[center][h1][color=643B46]Nero[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=643B46]Location:[/color] Hell[/b] 
[b][color=643B46]Skills:[/color][/b] Smoke Form[/center]
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Not wasting anytime once inside the house, I go into smoke form and head straight to hell. I find Crowley sitting at my desk fiddling with one of my hand puzzles, but this doesn’t really surprise me. [color=643B46]”Do you need help with that? I think I can get a child down to teach you how to use it.”[/color] I tease in a snarky tone. He looks up to give me a flat look, obviously not amused by my jokes. 

“You’ve come back empty-handed.” He states simply.

I shrug, walking over to grab my knife from it’s place on my shelf. [color=643B46]”Yeah, well, that thing was rather nasty, so I think thanks are in order instead.”[/color] I spin to face him. [color=643B46]”And by thanks, of course, I mean its time to hold up your end of the deal.”[/color] He rolls his eyes. 

“Did you want to cash in on that now?” I nod, thinking it was rather obvious what I wanted. 

Not much later and I have my prize, ready to take it back up with me. Crowley asks me why I’m so eager to leave, seemingly weirded out by my behavior. [color=643B46]”Oh, I’m taking a sabbatical. I found some fun in Chicago so I’m heading back. Don’t contact me unless there is literally no one else who can do the job.”[/color] I grin at him, daring him to object. He doesn’t. 

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[center][h1][color=F0A06B]Nic Wu[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=F0A06B]Location:[/color][/b] Chicago, IL
[b][color=F0A06B]Skills:[/color][/b][/center]
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With a groan, I sit up, holding my head in my hands. I feel like I had slept for the first time in a week but also like I’ve never slept in my life. I tiredly run my eyes before I realize I’m not at my place. I peer around and not really able to recognize this particular interior. I hear some light snoring and my eyebrows shoot up. There, sleeping soundly on the floor, was my father. I nearly fall off the couch I’m on, unable to believe my eyes. [color=F0A06B]“Bàba?”[/color] I whisper as I reach a shaking hand towards him. His own eyes flutter open and find me peering down at him and without hesitation the two of us are embracing each other tightly. I find myself starting to sob, overjoyed that I didn’t lose all my family, that I still had my father.