Death is My BFF Rewritten (Book 1 of the Rewritten Death Chronicles)

Chapter 25: Ta-da!

 Ok, so I upload the chapter once and click "save" because I know it's going to be rated R and sure enough it was. Then I censored words and uploaded again and sure enough it was R AGAIN. I had to cut this chapter into thirds (meaning it will be three chapters). Instead of being like 8,000 characters, it's a lot less because I have to figure out what word is so sensitive... Sorry! 

VOTE AND SCREAM IN THE CHAPTER FOR THE NEXT PART AND YOU'LL GET IT ASAP! xD

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            Malphas was dressed in a sleek black suit, and his sharp, pale and handsome features were complemented by the moonlight streaming into my dark living room. The last time I had seen this demon, he had turned into a massive raven, slash demon-monster, and tried to kill me.

            Yay. (That was sarcasm, if you couldn't tell.)

            His purpose for trying to kill me, I was still unsure. Was it to get back at Death? How had he known to come after me, or who I was? Malphas had used a boy I had grown up with at Church, Mason Haynes, as a puppet, to get through to me. Then, when I was defenseless, he made Malphas his own move and pretended to be my therapist.

            Once again, I was defenseless and vulnerable, and here he was.

            "I'm appearing to you in a dream, called a demonic projection. Therefore, I am not really here, and you are not really tied up." Well, now I know Mirror Man uses my dreams as well. Figures. "But you think you are tied up, and that's all that matters. I recognize your pendant. I knew the previous owner. It's a weapon, even in your dreams, and it's the reason why I've made you believe I've tied you down and gagged you. It will obey your every verbal command."

            Could the pendant really protect me against Malphas? From Death?

            "Anyways, I won't be here long, this is strictly business," Malphas explained in that sandpapery voice, clasped his gloved hands gracefully behind his back. "What I am about to say will not be repeated to anyone. Because of your pendant, you are now able to keep this discussion a secret from the supernatural, and you will, because if you don't, you will lose any chance you have at freedom. I am not threatening you. That is merely a fact. You and I, Faith Williams, we are a lot alike. We have a common enemy. We are determined, and we are bold. Nod, if that was all true."

            Slowly, with a horrible feeling in my gut, I felt forced to nod at the villain. It was all true, after all, yet I couldn't help but feel like he had some sort of pull over me.

            "My instructions, if you choose to take my help, have been sent electronically to your main email," he continued, eyes shadowy and serious. And, if that didn't surprised me enough, that a great and all powerful raven demon sent emails, or better yet, knew my email, his next words would blow my mind to smithereens. "Regardless of our last encounter, whether you trust me, or whether you and I are good or evil, I am the only one who can help you get rid of your...problem."

            He didn't have to say who that problem was. I knew that problem was Death.

            RAWK! RAWK! RAWK! That damn raven on his shoulder startled me for the millionth time, its harsh calls painfully buzzing in my ear drums.

            "You should know, your friendly neighborhood Grim Reaper is only being friendly to get what he wants." Raven Demon hovered over me with his shadowy, muscular built frame. "Once Death get what he wants, which, for whatever indispensable reason, is you, he will show his true colors. Do not mistake The Angel of Death as an idiot. He might be unstable, horrendously obsessed with property and his hair, and, if it wasn't blatantly obvious, theatrical, but he is still clever. How Death works, is similar to the poker term, 'chopping the blinds'."