Stalkers.

I never thought I'd have one, but I have a stalker.
How this is possible, I have no frickin idea.

I replied to an email, and she wont leave me alone.
I like this girl though. She's giving me pretty damn good ideas for new torture chambers we can add to the list for renovations.

But she DID want me to go shoe shopping with her.
I will not go shoe shopping.
No matter how much I want those demon-red dress shoes. ooo, those are nice.
...
forget I said anything. That never happened.
Understand me?

She's a bit obsessive, and rude. Like me. And I quote "you just got yourself into a shitload of trouble by responding to me."



I dont know what she thinks she's doing.
But I can't help but like her.

This gal's got sass.
She even offered to help me keep up-ground if I ever get out.
Although that would involve shoe shopping.

Hmmm...
I'll consider it.

I need some wine.
Sometimes the drunken stupor is worth the wine's poor quality down here.
I don't get why Lucifer wont bring any from up-ground down here for us to enjoy.
That snot rag.

Have a Terribly Horrible Day,
~Apollyon

Dear Felicity

Oh, dear felicity.
You thought you had me caught up and guarded didn't you? You thought you had me stuck down in Gehenna, working on the paperwork.
But you were wrong.

I've been sneaking "upstairs".
Japanese Earthquake and nuclear meltdown? Yeah, that was me.
And you thought you had me all figured out.

Oh, and I'm taking some souls up with me.
We like having the parties up there, dancing around in the fire and such.

So you suck it, bro.

Pardon my language, but

Suck it Apollyon. In making the post-number bet with me you made one very large, very grave mistake. You made the mistake of thinking that I care about my name.

I don't.

Many people seem to make a very large deal of having an embarrassing name. I do not. My mother may have always wanted a female child, and she may have given me a very feminine first name, but if anyone dares comment on it, I can easily put them in a room full of crying babies for all of eternity, fill their lungs with maggots, and stick them full of rusty steak knives that shove in deeper with every move they make.

So, without further ado, as per the conditions of our bet, dear brother, I announce my true first name to the world:

Felicity.

--Felicity Lucifer Abbadon

Amused by the Internets

I found this on the wonderful DBPB website.

Dear Satan,

When you're mad at someone, where do you tell them to go?

Sincerely, heaven?

So I shall answer the question:

No we do not send them to heaven.  That'd be helping our dear frenemy upstiars now wouldn't it?

No, we send them either to the eternal Its A Small, Small, World ride or to the Hellfire©. It depends on if we just hate them, or if we never want to see them again, ever.

So, question asker on silly websites, does that answer your question?


~Apollyon

P.S. Lucifer: guess what this means oh big brother? I've reached 20 posts. Mwahahahaha!

Suck it bro.

I feel compelled to say that I am winning.

Yes, me.

Apollyon Dracul Abaddon is winning.
For once in my effing life I am winning.
YES
Want to know why I am winning?
I have 19 posts to your wimpy 11.

I can see your face now: your Apollyon-is-so-stupid-why-does-he-waste-his-energy-on-something-so-pointless look.
Well, shut up bro.
I don't need that right now.
Dear Mother is coming over tomorrow.
I am dead.
If I have to spend one minute being chided about my goatee I am going to punch an even bigger hole into our kitchen wall.  And you know what that means: "Its a small world after all, its a small world after all, its a small world after all, its a small, small, world!" mwahahahahaha.  Said hole will never be fixed.
For I will send all of the carpenters you call down to the Hellfire©


Yes, that is a threat.
Keep. Her. Away. From. Me.
She loves you after all and I am just the derpy tag along who gets left in amusement parks.
So, if you want to keep what's left of your sanity, keep dear mother away from me.

I'll say hi, and that's it.

heh.

I bet you all were so sad that there were no new posts from the devil brothers, eh?
Well, too bad.
the devils' got his own schedule to deal with, let alone managing this blog.
Its a whole lot more effing difficult than I'd expected.
Boo.

Anywho.
What to say, what to say.

Oh, right.
Well, Lucifer finally managed to patch the whole in the wall between our kitchen and the "Its a Small World" level.

~Apollyon
So no more soundtracks for our meals.
I was sort of beginning to enjoy it.  Actually, I was enjoying the look on Lucifer's face every time he walked into the kitchen.  The complete loss of sanity in his eyes.
Mwahahahaha.
In case you cant tell, my brother and I don't really get along.
Oh, and dear mumzy is coming to visit next week.

Shoot me now.
Oh wait, that wont help.
I'm already in hell.
Damn.

Maybe I should just through myself into the Hellfire© and call it good.

Valentines Day.

The day of love, romance and kindness.

Blech.  This is not appreciated.

For one who is always alone, it is sad.
For one who is the essence of evil, sarcasm and abandonment it is pure agony.

It will all be over in 13 hours 15 min.
I can't wait.

~Apollyon.

P.S.  Also, pink is a hideous color.