You wouldn't call yourself a bad person, but you ain't a Saint either. That was how mostly everyone was, each person having their own sin, minor or major
In the end, everyone meets their fate. The cold dead hands of the Grim Reaper takes their soul...
Death was not as bad as I thought. I thought it would be more painful, emotional, or something. But there was nothing but darkness. So what, I stay here and ponder my existence?
Had I known this was death I would've actually valued my life more
And then I felt myself lurch downwards. Openeing my eyes, I found staring back at me was a massive pentagram in the sky that slowly seemed to fly into the sky, I looked around and noticed the place was not normal
And then I crashed hard into an alleyway. The concrete underneath me cracking and giving way. I groaned as I sat up and popped my back. How did I survive that?
Looking back up, I then noticed the sky was a blood red and the pentagram glowed brightly. I calmed my heartbeat and slowly made my way out of the alleyway
And my eyes couldn't feed enough on the information being streamlined into them. Crooked towers, demented beings, malformed imps, everything was completely wrong
I slowly made my way down the street, which seemed to ignore me and my presence. I then passed a mirror and I should've gotten whiplash from turning my head as I stared back at me
I was not human anymore. I was pure devil. Unrefined demon. Crude imp. Skin color, eyes, hair, ears, lips, and even body shape was so different. It disgusted me to my core, whatever that might be now
"Oi cunt!" A voice yelled out
Looking over my shoulder I noticed a gang of other lowlife demons coming my way
"What? I fuck your mother or something?" I asked
"Oh-ho! Got a mouth do ya!? Tell you what mate! Drop whatever you got in your pockets and I'll let you go without a scratch" The lead demon said
"How about I shove my dick down the throat of your decapitated head?" I said as I turned towards them
Feeling my pockets, I noticed that I had a knife, the perfect weapon
"Throw down then mate!" The demon said walking towards me
I cracked my neck and walked up to him as well
"Fucking piece of sh-"
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The lackeys of the demon stepped back in shock as their leader fell down dead. In their moment of weakness, I tossed the knife and it landed right in the forehead of the closest demon
I then grabbed the horns of another and brought his head down on my knee, breaking his nose. I then threw a left punch at the last demon and broke his jaw with it
Stepping between them, I grabbed the demon with the horns and impaled his friend with them before slamming my fist down onto their neck, breaking it immediately
Turning around, I plucked the knife out of the original's skull, wiped it clean, and put it back in my pocket. I turned my head at the dead demons, mustered up all the mucus I could, and spat it at them
