Description
Brendon Urie likes guys. He likes girls too, but he REALLY likes guys. In hindsight, maybe that's why he got sent to Hell. That's what his parents would have said anyway. Maybe though, just maybe, those prophets or apostles or whatever they called themselves got it all wrong. Maybe Satan was just a bit gay and maybe God was just being a real bro and wanted to help his friend find a good guy. Maybe Brendon was that guy, because there in Hell he meets Satan himself and learns Satan's side of the story. Brendon discovers that Satan doesn't like biblical names. He thinks they're too mainstream and frankly too posh for his liking. Therefore he calls himself Ryan, he learned the name after watching the Olympics from his typical teenager angsty bedroom with the TV sandwiched on the wall between band posters. That Ryan Lochte guy was A+ in his honest opinion. "Ryan" enjoys artistic eyeliner, newsies hats, nail polish, emo fringes, guitar, gay poets, Seattle, and soft scarves. If that's not fucking attractive then Brendon doesn't know what is. *enjoy that shitty cover* (devil!ryan, god!spencer, angel!patrick, demon!pete, nephilim!mikey) (ryden, petekey, peterick)
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