Guess who’s back from the dead —
Alright so I wasn’t really dead and I’m pretty sure none of you know who the hell I am, but let’s just pretend you do and that you’re happy to see me so we can skip all the formalities and awkwardness, mkay? I was going to make a witty advertisement that consisted of me giving you a striptease and promises of a lap dance for followers that actually talked to me, but..too much work, y’know?
I can’t promise you loads of chocolate or sex or anything, but if you want a friend, need a friend, then I can be that person.
…….I sound like I’m asking for your love…Oh shit, I kinda am. I’m just gonna stop…
OH! I should also announce that I’m the new owner of a cafe, and I’ll be needing some people to help me out soon. Be on the lookout for that too please c:
Love,
Lu Han
aka The best thing you will ever meet
“Well, hey there,” He gives his famous smile and waves slightly, thinking that bowing would be a little too formal for this type of thing. “I’m Jongdae, I run a novelty antique shop in Songpa, maybe you’ve seen it; you know, the creepy looking shop that everyone thinks is an attraction for Lotte World? Yeah…that gets to be a bit annoying but I promise, if you’re looking for a specific item I’m pretty sure that I have it, or if you’re just browsing for something cool then I’m always here to assist. So make sure to stop by and — Oh…and if someone sent you for Chen…” He chuckled softly and nodded. “Then come back at night. He doesn’t take clients during the day unless it’s an emergency. Can you make sure to get the word out to others? I’m in need of customers.”
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Mirrored Literacy - Supernatural Hunter AU - Plot Friendly - About
“I- is anyone around?”
……………………
I need to stop coming around oh my god –
Tʜᴇ Rᴇᴛᴜʀɴ
"You really want to give this one more shot?"It wasn’t as if he didn’t like restarting. In fact, there was something invigorating about reinventing himself even if his new story had a short ending. The thought of coming back fresh among strangers was, well, inviting. Clean air mixed in with the faint smell of cigarette smoke encased him as he looked upon the outside of his shop, newly restored to be more inviting than the old repair shop that people were afraid to venture to. Whoever told him that having prosthetic limbs and glass eyes on display was a good idea probably needed to be slapped in the face, or at least told to direct themselves to a good interior design class.
he small smile he had in the morning returned in the evening as he saw the faint glow of the lamp that lit the small store, showing his workbench covered in small and cute little toys.
"Haven't you died enough already?"The thought came out of nowhere, and the smile faded as quick as it appeared. Died? I guess I have died enough, once by the hand of others, then by my own…. No. No, it was just me. I have no one to blame but myself. It was with this thought he nodded to himself.
“The only way to get any sort of normality is to greet others. I spent too long hiding from the real world in one that I helped to create, but in the end wasn’t for me. I’ve got to —"
"Why the hell am I talking to myself….? I should probably get to work! Shop’s open again, I don’t have time —”
And with this resolution, he placed a sign on the door —
Jɪᴍɪɴʏ Cʀɪᴄᴋᴇᴛ’s ɪs Nᴏᴡ Oᴘᴇɴ ғᴏʀ Bᴜsɪɴᴇss (Aɢᴀɪɴ)
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BECAUSE PEOPLE CHANGE SHIT WITHOUT ME KNOWING.
‘ What a skeletal wreck of a man this is.
Translucent flesh and feeble bones, the kind of temple where the whores and villains try to tempt the holistic domes. We all have a little sin that needs venting, virtues for the rending. Do you serve a purpose, or purposely serve? No one can be sure. It’s just you, and there was never anyone to begin with, now was there? Remember, you’re a wreck, an accident. Forget the freak, you’re just nature. Because in the end, everything we do, is just everything we’ve done. ’
The Devil is real. Satan, Lucifer, Morning Star, he goes by many names. But he walks among humans with a face that no one will bother taking a second look at. Demons are realities form of monsters, nightmares, the definition of fear. The sadistic, ruthless entity roams Earth for his own personal gain, in search for souls, to kill, to slaughter humans. Why? Because he loves it.
Cross him if you dare, it will be an experience you will never forget— if you’re left alive to remember it. If you knock on the Devils door long enough, he will be there to answer you. Go ahead and tempt fate, test it, dare it, fate will be the death of you.
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