College was nearing to an end. I walk through the forest, a rifle in my hands. I think I gave the guy who owns the shop a heart attack. Mainly because I walked in covered in deer blood. I just took the rifle off the shelf. I was out and about hunting deer. They were so beautiful even in death. I want them. I need them. Their fur, their blood, their hearts... They're so beautiful.
"Did you find anything?" I ask.
"Yes Master, there's one drinking by the river." My Shadow points.
I turn. I walk silently to the riverbed. I see the deer. Its horns were wide and beautiful.
"It looks so beautiful." I mutter.
Oh, my deer, you'd make a wonderful treat. I aim my rifle at it. I shoot it swiftly in the gut. It looks startled and runs off. I come out to the riverbed. I feel the blood. It was smooth and sticky. I follow the trail of blood to the dead dear. I stroke its head.
"Death looks so beautiful." I say.
I take it. I put it on my shoulders.
"HELP!" I hear someone scream.
A women dressed in high heels bumps into me. I fall backwards.
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HorrorThis is kind of a Fanfic about the Radio Demon's past. I got the inspiration from the comics on this and I'm taking some of their ideas but I'm changing them slightly. Alastor had an abusive childhood, and his dad was a really bad one. I'm highlight...
