Being the Anti-Christ is one helluva job. It's fun, it's dangerous, and it's not something I would wish upon anyone else.

For me, the line between good and bad are blurred, but can you blame me? Up until I was eleven, I was raised like any other normal child -- the human way. After the Winchesters and their angel found me, I ran. And I ran for a long time.

[This is an individual RP account. Literate. Mainly Supernatural, but I'll roleplay with just about anyone. Multiverse]