Why does everything have to eat souls or devour people or dissect you or terrorize everything in this place? I don't get the appeal of it all. What are we, a delicacy? Is that it? Brought here to be a food source for everything?

Talk about gross.

Don't these monsters and stuff know we're bad for their figure?

[Locked to Constantine Household] ( Read more... )

[Fabric rustles. Hangers clack together. Willow makes a thoughtful sound.]

You know, Lucifer, there's a lot of clothes in this place. ...Including one baggy, off-the-shoulder sweater and some hot pink leggings. Got any oversize plastic jewelry? Maybe a big old cross I can stick through my ear? Just, you know, wondering. Never too early to plan for ( Read more... )