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earned his moniker without hesitation. ❝ Most of the stuff I own is monster parts and trophies, ❞ he continued. ❝ But, I could wear one of those shirts you've got until it smells like me. Hell, we can probably cycle them out so you always got one. ❞

put it in a case when he was out on mission so that it did not accidentally get damaged. He didn't even really mind of others poked fun at him as it was par for the course at this point. But, if he heard Nova's name in a mocking mouth, he'd show them exactly how and why he'd

❝ If you're feelin' generous, ❞ Bask growled in agreement. He was never much for jewelry, but Nova's scent had always brought him some measure of comfort so the necklace seemed like a good idea. A bracelet was a bit more though. He'd cherish it of course, but he would probably

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ㅤㅤㅤ꧁༺༒༻ 𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑 ༺༒༻꧂ ㅤㅤㅤ𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ⠀⠀ ㅤ ㅤ♡ + ↺ ㅤ𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒏𝒐 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝖜𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝖘𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖉 ㅤㅤㅤ꧁༺༒༻ 𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑 ༺༒༻꧂

⠀ ⠀ ✧⋆ ╼╾┅🌙┅╼╾ ⋆✧ ⠀⠀⠀ 𝓑𝓮𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓝𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ⠀⠀ ㅤ ㅤ♡ + ↺ ⠀⠀⠀ 𝓓𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓑𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝔂. ⠀ ✧⋆ ╼╾┅🌙┅╼╾ ⋆✧

the Pit, and it might disrupt those relationships if he went about announcing that he and Nova were an item.

was part of the upper echelon of Hell or anything, but he spent most of his time among lesser demons. And they were, frankly, terrified of the "Omen of Death". Although. . .it did briefly cross his mind how they might react to Nova being his woman now. She had a few friends in

❝ Don't wear shirts too often, ❞ Bask replied. ❝ I was thinkin' like a ribbon or something. Or maybe a lock of hair in a necklace. Sounds kinda sappy now that I think about it, but I don't think anyone in Hell has the stones to question me about it. ❞ Not that Baskerville

together. If we live, we do that together too. But I choose the potential of a life with you over my trauma, Amaymon. If you'll put up with a grumpy old dog for the rest of your life, that is. ❞

sound was sharp, final, like the severing of a chain. It was time to do what 𝘩𝘦 wanted. And what he wanted was their fucking heads on pikes. ❝ Let's go kill some bastards, ❞ he said to Amaymon, the resolve present in the enraged shape of his eyes. ❝ If we die, we die

him, hadn't made him feel lesser than even though she was above him in Hell's hierarchy. She'd been tender with him. Joked with him. Cared for him. If he had to choose between the two, he'd pick May. Every time. Baskerville snarled, summoning his broadsword to his hand. The

free. And so, whenever he thought about striking back against his oppressors, it felt somehow wrong. But he had May now. Maybe it was exchanging one drug for another, replacing trauma with love, but was that a bad thing? Amaymon hadn't taken advantage of him, hadn't beaten

to for many years. He was strong, stronger than most people, even his handlers, knew. He could have toppled them long ago and taken control of his own life. But trauma was a drug. They'd poisoned his will for freedom before he was old enough to understand what it meant to be

it not for them, cruel as they might be, I would have died as pup, starved and broken. ❞ A ragged breath escaped Baskerville. Even if everything he'd said was true to some degree, the fact of the matter was that he no longer had to live on their leash. Perhaps he hadn't had

it? Yet, I cannot bring myself to tell you what to do if I don't come back. How can I? As for my handlers. . .I have never wanted to serve them. I was born into their hands, and they forced me into being their tool, but what purpose would I have had without them until now? Were

his grasp. All he had to do was ask. Yet, he did not. ❝ I. . . ❞ Bask cleared his throat of the words he could not speak. ❝ I don't want to die. I want to tell you that I will always come back, that nothing can kill a creature like me, but that would be a lie, wouldn't

abused. He could take May and go somewhere else, somewhere deep in the mountains with lush forests and clear rivers where they could be together and raise a family. Were it not for Amaymon, he would not have even considered such a thing possible for himself, yet it was within

lonely hermit because of his death? All of those ideas put a bitter taste on his tongue. Yes. It was true that May could create a world for him where he did not need to answer to those who thought themselves his masters. He would no longer need to be hurt or beaten or

come back? What would Amaymon do if he had been sent on some mission and died as a result? Certainly, she would tear down the Hells in her rage, but what would come after that? Would she take another lover? Would she have another's brood? Or would she seclude herself, becoming a