggled, but he was tied down to a mental patient's bed. He heard Potty in his head.

Placid what happened? Everything's blurry...

Gassed. Some man tortured us last I remember.

Damn... Lucy! Where's Lucy!?

I've no clue, she wasn't in the room we were in. Can you bust us out?

Only if you relax.

Alright.

He relaxed, closing his eyes as Potty took over. The second he had the wheel, Potty tugged at the straps with such great strength, that they slowly began to rip from the mental bed.

Arms loose, he pulled them out and untied his torso and arm straps. As he removed his blindfold, he told Placid.

And look who said our little fist fights with Fauna were useless~

Shut it.

He unstrapped his legs, then stepped off the table. At that moment, the door opened behind him.

"M-Mr. Alfendi! You're awake!"

Alfendi turned to see Lucas, trembling.

"Lucas?" he exclaimed, "What are you doing here?"

Lucas said nothing, simply grabbing him by the arm and tugging. Alfendi, albeit trusting the boy, stopped him. When Lucas gave him an odd look, Alfendi pointed to the still and quiet body of Lucifer. Quickly unstrapping him, Alfendi picked him up.

Lucifer was surprisingly light for a 25 year old man.

Lucas grabbed Alfendi by the shoulder and tugged once more. This time, Alfendi followed.

As they crept through the stone halls, Alfendi took notice of the boy's behavior. Constant head turning, walking quickly, rapid breathing...

He was paranoid, but of what?

He then heard a whisper, which he finally registered as Lucas trying to talk to him.

"Did ya see 'im?" he asked.

"Who?" Alfendi questioned in an equally soft whisper, "The masked man?"

Lucas flinched.

Correct.

"We go'a 'urry, we're almost ther-"

There was a loud scream. A male one, much to Alfendi's horror. Because if all the male Bakers and himself were there...

Then that meant Blaine was getting tortured.

Alfendi practically shoved Lucifer into Lucas's arms before taking off in the direction he'd heard the scream. He stopped at a large wooden door, edged in iron, on which someone was pounding the other side.

With one swift roundhouse, Alfendi kicked the door clean off it's hinges, accidentally whacking Blaine in the face.

The room was edged in fire, and any oxygen in the small room seemed to quickly be replaced by smoke. In the middle of it all, on the floor from being hit with the door, was Blaine.

Blaine only dawned a white tank top and his boxers, the rest of his clothes discarded on the stone floor. Door opened and him free, Blaine grabbed his clothes and stepped out of the room.

"Lay...Layton?" he panted, "Wha-" he let out a devilish cough, the smoke having taking it's effect on the poor inspector.

"What are you doing here?"

"I came with you, do you not remember?" Alfendi raised his eyebrow.

"But... he said-!" Blaine's eyes went wide in realization.

They went wider after Lucas slowly asked, menace laced within the question:

"Where... is... Lucy?"

Blaine looked at him, eyes filled with unspeakable pain.

"I-I'm so sorry...!" he said. At this, Alfendi tensed, both Potty and Placid. He grabbed Blaine's shoulder with the grip of a python.

"What did you do?" it came out as an odd growl, like both personalities asking at once.

Blaine stammered out, "I- I didn't know! I thought he was being honest! Then... he trapped me in that room when the fire started...! God, Layton, end me!"

"Who's 'he'?" Alfendi questioned, fearing the worst, "The masked man?"

"What? No, Lucius Baker; what masked man?"

Alfendi felt his blood run cold as he pieced it all together. He didn't get to say it however, as Lucifer suddenly began to stir awake. Lucas, startled, nearly dropped his elder brother.

Lucifer quickly escaped his brother's arms, landing with a silent thud on the stone floor. Standing up, he scanned the area, acknowledging Alfendi and the others. He turned to Lucas.

"Where are th' girls?" he questioned rather urgently. Lucas, in response, pointed to Blaine.

"Dartwright's a Fallen Angel, Lucifer. To Lucille at least."

Lucifer snapped his head towards Blaine, eyes filled with unfathomable rage. He grabbed the inspector by the collar and rammed him into the wall.

