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Esme: None of your Satandamned business. 

"Bitch I made a bed of leaves for you? Fucking bastard. Let's see how satan would react if he knew you were bullying me. The only thing givving hell the souls it has. No demon in the multi verse has that power except me. Not even satan. I'll dial him right now actually. I have his phone number. We're close friends."

Esme: No no no no no! Oh holy fuck, don't call the king-! Shittttt-wait you're his friend!? Fuck fuck fuckkkk I can't go back- 

"It's not too late you know. There is a way to stop it."

Esme: ...Fine. I'll tell you everything...

"Go ahead..."

Esme: I...I was engaged. To the king but...I-you can't turn me in. Please, please I-I don't-

"Oh... beg some more. Maybe then I'll change my mind."

Esme glares at death. 

Esme: Glad to see Death is just as big of an asshole as all the men in hell.  

She gets up and starts to walk away 

"HEY! I'M NOT AN ASSHOLE! YOU WERE AN ASSHOLE FIRST! FINE THEN! I'LL CALL HIM! YOU'RE GONNA BE IN DEEP SHIT BY THE TIME I PRESS DIAL"