(A/N bare with me this is weird for me even writing this, I try to do an NF thing, when hes talking to his alter ego. I dont think it turned out good but that's just me, I dont think any fo writing but too people who think it's good thank you for the support.)
Complex, you suprise the urge to shout, you're almost delirious with the strain. Come on now yell your demons give them a taste of your hate they deserve.
No, shut up get out. What are you doing communicating with me, I buried you with my past deeds who let you out.
Did you really think a wooden box could keep the power of satan from you boy?
I buried you, you shouldve died already.
Really starvation kill me? I feed off your sorrow boy remember.
Why do you think I live in your body.
No I'm not your host get away your parasite.
NO FUCK OFF.
I think I'll take over the time being. Get in the hole you dug for me. I'll show them hell as long as I'm breathing. They did this to us. Imagine that huh? Good luck boy...
I'll burn the coffin for good measure I'm your hell now. Resurrected at last hells best satan.
Good luck little punks, he gave you a chance.
Now that good guy holding me back is dead. He died fighting me for years, he failed as always and resurrected me.
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