Demon-Ship
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What if your best friend was a demon?
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In an unfortunate turn of events involving a ouija board and stupid friends, Cassy Ronan managed to piss-off a demon. It's hard enough being a struggling college student, but sometimes karma is cruel and decides to throw in a psychotic and extremely melodramatic being hell-bent on making life...... well..... hell.
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"Pib I need you to braid my hair or I'm gonna be late for this job interview."
"Do you KNOW how many people have summoned me today to braid their hair? Eight-freaking-teen, and I don't even get a 'hi Pib, how are you and your ghostly powers' just 'Braid it and go.' So you can go screw off Cassy."
"...Okay one: you stole that from Tumblr... Two: When did you even get an account and why aren't you following me? And three: YOU DON'T EVEN LEAVE THE HOUSE YOU FREELOADING PIECE OF BEEF JERKY!!"
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