Supernatural, amulet
::as requested by
helenmia::
Watch out! Be careful! Oh, sweet deity, I hope you’re planning to polish that mark! Ugh, small boys. Sold as a trinket to a small boy. That is so undignified. I am Powerful. I am Glorious. I am… A paper bag! I can never, ever tell anyone about this. I would never hear the end of it. Stuck in a paper bag for a tiny curly child. And he’s not going to polish me, I can just tell. Oh, the anguish of my life! That an amulet of my greatness should be reduced to such circumstances! It’s all that stupid demon’s fault. Oh, la, let me smite all these people! Oh, la, let me leap about in a terrifying fashion! Oh, la, let me lose my precious, precious amulet, and then be completely incapable of finding it, even with a super-high-powered torch and three minions to help me look! Stupid demon. Stupid minions.
Oh. OK. He’s polishing me. That’s better. That’s… Hmm. Heh. Ooh, that’s nice. Yes, yes, just to the left a bit, just to… Oh. Oh, yes, baby.
Huh? What? Tiny curly child? Don’t be harsh, he’s cute. Wait, what? Newspaper? This is filthy. I’m going to be filthy. I can never show my face again. My beautiful amulet sheen will be forever… Oh, hello. Hellllooooo. Oh, I like you. You’re going to be pretty. Don’t we look good? Huh? Don’t we? Yeah, that’s right, a bit of a polish. We’re beautiful, darling. Beautiful.