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Satan's voice lulls me awake. I remember my dream and I smirk.
"Today is the day. They will die." I viciously mutter, hate dripping from my words.
I can feel the hatred surround me, consuming my very being. Satan whispers in my ear, feeding me lies and truths. I don't know what's real anymore. I can't tell. I'm in a haze, but I don't want to come down from this high. It feels good.
Can you just smell their blood? Can't you feel it? Dripping, leaking, oozing, their blood is all yours.
"Their blood is all mine. I own them now. I will play with them, tear them to pieces." I say, my voice deadly.
Who first?
"Father, who first? Is that even a question?"
Then who, my son?
"I think you already know."
My eyes flash red, my heart pounding in my chest. I'm excited, I can feel it. I can hear screams, I can feel the terror raging through my victim's body. It fuels me. It makes me want more.
I march into a room, my eyes focusing on my target.
"Time to die, Sheimi~" I sing, smiling the whole time.
I draw my sword, my flames erupting. I stalk ever so slowly to the petrified girl, getting drunk on her fear. I breath it in, I feel it, and I live it. It's intoxicating and I know if I do this, I won't stop. But I don't care. They will pay and they will die and they will suffer.
Sheimi screams, her blood on my face.
"Bye, bye. Say hello to eternity for me, will you?" I whisper in Sheimi's ear before she takes her final breath.
"See, Sheimi. You weren't an angel. You never were." I say, before walking out of the room, shutting the door behind me.