mythical -dont hunt the beast-
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I've killed.
I've Been killed.
ive met Death more then once. she needs to update her jokes.
Satan needs to take a chill pill.
i float in blood soaked truths and in tear stained lies.
many try to make me fall to my knees.
i have many forms.
~~
How Not To Get Killed 101
•dont play tag with a demon
•Dont steal from an angel
•dont fuck with White peoples Starbucks
How to Kill 666
•Be a badass
•be fast
•make it last
•keep a knife on your person at all time
• Dont Mess Up.
~~
its dark,
but I still feel the punches.
I spit out blood and smirk.
"Is that the best you can do pretty boy?"
I hear a growl of frustration.
"Shut the Fuck up you Crab Cake."
I Take a fighting stance and chuckle.
"You should really just not. I could give you a few Shots in the dark. eh?"
He groans in annoyance.
"That was a shitty pun and you know it; just fucking fight me ya cheeky fucker"
"Okay!"
"OKAY on go!
"O-Kay!"
" 5,... 4,.... 3 G-"
As quickly as possible i whip out my Daggers and puncture His jugular along with his Lungs and heart.
"-O!"
He chokes on his own bloody spit and breath.
"Any last words, or sentences you need to get out ya wanker?" As I walk towards him.
"Fuck you. -ou cheat- ed." He coughs out.
"Yeah well you almost did me dirty too douche Bag." I Crouched to his eye level and rolled my eyes.
He laughs and coughs again.
"Fun. See you in hell Ja-"
He was cut off by his last breath.
and abou-
"HAYYY JAY!"
I groan. Fuck, I remembered her.
"Hii.. Death.. hows Life?" I sighed
She tisked and shook her head in a disappointed manner.
"Jay I told you a hundred times call me Des! and ha-ha that was soooo Not funny!
I see what you did there, I woul-"
I just shut her voice out, she would just give me a headache later.
"- and on the way here I saw the most adorable kitten! which was odd because i could Touch it! and i can only really touch dead things and you. And that made me think-" oh wow; i never thought that was possible or plausible. "- how did that poor kitt
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