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Posted 02-03-2010 at 09:10 AM by Good Super Villain

They Begged Me for A Real Bloodfest……..
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So that’s just how it is. I am a typical fucked up lunatic set on destruction. This is my day to exploit this world. I woke up early and went out to grab a coffee. I was pleasantly surprised to see that Mr. Edwards was not there today and that his granddaughter the very foxy Amber was. I ordered my quad espresso and non fat milk substitute with a beaming smile. She was so hot and just twenty years old. Sure I only look about twenty five but truly I am nearly six thousand years old. I am a Demon and it’s a long story. To be honest most of it is not interesting anyways. Not until I came to the 23rd dimension and to Earth. Earth is the coolest place in all existence. It’s a shame that the pursuit of capital gain has ***** it to death. Any-fucking-ways back to this coffee bit. Amber told me it was on the house and I replied, “I will only take it for free if I can give you a kiss.” This was a dirty trick. As a Demon I have powers over minds and physical contact, especially the lips, is the second best connection you can get. She agreed on the kiss and as soon as our lips met I felt a burning sensation from her. Holy fuck! She was a fucking Angel!
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My eyes flashed a fiery red and when I saw hers they were such a soft white. She had me in her grasp and I was helpless to escape. Thoughts of good flooded my mind and for the first time ever I did not want to destroy or collect souls. Then as intense as it was it stopped the very moment our lips parted. She looked at me and asked if I was okay. She obviously did not notice anything more than a hot kiss. She smiled at me and asked if I wanted to walk her home after work. I agreed saying, “Only is I can get two kisses next time.” She giggled and replied, “How about a night of kisses?” I was so stoked and slammed my coffee.
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Now I am not sure how many of have had a quad espresso and non fax milk substitute coffee, but the effects of that much caffeine at once is fun. So there I was a Demon spinning and not sure what the fuck to do. I had planned on killing some bums in the park, but now that seemed mean. So I went down to Junk Street. It was overflowing with dealers and addicts and the occasional Hero would swoop in and pluck a few of the extra bad ones. I looked around at the wasted souls. Not even worthy to be sent to the lake of fire. I pulled out both of my hand guns and opened fire totally at random. Being a Demon also means I am much stronger than most humans so I was using a very heavy caliber of gun. Boom! A head of an addict was nothing more than a splatter around a hole in the wall. Boom! Another shot managed to make it through three people. Starting with a head, then a chest, and finally some crack bitches hips. I loved these guns. Not only were they wicked but they were fucking loud. Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! I reloaded. It was funny but even though most of the wasted fuck heads on this street are armed to the teeth everyone was running away from me. I began to laugh and decided not to waste anymore ammo.
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As I turned to leave I noticed that there was a pack of Super Heroes standing behind me. Each of them hated me for I had a reputation as the Wickedest Villain on Earth. I knew that I was pretty wicked for most dimensions not just the 23rd. A female hero called Forest Dawn leaped at me. She landed so close to me that I could feel her firm breasts push against me and her warm breath on my neck. She whispered in my ear, “We can do this a few different ways and you know it. There are a lot of us here and we just might actually be able to kill you this time, but that would mean sacrificing most of us in doing so. What I would love to see happen is you surrender yourself and reform. I think you are very good inside somewhere.” Then she kissed me. Big mistake on her part, she may have had super powers but she was no Demon or Angel. Hey eyes glazed over and she turned around and took my hand. She was mine and if I wanted to I could send her back to kill them all. I did not. With her lovely hand in mine I approached the pack and began to talk, “Listen here. I hate all of you fuckers and I know you hate me. I have started a cleanup of Junk Street and if you don’t fucking mind, would like to finish.” I could see that a few of them were about to attack me so I waved my hand in the air. All of them but on fell to the ground. The one standing peered at me and then flashed his piercing bright white eyes at me.
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We both took off straight up into the sky and clashing blades rained sparks on the street below. As we flew and dueled, that fucking Angel clipped my cheek and my blood flew off of me due to the speed we were flying. I chopped and he blocked, I sliced and he blocked, then I stabbed and I caught him in the mouth. My blade cut its way through his head and I swung it around as it cut its way through the side. I watched the top of his head fall beside his limp body.
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I landed on the other side of Junk Street and headed off all those still trying to escape me. Like a whirlwind I sliced through Earth’s worst filth. Blood sprayed in every direction and soon I was standing alone, drenched in blood, and surrounded by dead fucks.
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I flew home and stripped my blood clothes along the way. As I entered my apartment, which was on the top floor by the way, I noticed someone had been there. There was a sweet scent, but when I looked I could not find anyone. I checked the locks and headed to the shower. I wanted to be clean and look sharp when I meet Amber in an hour.
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As I approached the coffee shop I could see Amber through the window. She was scurrying around cleaning up. I opened the door and flipped the sign to “Closed.” She smiled when she spotted me and gave me a peck on the check as she passed by with a tray of dishes. The peck nearly dropped me to the ground. Never and I mean never have I been effected this way. I craved more. I helped her finish cleaning up and my heart raced as she took my hand outside. We walked in the winter night and the snowflakes sparkled different colors from the neon lights. “How was your day?” She asked in the sweetest voice. I actually stumbled when I tried to answer, “It, It, was different. You have been on my mind all day.” Then she giggled and her feet lifted off the ground. She seemed to float into the snowy sky. I followed her and once close enough put my arms around her and whispered in her ear, “Do you think there is any chance for an Angel and a Demon to be able to love each other? Do you think we can?” She put her arms around me and pulled me so close and kissed me. I could hear her thoughts and it was only one word, “Yes.”
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