"You inconsiderate, shit-stained BASTARD!" he roared, "After ALL we said, you STILL TRUSTED 'IM!?"

He let go, Blaine collapsing onto the floor before Lucifer swiftly kicked him straight in the jaw, knocking him unconscious. He turned to Alfendi.

"Go on. Arrest me if ya must for assaultin' a bobby. I've done wot's right."

"Oh, don't you worry about it one bit, Lucifer," Potty waved his hand casually, "Smartass Shitwright had it coming anyway."

Lucifer flashed a grin before turning to his little brother.

"We 'eadin' t' Limbo now, I'm assumin'?" he asked.

Lucas nodded, "Aye, but we really 'afta 'urry now." he pointed to the unconscious mass that was Blaine, "An' I know you don't wanna, Lucifer, but we should take 'im too. Th' Devil's been torturin' 'im."

Lucifer's face twisted into an annoyed grimace, lips pressed into a solid, thin line. He nodded, picking up the inspector before roughly tossing him over his shoulder.

The camaraderie continued their journey, navigating the seemingly endless corridors. After what seemed like hours upon hours of staring at the blood stained stone, they came to an empty corner.

"We found out pre'y early that this Place were full of secrets an' th' loike (like) that Daddy knew nowt about." Lucifer told Alfendi, glancing at Lucas, "Care t'do th' 'onors, lil brother?"

Lucas, grinning, turned to the stone wall. He scanned it before lifting a slender digit and putting his long, sharp nail into a large crack. There was a rumble, and a small portion of the wall caved inward like a door to reveal a flight of stairs.

Awestruck, Alfendi stood at the entrance, mouth agape as Lucifer trudged down the stairs, carefully as to not drop Blaine's unconscious body. Lucas followed Lucifer, and, snapping out of his stupor, Alfendi followed him.

They had only gotten a few steps down when Alfendi's feet betrayed him.

"Ohfuck!" Potty quickly yelped, as he slipped from a narrow step and began tumbling down the rest of the stairs; he knocked Lucas and Lucifer off their feet, and soon they were tumbling after the inspector along with Blaine's body. None of them could stop; the stairs were too narrow and uneven.

They eventually piled up at the bottom of the stairwell, bruises beginning to form.

That's definitely going to leave a mark tomorrow... Potty painfully groaned in his head.

For once, I couldn't agree more. Placid responded in an equally pained groan.

"Are you all alright?!" Alfendi looked up to see Luna, eyes wide and concerned, and Loosha, stifling laughter on a stool.

"Aye, just fockin' peachy Luna! Loike can't ya see that? Thought it were fockin' obvious!" Lucifer groaned sarcastically, "An' Loosha, if ya dare turn into a gigglepot, I'll grab ya by yah elephant lugs an' chuck ya straight across th' room!"

This threat only fuelled Loosha's immense urge to laugh; she soon could no longer hold it and burst into a fit of giggles as the men stood up. Alfendi looked around.

The room they had crashed into was small, albeit large enough to host a large family, probably 6 to 8 people. A single lantern hung in the center of the ceiling, and there was a desk at the far west end, papers upon papers scattered about its surface. At the back, a dartboard with a picture of Lucius at its center and several knives stuck in various spots. Five stools sat in the middle, forming a circle around a miniature table that was much like one a child would play with. And on the table, torn and dirty, were five stuffed toys.

Alfendi walked over to the table and picked one up.

It was a doll, a girl, dawning a red dress and white apron with a little heart in the corner. Her blonde hair was in braids, her eyes and lips piercing shades of green and red, and her face plastered with a sweet smile.

"That's Elise. The doll Mummy made me." Loosha sighed, "Pretty, in' she?"

Alfendi nodded, "Your mother certainly has excellent craftsmanship..." He put Elise down and picked the two bears off the table.

One was a deep, chocolate brown, its tail missing, with stab marks scattered about its soft, fabric fur, and it's large button eyes were a bright, candy red. The other bear was white, littered with beautiful blue patches, a royal purple stomach, and was missing its right leg. Instead of red eyes, it had mismatched eyes, one a bright, key lime pie shade while the other was a sweet blush pink.

