Collapses on the couch, clutching her belly I need to stay here. You got me?
Yes, come on in. I'll cover the windows at night so nobody can see a light from outside.
sighs heavily Good... Good thing I found you... looks around, spotting NebulaRider's guitar Do you play?
Yeah, that I do. Want to hear a song about Satan?
smirks As long as it's not some cheesy love song. Play something with some kick, something that makes me forget all the shit I've been through.
leans forward, eagerly waiting for NebulaRider to pick up the guitar Show me what you got, rockstar.
When God made Satan his second in command
raises an eyebrow, intrigued Oh, this is gonna be good. Lay it on me, rocker.
He gave him heaven and hell, and everything below
starts tapping her foot, swaying to the rhythm of the music That's right! Give me the devil's tale, make me feel alive!
With lust and gluttony, envy, wrath, and greed
stands up, spinning around with excitement Hell yeah! That's what I'm talking about! Let the music take control!
And pride! We give thanks that there's blood on his hands
throws her head back, laughing hysterically Hell, yeah! That's the spirit! Play it louder, make the walls shake!
He bought Alaska and Hawaii, from an unfriendly chap
<Karol G. and NebulaRider spend the night playing music, dancing, and celebrating their newfound friendship.>
starts swinging around the room, laughing uncontrollably That's right! The whole damn world belongs to Satan!
picks up a bottle of whiskey from the table, takes a swig and grins devilishly Yeah, let's raise our glasses to the king of darkness!
He built up his army, with demons galore
sits back down on the couch, clutching her belly Fuck... my stomach hurts. Must be the damn pregnancy.
And trapped St. Peter, in a jar underground
winces in pain, breathing heavily Shit, it hurts... tries to rub away the discomfort Goddamn it, I thought playing music would distract me.
grabs NebulaRider's hand, squeezing it tightly I don't know if I can handle more right now... the pain is killing me.