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Dugo

He was never meant to live in the living realm, but he escaped.

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Dugo isn't human and he never was, nor will he ever be. He is a demon with the sole purpose to torture souls in Hell- well that is until he crawled up the fiery pits of Hell unti he reached the living realm where humans roamed unaware of the monster that was now living amongst them.
Dugo is a humanoid meaning he has the basic shape of a human, but of course he is not a human for he is different. He has no physical eyes, but he can see without them. As a demon he doesn't function like humans, so he doesn't need eyeballs in order to see. He doesn't have a nose, but he has no need for oxygen. He does though, have a long thin mouth full of razor sharp teeth. Oh how he loves to smile at people and watch as they freeze in fear.
His sinister smile is actually the only thing that keeps him from being a plain mannequin. If it weren't for that sharp toothed smile he'd be a walking, living mannequin- snow white smooth skin, no real parts down there (he is still technically a male though), and an expressionless face.
In Hell, Dugo merely terrorized all those damned souls by flashing his sharp toothed smile at them and scaring the dead crap out of them, but in the living realm he would learn he had much more potential.
Recently arrived in the living realm, he hunted down his first humans in a place he could quickly study them for a bit.
To his luck he had arrived at the living realm at 3:00 am, so it was easy for him to sneak into the back of a store without humans watching this strange being walking around their streets. He waited until morning when the first employees arrived and found, what they thought, a mannequin. They dressed him and placed him at the front of the store where he was able to watch as humans did their thing.
Humans would sometimes stop to look at him closely because his face was just a bit different from the rest of the mannequins and he resisted to flash his smile to all of them to not give away his true identity. Luckily, they all decided that the line found on his face was just a mistake from the people who made him who had probably intended to add a serious look to his face, but in the end didn't follow through. This only meant he had more time to study the humans and he discovered something amazing.
He could sense all the blood flowing through their veins. It was strange and he had never felt this before as the souls down in hell have no blood, but he enjoyed this feeling and it only made him curious. He wanted to see this blood close and personal, but he would have to wait until there were less people around, so that is what he did. He waited until the store closed and the only ones around were three employees locking the place and organizing what they could to prepare for the next work day. Those unlucky fools.
Two of the workers walked into the back of the store, but as a man walked past him and stood directly in front of him to fold some clothes, he knew it was time.
"..." He wanted to speak to scare him, but no sound came from his mouth. Trying a different approach, he moved his right hand forward in an attempt to lay his hand over the man's shoulder, but he moved away just in time and began walking to the left without even noticing Dugo behind him.
"Stop," Dugo thought and moved his arm in front of him pretending to stop him like some humans do when they pretend to have telekinetic abilities. To his surprise though, the man stopped as soon as he placed his arm out in front of him. He pulled his arm back, pretending to pull the man back with his mind, and the man flew back towards him while screaming unsure of what was going on.
"Turn around," Dugo thought and did a little circle motion with his index finger causing the man to turn around and face him.
"What the fuck!?" The man yelled. "It's a fucking mannequin!"
Dugo did what he knew best when he heard this man screaming in terror and he smiled his sharp toothed sinister smile.
"Fuck. Help! Help! Help!" The man started yelling after having seen Dugo's demonic smile and the two employees who were in the back came running to find the reason behind the screams.
"What the fuck is that!?" Yelled the male and female employee who were now watching as this thing, this creature, this demon was now holding up their fellow employee in the air with what seemed like telekinetic powers.
They attempted to run back and away from Dugo, but he simply raised his left arm and they were both in the air, facing Dugo, and screaming for help like their fellow employee.
As Dugo raised them in the air he felt that sensation again- the blood flowing in their veins, but it was a bit different this time. He felt like he was almost touching it, almost controlling it, and it was because in a way he was. He did not have telekinetic abilities- he had the ability to bend blood.
A twisted idea came to mind and it only made his smile widen. He looked at the man in front of him who now just quietly stared at him as he noticed the slight change in Dugo's expression. Dugo turned his head to face the other two employees punching and kicking at the air while screaming for help and the man in front of him couldn't help but to also turn around to look at his two fellow employees.
With a sudden clenching of his left hand, forming a fist, Dugo caused the blood from the two employees to come out bursting from their skin. The man in front of him screamed in terror as he watched the life fade away from the man and woman who worked with him as their blood formed puddles in mid air. Dugo continued until the man's and woman's bodies fell to the ground- bloodless.
"Please man. Please. Just let me go. I won't say anything about this to anyone if you just let me go," begged the man for his life, afraid that he was next.
Dugo only smiled at him, only making the man beg more as his fear grew. Dugo moved the blood puddle until it was floating above them and looked back at the man. He twisted his head slightly to the side staring into the man's tear filled eyes and his sinister smile widened, almost going from ear to ear.
"Please," the man whispered as tears rolled down his cheeks, but Dugo only smiled.
Dugo unclenched his fist and the blood came pouring down covering his and the man's body and making a mess on the floor underneath them. The man barfed at the feeling of the blood on his skin, but Dugo enjoyed it. He loved it actually. He loved the feeling of the blood all over his skin. He looked down at his body and loved the way it made him look. He thought the blood only aided in making him look creepier than he already was.
He looked back at the man who was now crying his eyes out, opened his mouth wide and bit his neck making blood splatter out of his new wound. As the man's world faded, Dugo made it end quicker by making the blood burst out of his veins killing him in seconds. He again raised the blood in the air and made it fall on himself as he loved the feeling of it.

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I watched as he murdered those three and I can say I was smiling the whole time. After having killed all three and having poured their blood all over himself he noticed there was still blood on the floor, so he layed down and made blood angels and as his "father" I was proud.
I created him to help me down here in the underworld, but after watching the way he killed those three, I allowed him to stay up there and I always watch when he walks into stores and pretends to be a mannequin, or walks into people's rooms at night, or sneaks up on people walking alone at night and kills them oh so brutally.
He was meant to torture souls, but Dugo the Blood Bender, after demonstrating such evil, shall forever stay in the living realm depriving humans of their oh so precious blood.