"Th' brown one's Cocoa, an' she's Luna's, while th' other is Mochi, who's owned by Lucas." Loosha said, the aforementioned individuals gathering around the table. Alfendi then picked up the cat in the group.

It was red, much like Potty's hair, with deep blue button eyes and a bright green stomach. Unfortunately, the poor thing's left leg was missing, ripped off from what looked like rage.

"Tha's mine, Eve." Lucifer said, "Daddy ripped 'er leg off when I tried defyin' 'im..."

Alfendi only made a noise of pitiful sympathy in response as he picked up the last stuffed toy: another bear.

This one was a brighter red than Eve, though had a raw pink undertone, cherry red buttons for eyes and a ripped off ear.

"An' that's-" Luna managed to say before Alfendi interrupted her.

"Strawberry," he said, gently holding his assistant's precious toy. He noticed a little brown clump in the stuffing of the torn ear. He smiled, "And I believe I see a little Guardian spider hiding in her ear."

The clump twitched, slowly crawling out and onto the bear's head. It waved its front legs eagerly as if saying hello.

"Can you find Lucille?" Alfendi asked the arachnid, "And Lucius, for that matter?"

It waved its hairy little legs in understanding before scurrying off his and into the cracks in the wall. Alfendi turned to the Bakers.

"We need a plan to get Lucy back," Alfendi statedcu firmly, "I know you lot are scared to go against your father, but we're going to have to, like it or not. Pray I still have..." he reached for his waist.

The gun he had brought along was no longer there.

"Damn..." Potty cursed, "Stolen."

"I-if ya can't find 'em, Mr. Alfendi, maybe this'll 'elp?" Lucifer reached behind his back and underneath his shirt. Before Alfendi could even see what he had grabbed, Luna squeaked and fiercely grabbed her brother's arm, violently shaking her head no.

"We 'ave to 'elp Mr. Alfendi, Luna. No ma'er wot." Lucifer's voice was soft, but firm, higher than usual, but somehow dark and beastly.

He finally pulled a large knife from behind him, Alfendi's eyes growing wide at the size. The knife was no longer than the length of Lucifer's hand and half his forearm combined, and the blade was about the width of a machete.

"Dad doesn't usually carry guns, unless 'e's usin' 'em for torture," Lucifer said, twirling the knife whilst gazing at it, "So a knife is fair game." he grabbed the blade and held it out to Alfendi.

Alfendi had a dilemma now. Usually, Placid would be declining such an offer, and Potty all for it.

But the minute Lucifer offered the knife, the roles seemed reversed. Placid felt the urge to brandish the weapon, while Potty wanted nothing to do with it.

We shouldn't, Potty fretted, Besides, I haven't swung a knife since the wolf incident!

Which was before I existed, Placid retorted, Thus, I don't think you have much a right to make this choice for me. I may believe in less physical methods of breaking people, but a man like Lucius? Well, he certainly seems like an exception.

With that, Placid took the knife, turning it around between slender digits. It gleamed in the light of the fire lit lantern, the golden reflection lighting up his face in an eerie fashion.

"It's se'led then, innit?" Lucifer said, "We're goin', so let's raise up the chant." He handed Alfendi a slip of paper, "It's a bit creepy, but in case ya wanna join, 'ere."

Alfendi looked at the paper whilst the Bakers each sat down and grabbed their own stuffed doll, Strawberry in the middle of the table. Slowly, they began to chant, Alfendi joining.

Down here for years we've been Longer than any soul that toils in sin The Devil Himself 'round every corner Puts us on edge every second, minute, hour We've longed for the day that we'll be freed Daybreak after daybreak Nightfall after nightfall Tedious minute after tedious minute Yet no matter how long we've waited We've never seen the sun Not since the Devil got us in his hands The time to riot's now We won't suffocate below Come now demons Come now angels We'll go on down Down, down, down... Down to Hell we'll go Down, down, down... Clock strikes the midnight hour It's the time for devil's dance Now up we go Up we go... Clip clop, tick tock

It's time to pay the Devil himself a visit...

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