Evil, Sin, Misery (On Hold)

How 'bout You Fuck Off

Hello Loves it's Darkle and yes I'm back with another Fanfic! Enjoy!!

I walked down the streets of Hell. I was being sent to Los Angeles, California. Not only for my new assignment, but because of my reputation here.

I'm the main source of why you don't want to be damned to Hell, because you finally see me, a Nightmare that only idiotic Devil Worshippers would try to summon.

Another demon bumped into me snapping out of my thoughts. I grabbed him by the shirt and slammed him against the wall beside me.

"Next time; watch where the fuck you go." I growled.

"O-Okay I'm sorry Sir. D-Darkiplier." He said.

I threw him off and kept going. Yeah, I may be rough and treat people like shit and I could give two pieces of ass, but I won't. Mainly because they are shit and I can't feel sorry for them. Plus what have they done for me.

What's that wanna know? Okay! I was locked in a fucking sticky ass cell with a psychotic demon for three centuries. Not only that, but I had to wear a straight jacket.

I sighed, "I need a drink."

I walked up to a pub and sat at the bar. Hookers and perverts were littered across the place.

"What will you have Sir?" The bartender asked.

"Jack Daniels." I said.

He nodded, got a glass out, and poured my drink. Just like that a bunch of sluts came through the door and sat in a booth. Laughing their asses off.

Must be already drunk... I thought. One walked over to the bar and ran her fingers on my shoulder.

"Oh, muscles? Me likey a lot~" She slurred.

"Oh, another slut trying to hit on me? Me gonna hang myself from a fucking ceiling fan tonight." I said.

"Hard to get, huh? C'mon I Can Give You a little bit of candy."

"I'm good. Now how 'bout you go back over to that corner and jack off along with your friends?" I felt myself get yanked from the bar.

"Hey! Don't talk to a lady like that?!" A guy said.

"Look you really don't wanna make me mad okay. So if you want this bitch go ahead. I'm sure Rebecca will enjoy it." I said.

"What?!-"

"If you haven't noticed I am Darkiplier okay. So you Bess put me the fuck down before your neck is broken in forty five ways." I threatened.

"Sure." The guy growled.

"M'kay." I said.

I grabbed the guys hand and broke it to where the bone stuck out of his palm. He screamed in pain. I smirked and grabbed a bottle from someone.

"Hey!" A flame flared from my eyes as I glared at him and he backed away. I broke the bottle over my victim's head which spilled alcohol over him.

I pointed my finger up and a little flame came up. I reached down and put the flame on the alcohol. His head went up into flames.

I heard everyone scream in terror along with the agony of the flame head. I smirked and drank the rest of my drink. I walked out of the bar.

"Evil; I am Evil. Sin; I create Sin. Misery; I don't deserve Love only Misery. Repeat." I say making my way to Satan's palace.