Akuma
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MatureOngoing14m
Last published Mon, Nov 14, 2016
Pleasure is the first sensation I feel.
The next, is fear.
For some peculiar reason, I feel immense pleasure during my acts of sin. Perhaps that's why I do it. But it is not. It is not of my own free will that I commit these atrocious acts, but one of a higher force; a God. Or, perhaps, the Devil. An evil being, controlling my acts. But how is it that I continue to live in this world like I did before? How is it, that I still feel the same towards each of my hobbies, and every one of the people in my life? Surely, if the Devil, a being with such great power, and so much influence over this world and its people, there would be more of a change in my existence? Surely, the Devil would have changed how I think, at the very least? But no - I still think the same thoughts as I used to. I still like and dislike the same things; the same people. Maybe there's a possibility that I am not being controlled by the Devil, or even a God. Maybe, it's just me.
But I doubt that very much.
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