So, this is your first published works on the sight?
Well I typed it up and posted it for you.
Yes, yes good for you. What do you want a cookie?
That would be nice. I've already depleted my stash of Oatmeal Crème Cookies.
I don't know what's more shocking. You actually have a stash of food, or that you think I'm nice enough to give you a cookie.
You don't have a stash of food?
… moving on…
He had always wondered what did the devil look like. Now, standing here with his comrades, he knew. This girl, no, this monster, was the image of Satan himself. Her glowing red eyes wide with sick
amusement, an almost animalistic lust for blood in them. Ger terrible smile as they tried to kill her, ripping her to shreds, gore coating the area around them a sickening sea of endless red. But, with that
accursed smile, ever growing larger, remained. Even as she healed before their eyes. Her voice, almost sickeningly sweet, marred by hated, contempt and a madness that was other worldly.
"IS THAT ALL YOU FILTHY DOGS CAN DO?" She sneered, her voice almost driving him mad with fear. "No, you are not dogs. You are VERMIN! Hiding in the guise of men."
She pounced, that same terrible grin on her face, chopping into his brothers, slaughtering his friends, crushing them, severing limbs, gouging out throats with her teeth and drinking their blood. It
then he realized she wasn't as bad as Satan. She was worse.
There done.
Can I have my cookie now?
I don't know. Do you want me to hurt you?
No.
There's your answer.
Just for that, I'm going to bring up some of your worst memories. Gus Soarla in drag!
*blanch* Well… two angry camels in a tiny car.
… I still want my cookie.