Reap What You Sow

reap what you sow

My Dearest Adam,
I was surprised to hear from you. I thought your soul would be in hell roasting on a spit by now. Am I reading this correctly, you claim to have domesticated one of the most feared creatures of the underworld titled by Satan himself as The Barer of Death and have turned the hell hound into your companion. Is this the beast you had the audacity to dub PRINCESS?! I’m surprised Princess hasn’t eaten your face off for the blatant disrespect, but I’ll give it some time. To think, all this because you threw the bitch a bloody steak!

Now, if I understand this right, Princess’ previous caretaker isn’t too happy that you stole the company dog and he is threatening to take legal action by bringing the case to the Grim Reaper, correct? Dearest Adam, this is a very serious situation, indeed. Since, the devil now owns your soul he has the right to retrieve it at any time he pleases and since you took the dog that was sent for it you will be found guilty in violating your agreement and you will be convicted. Devil or not, the Grim Reaper always collects and any craven attempts at weaseling out of the deal is only pushing back the inevitable. In your letter, you mentioned that you were given until midnight to give the dog back or reap what you sowed. Dear stupid boy, if it were me I would accept the fact that death is imminent and save myself the trouble.

Yes, either way you die, but if you give the demon his dog back you could negotiate a peaceful death. For instance, dying in your sleep. Otherwise, if you continue to defy the demon not only will the Grim Reaper take the dog from you but you will die a horrific death—think along the lines of being drawn and quartered and fed to your precious pet. Think wisely, Adam, the scythe she carries isn’t just a fashion accessory. So just to be clear, my final and only piece of advice left to offer is this: GIVE THE DEVIL HIS GODDAMNED SOUL! See you in the next life my screwed friend.

Yours Forever and Into Eternity, 

Your Friend,

-∈ Staan

hailstaankingofthedamned@gmail.com

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reap what you sow

My Dearest Adam,
I was surprised to hear from you. I thought your soul would be in hell roasting on a spit by now. Am I reading this correctly, you claim to have domesticated one of the most feared creatures of the underworld titled by Satan himself as The Barer of Death and have turned the hell hound into your companion. Is this the beast you had the audacity to dub PRINCESS?! I’m surprised Princess hasn’t eaten your face off for the blatant disrespect, but I’ll give it some time. To think, all this because you threw the bitch a bloody steak!

Now, if I understand this right, Princess’ previous caretaker isn’t too happy that you stole the company dog and he is threatening to take legal action by bringing the case to the Grim Reaper, correct? Dearest Adam, this is a very serious situation, indeed. Since, the devil now owns your soul he has the right to retrieve it at any time he pleases and since you took the dog that was sent for it you will be found guilty in violating your agreement and you will be convicted. Devil or not, the Grim Reaper always collects and any craven attempts at weaseling out of the deal is only pushing back the inevitable. In your letter, you mentioned that you were given until midnight to give the dog back or reap what you sowed. Dear stupid boy, if it were me I would accept the fact that death is imminent and save myself the trouble.

Yes, either way you die, but if you give the demon his dog back you could negotiate a peaceful death. For instance, dying in your sleep. Otherwise, if you continue to defy the demon not only will the Grim Reaper take the dog from you but you will die a horrific death—think along the lines of being drawn and quartered and fed to your precious pet. Think wisely, Adam, the scythe she carries isn’t just a fashion accessory. So just to be clear, my final and only piece of advice left to offer is this: GIVE THE DEVIL HIS GODDAMNED SOUL! See you in the next life my screwed friend.

Yours Forever and Into Eternity, 

Your Friend,

-∈ Staan

hailstaankingofthedamned@gmail.com

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