That sick conniving son of a bitch.
He will fucking pay. Be it he waits a few million years longer or I get the satisfaction somewhere else.
He. Will. Pay.
He hasn't just gone and taken all my pleasure from me and given it to fucking Anderson.
Holy shit the lady just punched through a tree. That seems important.
How fucking dare he!
You stay away from me right now!
Sign off. Sign off! Now!
Damien
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I Am Death
FantasyFrom one of Nick's vile creations to another, I suggest you get comfortable because what you're about to read might just change your perceptions of life. I am the third of seven creations, sent from the higher power to eradicate all evil from this d...
