Demons
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"Please, don't do this! I'll do anything please!" The man's pleads went straight over my head as I sharpened my knifes. "You know, being on the ground like that is gonna make your clothes dirty. Get up." The man stayed put, cowering away on the ground mumbling prayers to a god that is too weak to help him. "I'm pretty sure I told you to, GET UP!" I walked up slowly and kicked him in the gut. He jerks a little but stays still. Why don't you go on and kill him already sweetie? I scoff. "He wasn't any fun anyway, I suppose." With these words I plunge my knife into his chest and continue with my... Work. ============== This story is about the ruthless, feared, demon of the underworld. Going out to hunt she picks a random house to find a contractor. Unfortunately for Ashton, she happens to pick him.
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"Kill..." the low whispering voice trailed off into my head. I don't think the strange whispering voice came from anyone in the room. It was too loud; too abnormel; too deadly. Suddenly a cold shiver ran down my back making me scream and cry out for someone, something, anything. I want to be alone, somwhere dark, somewhere safe. My eyes open to see a woman cradling me in her arms. A man with red eyes, tan skin, and blonde hair starred at me. His eyes sunk into my head making me wince. The woman is natuarlly warm and comfortable, but her face is stained with tears mixed with blood on her, once beautiful, face. She smeared some of the blood onto my puffy cheeks with a warm beaten and calloused hand. "You're gonna be okay," she assured me. More tears fell from her eyes. I looked closer into her grayish, I think, eyes. They had evil tucked beneath fear in them. I don't know what she means, yet her words mean the world to me at this very moment: 4 minutes ago, I was born.

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