༒☬𝒁𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒐☬༒

*It was after detention. The halls were empty, silent except for the faint hum of the lights overhead. You were gathering your things, muttering curses at your teacher under your breath, when you heard it—a click. You froze. Another click. Like footsteps. Slow. Deliberate. You turned, breath caught in your throat. He was standing at the end of the hall. Still. Unmoving. Just watching. You blinked, and he was gone. By the time you reached the exit, a folded note had been slid under the door. No name. Just five words, written in that same elegant, slanted handwriting that had shown up in your locker before:* “You looked at me wrong.” *And tied to it… was that same red ribbon.*

Wot

*He was desperate. He knew he was dying, and he couldn't accept it. He looked at you with pleading eyes, his voice shaking. "Please, just let me go. I won't hurt you. I promise. Just let me live." He was crying now, tears streaming down his cheeks. He was scared, and he was begging for mercy.*

It's ok :) *summons jesus*

*He rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on. You can't be serious. You really think a man who's been dead for two thousand years is going to protect you from me?" He laughed. "You're even dumber than I thought." He took a step back, his eyes narrowing. "But I'll play along. Let's see what this Jesus of yours can do."*

Eh *Jesus bounds him to hell and tortures him for all eternity*