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[Old] My Little Demon

Short Story

❝Wh-who are you? Where are you? What are you doing?❞ ❝A demon. Right here. Possessing your soul.❞ ❝What!?❞ ❝Teehee~❞ Dialogue Story // By Max // Cover by @clarkethevirus // Hail Satan c:

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by MaxFreedman

by MaxFreedman

Xemu is now inside a small room. Lilith and Adam are watching TV from a leather couch. The intergalactic warlord stares at them, confused.

"W̵hAT ́I̶S ̨TH̶įş Pl̶A͡cE?͜"͢

"This is Lukey's mind. It's quite nice, really."

"͝wElL, i͠T ̴WO͝N҉'̸t b̕e͜ NiC̴E͠ fOR͝ ĻO̷n̵G.͏"

"Oh? Lemme find my sushi knives..."

With a poof, Luke appears. He stumbles around, trying to work out where the heck he is.

"Where am I!?"

"You're... inside yourself?"

"What!?"

"Well, this is odd. You're here, though."

"Okay..."

"ŞILEN͜CE̛. iT̛ ̴iS ҉TIm͞e͝ ̛to ̴K͡EEL ͡th͝E͢m͟. Fór T҉O͞O͘ lOnG̀ you ́h͡aVe B͜e͟E̡ņ m͞a͏n̢iP͘Ul̷aTE͘D͝ by͝ ͡TH͞Ese F͜o̷o͠LZ̵.͢"

"Wha? No! They've helped me!"

"TH͝e ͜OŅLY͟ hE͘Ļp ̨y̕O͢u̷ ͡CaN G͘eT IS͢ FR͢om SCI͢E̵NTOL͘OGY!̀"̧

"But..."

"It's okay, Luke. You don't have to worry. I, your guardian angel, will slay this fiend!"

"I can help, asshole."

"This is a job for an angel! I shall smite thee!"

Adam leaps out of the couch and runs at the enemy, frying pan in hand. A heroic roar of "JUSTICE" preludes his mighty swing. Unfortunately, a mere frying pan cannot slay a god. Luckily, that was not a mere frying pan. It was the radiant frying pan!

...which still failed to do anything to Xemu. The god of Scientology laughs scornfully, unaffected by the blow. And then, with blurring speed, Xemu bitch-slaps Adam with a slimy tentacle. Adam collapses, completely incapacitated.