No. I'm NOT making money from this, I don't own it, and if you think I am, WRONG!!
A/N A beautiful song, of love, to wish to belong with the person you love, and without love, what are we?
This is not one of those songs. This is…
Slaughter Your World
A loving couple is talking with one another. In the women's hand, she held her precious baby.
Kids were laughing in the park, and people were smiling. No violence, no pain… just joy and happiness. Peace…… nothing, but peace.
Then, a hooded figure walks in, singing a song. That figure is… D.
D saw the lovely couple and walked up to them, placing a hand on their shoulders. He then increased his voice, so the whole park heard.
Excitement abounds
I almost can't wait
Relax, I don't want your baby
I already ate
D takes their baby
Though I do tend to generally kill
Kill things that don't fight back
D throws the baby aside and kills the parents and everyone else in the park. He then walks into the city
I see this village
What does it hold?
What shall I butcher them with
Fire or cold?
In one hand is an ice sword, in the other a fireball
Running from me sure you'd think
'He's a pathological bloodthirsty homicidal maniac!'
I'd kill kittens and puppies and bunnies
I'd maim toddlers and teens and then more
D kills a pet store filled with cute animals, a preschool, and a high school, by setting them all on fire. D then walks to a loving couple, who are both holding hands
You see a wife? I see a widow
D rips the husbands head off and gives it the widow
But what then?
Can't you see?
I'd kill four!
D jumps on top of a building and shoots an energy beam at one guy, melting his face
I want to incinerate and decapitate
I want to melt
Want to melt some faces
Watching the peasants...what do they call it?
D teleports to a nearby grave and sees the widow from earlier
Ahh...grieve!
I suppose that being undead there's not much to life
A soul is needed for loving...feeling...
How does this all not make me...what's that word again?
D puts his hand on the crying widow and hugs her
Heave!
D grabs the widow's head and takes it off, kicking it away
You've nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run
Your village will burn like the heart of the sun!
D sets a building on fire, then an orphanage
With infinite glee
It's going to be me
That slaughters the world!
How could I glare into these eyes
D sees a man crying over the lost of is parents and D looks him in the eye
And then not stab them?
How could I stare at their loss
And then not laugh?
D lets out a laugh and smiles. He then jabs his fingers into the man's eye sockets, taking his eyes out.
I'd cut him in half
Then I'd graft
His head back onto his shoulders
Or after I'd lop it
I'd make a puppet
On top of a staff!
D rips a man's head off an then uses it as a puppet for some little kids
I am a lord that is sometimes bored
Have some urges and need to fulfill them
After my mayhem I simply don't...what's the word?
Care!
D shoots the kids with an energy blast, turning them to dust
The stench in the air
The smell of the gore
The carnage far greater than any war
The whole city is now in flames, and D is smiling and looking up towards the Heavens, singing, in the middle of all the pain and suffering
My legacy
Death becomes...me!
I'll slaughter the world
"STOP!" a man yelled. The man had a big blue outfit, with short black hair, a red S on his chest, and red underwear….Red underwear?
"Yes?" D asked calmly, seeing a man on fire running in pain.
"No more… No more pain, no more destruction! It ends now! I will not let you hurt another person on this planet! I am a hero, I am justice! I will fight, and I WILL BEAT YOU! GOOD WILL ALWAYS WIN OVER E-"
The man was cut off as D dashed forward and grabbed the man's head. D then crushed it; making his hand covered in blood and brain guts. D wiped his hands off with the man's cape and smiled.
"I apologize. Did I break your concentration?" D asked as he walked off, leaving the burning city.
"My sons!" a man yelled, running over with a young boy. "You killed my two sons!" he yelled. "DIE VILE BEAST!" he cried, tears on his face as the man took a gun out.
"Halt… Let us not do anything rash, or that we will regret…" D begged. "Is this young man your son?" D asked, looking at the little boy.
"Yes… I love him very-"
The man was interrupted as D suddenly killed the boy, stabbing him with his razor sharp nails.
"MY LAST SON! NOOOOOOO-"
He was interrupted again as D crushed his head.
"Now… Where was I? Oh well… I suppose I shall just start over," D smiled as he walked to the next village, singing.
Excitement abounds
I almost can't wait
Relax, I don't want your baby
I already ate
Though I do tend to generally kill
Kill things that don't fight back
I see this village
What does it hold?
What shall I butcher them with
Fire or cold?
Running from me sure you'd think
'He's a pathological bloodthirsty homicidal maniac!'
I'd kill kittens and puppies and bunnies
I'd maim toddlers and teens and then more
You see a wife? I see a widow
But what then?
Can't you see?
I'd kill four!
I want to incinerate and decapitate
I want to melt
Want to melt some faces
Watching the peasants...what do they call it?
Ahh...grieve!
I suppose that being undead there's not much to life
A soul is needed for loving...feeling...
How does this all not make me...what's that word again?
Heave!
You've nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run
Your village will burn like the heart of the sun!
With infinite glee
It's going to be me
That slaughters the world!
How could I glare into these eyes
And then not stab them?
How could I stare at their loss
And then not laugh?
I'd cut him in half
Then I'd graft
His head back onto his shoulders
Or after I'd lop it
I'd make a puppet
On top of a staff!
I am a lord that is sometimes bored
Have some urges and need to fulfill them
After my mayhem I simply don't...what's the word?
Care!
The stench in the air
The smell of the gore
The carnage far greater than any war
My legacy
Death becomes...me!
I'll slaughter the world
END
I repeat, I do not own the music, or any elements here. I own only D, and not the song or the hero who tried stopping D. R n R. Thank you and goodnight.