"Master, perhaps this wasn't such a good idea." He says.
I wince as I lean on a tree.
"I'll be fine." I wince.
"So, where are we going? Killing people?" He asks.
"Drug dealers. They have a weed garden over there." I point to an old building.
These drug dealers have been causing a plague in this small town. Many people were getting sick off these drugs and for many the effects were sever. These were a stain on a town. A stain that I needed to clean off or else there will be more consequences.
I look at him. I pant but not from the cold. The pain was getting worse and worse. I don't know how much longer I can keep this going. I don't know how much longer before Angel suspects something of me.
"You should rest."
"And not have all the fun? C'mon." I say.
I walk in with my riffle pointed. I see bodies. Bodies that look even worse than what I do to them. The ground was painted red. Limbs were strewn around. But some faces. They were disgusting in a whole new level. Their expressions were corpse like. Their skin was wrinkled and gray. Their hands looked like all the skin was melted off.
"This is powerful dark magic." He says.
"God this is a mouthful." I say.
"I knew you'd come." A voice said behind me.
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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...
