Your mama-akra sent that to you, akri, to hurt the heathen-god. Now it’s Dimonique time. The Simi can’t be bothered we no Greek god messing with the one who pays the plastic bills. Can the Simi have that black metal card she loves so much? (Simi)

Over, under, around, or through. There is always a way. - Soteria

I am the god Apostolos. The Harbinger of Telikos. The Final Fate of all. Beloved son of Apollymi the Great Destroyer. My will makes the will of the universe. [Apostolos / Acheron Parthenopaeus]

Call me Buffy. I’m even blond, but don’t ask me to wear a halter top. Or corset.

To make an omelet you must first break some eggs.

What kind of life have you lived little one? Where fair has anything to do with it? Life and death just are. Fair has nothing to do with it.

When they know what makes you cry, they know what hurts you most. Don't give your enemies that.