Mephistopheles

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The fly buzzes around in hypnotizing patterns, buzzing loudly with haughty disregard, I take a deep breath and try to ignore it

The vile creature lands on my lip and inflicts a terrible bite, I swat at it and I miss, my body shakes with violent anger as Mephistopheles enters my soul

With that, I snatch the creature from flight and proceed to tear its wings off, it squeals in pain and tries to fly in a futile attempt to save its life, I nail it to the table and burn its compound eyes and it thrashes around faster and faster

With that, I slice its abdomen spilling its guts all over the beautiful mahogany

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