"I'll Let You Turn Me If It Means I Could Be Yours.."

"I'll let you turn me if it means I could be yours.."

(Tsuko @ Alucard)

"The issue is that you have a kid, which implies you've had sex. Because of that you only fit half the criteria necessary for me turning you into one. The half being the opposite gender of me." He crosses his arms, "You have to be a virgin in order to be turned."

You need to stop going on walks, smh~

"And who's gonna stop me from taking said walks? I'm the only Michael McDoesntexist."

"I just wanted to thank you for helping me earlier. "

"You're welcome."

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"There's a few reasons why actually." He said, his smile not leaving his face. "First, just before I met him I was killed by a man I respected, a man who decided the best way to kill me was to become the Monster of God, via stabbing his own heart with one of the nails that was nailed through Jesus Christ himself to pin him to the cross. Second, I've murdered countless people, those who deserved it those who didn't, all because I could. Third, I broke, tortured, and twisted the souls of the people I've consumed into mindless beasts that I could use on a whim. The final and most damning is that I accepted the devil's deal. So how dare he. How dare he forgive a monster such as I?"

He looks up towards the Angel, his expression, initially a frown, soon spreads into a wide grin. A grin full of large, sharp teeth as he begins to laugh softly. It then quickly grows with each word she speaks before loudly cackling at her final proclamation.

"Yes! Yes! How amusing of you to say little Angel! You who claim to be the judgement of God when he has already judged me worthy of his forgiveness thirty years ago. A forgiveness that I will continue to refuse for I know I'm not worthy of it."

"Here's a better idea sweetheart, how about you run back to daddy dearest and we both forget about this intrusion. Because I am sick and tired of people breaking into my basement, of breaking into my Master's home. And I swear, not to god or Satan, that if you don't leave right fucking now, Daddy will have a closed casket funeral."

He pulls out his guns, "So go on. Do it. Make my fucking day."

"I love your hat, may I try it on?"

"Nnnnnnnope."