Badass Devil Quotes

I'm not going out of my way looking for devils; but I wouldn't step out of my path to let one go by.

What she means is, I might look like a pussy but I'm really a badass demon.

The thought had crossed my mind, that in order to save this world from Hell, I might have to become the Devil.

The feedback from the speakers changes and begins blasting death metal music so loudly into the sky that I swear the bridge suspensions are vibrating. The twins were in charge of the music selection. I catch sight of them on the side of the bridge, each with an arm raised, holding up their forefingers and pinkies in a devil sign, head-banging to the beat. They’re mouthing the words to the garbled voice screaming over the intense electric guitar and drums blasting out of the speakers. They might look pretty badass if it weren’t for their hobo clown outfits. It’s the loudest party the Bay Area has ever heard.

Of the myriad impressive notables related to Dio's passing, perhaps foremost is the fact the man was 67 years old and was still making quality hard rock records, still touring with a new (old) version of Black Sabbath, still singing his absolute heart out about dragons and rainbows, making the infamous devil horns hand gesture he swiped from his Italian grandmother and which has since became the universal, undeniable, completely badass symbol for true metal across all galaxies everywhere, and for which Dio deserves to be ensconced in the heavens forevermore.

In the last day and a half since the end of the competition, each of the kings had cornered me and begged for forgiveness while also insulting me. They were aggressively sorry. Emphasis on the aggressive part. Of course, I’d done what any gracious woman would do when they faced a suffering male who was finally taking accountability for his actions. I pretended I couldn’t hear them speaking. The method was mostly a success.

I locked my jaw, not doing a damn thing he said.

First, Pops gets a kiss, then a hug and now cookies. Do you not see this big badass biker man meat in front of you?” he states loudly. I hear some chuckles and I stop when I’m next to Axel. I stare him down for a moment and notice there is nothing but pure mischief in his eyes. I lean in and wrap my arms around his waist and snuggle up to his chest. Very impressive chest I might add. “You need some attention today Axel?” I ask smirking. He wraps his arms around me and answers with a shouted, “Yes!” I hear a growl from somewhere but ignore it and wait for Axel to relax. When he does, I pull back from him smiling big while I reach up and twist his nipple. Hard. He howls and jerks back rubbing the abused nub. “You good now Axel or do you still need some more attention?” I purr. “No, you evil witch, I’m good. Thanks!” he says sarcastically.

But I will not allow you to be put down. You aren’t done with this life yet, little badass. You just got a big old beast put inside you, and you have to learn how to work with her.” “How?” “With support. You have Samuel and Red Havoc. And first and foremost, you have me for as long as you want. For every breath, every smile, every tear, I’ll be here right here beside you. Leaving didn’t fix anything for either of us. It hurt She-Devil, it hurt you, it hurt me, it hurt Titan. I tried to let you go so you could have a better life, but it didn’t take. So, this is where we dig our toes in against the hurricane that is your monster kitty and walk through the damn storm together. Deal? No quitting. I won’t let you.

The feedback from the speakers changes and begins blasting death metal music so loudly into the sky that I swear the bridge suspensions are vibrating. The twins were in charge of the music selection. I catch sight of them on the side of the bridge, each with an arm raised, holding up their forefingers and pinkies in a devil sign, head-banging to the beat. They’re mouthing the words to the garbled voice screaming over the intense electric guitar and drums blasting out of the speakers. They might look pretty badass if it weren’t for their hobo clown outfits. It’s the loudest party the Bay Area has ever heard.

I can smell them perfectly. The stain of the evil is everywhere. They make the air tingle, even if I don't know what they are, exactly. “Invisibility might have been more badass than winking, just saying.” I

Just imagine what it would feel like: you finally overcome those pesky symptoms and feelings, you start living your life again without that dreaded fear of the fear, and for the first time in ages, you get to enjoy doing that what you previously feared. But then, lightning strikes. You get an anxious moment and possibly a panic attack. Your negative thoughts kick in, and warn you, “There you have it! I’m back at square one. Everything is starting again!” Honestly, the fact that you will have uncomfortable moments in the future is as sure as the fact that ice melts in the desert. It’s unavoidable. The question is: how will you respond? The initial negative thoughts are very normal, you still have your danger radar, you still have your little cartoonish devil, you still have your negative voice. You remain human, after all.

I am not a religious girl, but I would've prayed to the Devil, if I believed he'd have helped me." Siobhan Everdeen

Shakespeare Sonnet XVIII: Twilight Vampires Shall I compare thee to a Twilight brute? Thou art more alluring and far too cute. Thy skin like marble quarried from Carrara's mines, Stands an Augustan temple of flawless white. Thy complexion like gems sparkle in heaven's vault When fair sun rises and bids adieu to Stygian night. Thy teeth, like Wolverine's talons, lie hidden Until primed to pierce their prey. (OMG, you'd be one badass X-Men If only you could work by day). Thy eyes turn crimson like the devil's cock, When upon human blood ye feast. Who can turn their gaze from thee, Not I, nor king, nor priest. So long as mortals can breathe or Children of the Moon can see, Take my love, my freshest blood, which bequeaths immortal life to thee.

At karate.” She tells him casually, shrugging her shoulders and limbering up. Her heavy, laced boots, which are neon in colour, leave marks on the surface of the desk. She doesn’t seem to notice or care. “My instructor is pretty badass. He almost threw me across two tables and a chair the other day…almost.

What? You’ve never seen a man with dishpan hands before?” he questions. “Yeah I have but not someone who looks like you!” I blurt. “Looks like me?” he questions with another shoulder bump. “Hot, huge, badass biker guy types don’t do dishes. They ride Harleys and maim people and give the finger to the world. And they don’t have that kind of smile. You know, the “smile that’s dropped a thousand panties” smile. They…….Oh, God, stop talking Ava!” I exclaim horribly embarrassed that I’d said any of that.” The Devil's Angels MC, Ava to Gunner

31 When the Child of Humanity returns in all glory, with the host of Heaven, they will sit on a magnificent throne. 32 All the nations will be gathered and be separated one from another as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats. 33 The sheep will go to the right of the throne while the goats to the left. 34 Then the one sitting upon the throne will say to those on his right, “Come, you who are blessed; take the inheritance that has been denied you, and enter now into the eternal rest which has been prepared for you since the foundation of the world. 35 For I was hungry and you gave me food to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me water to drink, I was undocumented and you invited me in, 36 I was naked and you clothed me, I was infirm and you looked after me, I was in prison and you visited me.” 37 Then the just will reply, “When did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? 38 When did we see you undocumented and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? 39 When did we see you sick or in prison and go visit you?” 40 The one sitting on the throne will reply, “Truly I tell you, whatsoever you did for one of the least of these siblings of mine, you did for me.” 41 Then he will say to those on his left, “Depart from me, you who are cursed, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels. 42 For I was hungry and you proposed cuts to the Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program, arguing it would make me too dependent upon the state and take away my incentive to work; I was thirsty and you refused to provide clean water in the Black neighborhood of Flint; 43 I was an undocumented immigrant and you built walls and threw my children into cages; I needed clothes and you tossed me in for-profit prisons for loitering and indecent exposure; I was sick and you sought to repeal Obamacare and in prison and you fortified and widened the pipeline from Black and Brown schoolyards to prison yards.” 44 They also will answer, “When did we see you as a welfare recipient, or living in Flint, or someone crossing our borders, or needing clothes or affordable healthcare, or in a prison disproportionately comprised of bodies of color and did not help you?” 45 They will hear as a response, “Truly I tell you, whatsoever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me.” 46 Then they will go away to eternal punishment, but the just to eternal bliss.