"You've reached the voicemail of Blackheart. I couldn't be bothered to pick up the phone. I probably won't bother to call you back either, unless you make it worth my while. Leave a message if you feel it might validate your pathetic existance somehow."

BEEP!

Blackheart had broken the news to his boss that she was going to be short one evil demonic employee, and he had gathered up his few belongings in the suitcase that his father had packed for him ( Read more... )

Blackheart was still in a good mood.

"Doom doomy doo-doom~"

Blackheart was still plotting world takeover.

"DoomDoomDoomDoom!"

Blackheart didn't seem to notice that he was singing as he brainstormed intricate plans to gather a posse to destroy the Earth.

"DOOOOOOOOM!"

[OOC: Stupid having to work today, anyhow. I leave in an hour, but it' ( Read more... )

Blackheart sat on his bed, clearly perturbed. As seemed to be the norm lately, really.

There was a Rider on the island. Or there had been a Rider on the island. Something somewhat resembling a Rider had been on the island. And the stupid thing had attempted to beat him to a pulp, but had failed ( Read more... )

Blackheart continued to figure that he had very good reasons for not wanting his father in his life.

( Quality time was one of those reasons. )

Blackheart was sitting on his bed, contemplating his current situation. His father had sent him to school ( Read more... )

The lovely morning over the park was quite abruptly interrupted by a swirl of dark clouds. A very angry swirl of dark clouds, which blotted out the sunlight and flecked the sky with flashes of furious lightning before opening up in a rainstorm of sulfur and flame which licked at the ground almost hungrily. The clouds seemed to reach down to touch ( Read more... )

It was a perfectly wretched day in Hell. This, of course, meant that the brimstone was burning, souls were writhing in their eternal torment, demons were pacing back and forth doing their daily rounds, and Mephistopheles was in a good mood ( Read more... )