The Devil Kneels for Her — The New Orleans Coat

Oh, don't be so rude. I helped them find a true, meaningful purpose. The world will be so much better off with them in the mud, feeding my black roses.

Not to mention, we no longer have to suffer their revolting aroma. Who are you? That is none of your concern. new orleans nights aren't safe especially around the cemeteries

wear this to help ward off any more pests i quite like your scent i saved your life and you send me with simply a coat the coat was just manners i don't leave debts unpaid

Name your price the whole damn city of New Orleans is yours if you can afford it The scrap metal and frail paper you mortals chase after isn't even fit to be my plaything It's all so cold when I much rather prefer the warmth of your skin