Death is eminent when you think about it. When you die, what do you feel? Fire sending you as smoke to heaven or as ash to hell. Well if you already don't belong in this world, but don't belong in those worlds, where do you belong. My name is irrelevant but you can call me the demon inside. Hah as if you would even speak to me. People I come in contact with wont speak for days, perhaps I disturb them too much or kill them. Either way they will never be the same. I do have friends however that I can speak to, inhuman friends that hate light. Who else is a demon supposed to know. That's right I said demon, as in devil spawn, hellbeast. I am a little on the evil and twisted side.
My day starts with breakfast of burnt toast with a side of squirrel or rabbit, depending which one I catch in my hands. Then I ditch school and go to the best succubus parties. Interesting what they do to try to eat a nice soul or two eh. Then I like to try to stay awake as long as I can but something causes midnight to be a deadline. Days skip because of some type of disorder called who gives a rat's two cents. Then I wake up the next day alive and kicking. Remember death catches its prey when I awake.
