People keeping posting dumb stuff, so here is something better. ShotgunMagnus. His black coat swirling gently around his legs in the crisp breeze. The distant city lights just barely illuminating the body. It feels almost like a hazy dream-state. Lights flickering, the ground painted blood red. He can't help his lips twisting into a bitter smirk as he finally removes the ring from Azazel's finger. As he slides it on his jaw clenches, each ring he collects feels heavier than the last.
… listen i feel attacked in my own home
he glanced up, the faint blue light streaking up his hair, staring at the towering skyscrapers above them. they glittered back at him, huge and imposing, and he he breathed the crisp air in slow. it was thick with the sweet scent of blood, that metallic tang biting the inside of his nostrils.
“belial next,” magnus murmured, dragging his thumb over the edge of the ring.
“he knows we’re coming,” alec’s voice came from the shadows behind him, but magnus just looked back a smirk on his lips.
“has that stopped us?”