Satan's Pyscho // Luke Brooks

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His smile dropped as the blade plunged his neck. Everything was to fake to be real. He stopped before whispering.

"I love you."

His last words were aimed for me. My head laughed as he fell to the ground drowning in his blood. I turned my head. I felt a shiver and a arm fall on my shoulder.

"Good Job Sister."

My brothers dark hair fell infront of his face. A smirk arisen on his pale flesh. I dropped the dagger turning my back to him. Staring at my brother. Waiting for him to say the words.

"Ready For The Next One."

My job is to kill. To kill the ones that make this world good. You may call me a demon, yes that is what I am. Sent from hell to make this world a better place. By better I mean WORSE!

I'm Chrissy, I will find you!

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