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*WARNING* Contains some vivid description of violence, brutality and sexual nature.

“Cursed you all to Hell especially you, Witch!” Adrian garbled, directing his malevolent gaze on my direction while spitting blood and torn flesh out of his damaged mouth.

“If I can, I will kill your family over and over again, just to see you cry and suffer everytime I did it.” He continued while laughing crazily before he gagged shut when he swallowed his own blood, and something inside of me hardens.

“I hope that they are frying in Hell! Because they are not as good as most people know them to be.” He laughed.

Like a candle that was blown dead, I felt a spark died down in my soul, plunging everything in total darkness and I felt something that I neither felt in my life before nor have any reason to feel until now.

Revenge.

The feeling spread from my chest like a spilled blood, reaching into every limbs of my body and numbing me from feeling anything except the need to kill and hurt someone.

“Make.. Make him suffer.” Words that I never thought will pass through my mouth come out but I never regretted them.

“Make it as long and as painful as possible, Thallan.” My eyes never left Adrian’s pathetic form, letting him see that I seriously want his death. “Don’t kill him unless I say so.”

I looked up towards Thallan and I then asked myself if my choice of words was right or not because he was literally shaking from head to toe.

What have I done?..

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“Make.. Make him suffer.”

“Make it as long and as painful as possible, Thallan.”

“Don’t kill him unless I say so.”

Those were Elisha’s words, full of anger and poison, and if I didn’t heard it with my own ears; I won’t ever believe her ordering those things to me but those same words made me quiver in excitement.

For centuries, Mortal believes that Demons enjoy wreaking havoc to anyone and everyone but that was the work of rogue demons although there’s some fact that the mortals got right, tainting the pure.

I along with all demons and devils took delights on pissing off Angels especially the archangels eventhough all of us work together to maintain the equilibrium of the Earth, and the best way to do that was to taint the pure, darken the white and turn the bad into worst.

And Elisha’s is the definite example of the tainting and her negative energy surely excites the hell out of me.

The demon in me relished on the on-coming bloodbath and he was pushing at the surface to take control.

I looked at Elisha, seeing that she regretted her words yet her angry emotion was all true and still lingering around her.

“El, do you really meant it?” I asked her, watching when she frowned in confusion at my voice and I know the reason why; with my control nearly at its end, my voice was laced with the demon’s voice, making it sound that there’s two people talking at the same time.

A pondering look appeared on her face and I know she was debating on her answer, and when I thought she will back down.

“Yes, I meant it.” She replied, looking at me straight in the eye and then I felt it.

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