Dark Side of the Moon
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Last published Wed, Dec 16, 2015
"YOU TRICKED ME, YOU HAVE NO SO-." Before the demon could say anything else, I shoved my knife into the throat of the demon. I twisted it, to make sure he wouldnt be talking soon. It choked on the blood for a second. It coughed, splattering blood on my face. I smiled again. The demons body fell to the ground with a loud bang.
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