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Oh, wellā¦ HELLO THERE. Ohācrapāsorry, did I scare you? I canāt really help it. I guess Iām kind of scary? I think it might be the tattoos. Of course, maybe itās the horns. Or my reputation? I donāt know. GreatāIām making such a good first impression. Damn it. Why canāt I be one of those teddy bear type guys? WHY, for the love of goāoh, shit. Youāre still here? You mean, I HAVENāT scared you off yet? OH MY GOSH YOUāRE SUCH AN AMAZING PERSON. I love you.
Moving on.
This is my lifeās story. Oh, wait. I guessā¦ this is more my weekās story. But, uh, enjoy it anyway. If I wasnāt me, I think Iād laugh at the poor sap that went through all of this. But, that sap is me, soā¦ uhā¦ yeah. I donāt plan on laughing. But you can laugh. I mean, if you actually can laughā¦ Anyway, this is how it went. Initiate FLASHBACK. Wooā¦ooā¦ hooā¦
I held my breath as I watched all the lights abandon their posts, fleeing my sight as though souls headed to the afterlife, leaving only darkness in their midst. I wonder, sometimes, if the light is so greatādoes it realize the disaster that follows its absence? Does it realize that by leaving, it allows the darkness his evil escapade? Really, if the light is so sanctimoniousā¦ why? Why would it leave? Someone who allows bad things to happen, well, theyāre just as bad as the person who does bad things. Donāt you think? I always thought so. Thatās why I donāt really give a damn about doinā wrong. Iām gonna be the bad guy either way, whether I do it myself or wander off and let someone else do my dirty work. Really, isnāt it worse to let someone else soil their hands? Then there are two bad people, instead of just me. So, according to that logic, Iām actually a good guy. Right? People just donāt take the time to think outside the box. They see a manās hands covered in red, and they think heās a freaking demon. They donāt take the time to think why his hands are red. They donāt see me as a good guy, and I guess Iām really not, but they could at least give me a chance. Arenāt diamonds buried in unpleasant, hard-ass rock? And when you finally get to āem, well, arenāt they ugly as hell? Arenāt I kinda I like that? Sure, I donāt have the best professionā¦ I mean, Iām no doctor or plumber or some useful chap like that. And, yeah, I guess Iām not Mr. Charisma sittinā pretty on a high horse born of the acceptance of othersā¦ but, deep down, Iām okay, arenāt I? Iāve got a diamond in there somewhere, donāt I? Some small sparkle deep down in my soul? Doesnāt everyone have a diamond somewhere? What happened to donāt judge a book by its bloody cover? What happened toātoāoh, forget it. Maybe Iām wrong, actually. I forgot. I donāt have a soul. Well, I sorta have oneā¦ but it isnāt exactly mine, is it? Wellānot yet. I mightāve lost it, but Iām gonna get it back. Sure I am. Iāll get it back. Letās see, thereās four of them in hereā¦ right? Oh, wait. I only need three. Well, isnāt one of these folk just lucky as a clover? Damnationāgood for that little soul.
A sound startled me as I crouched in the bushes, but I relaxed when I realized it was me that exhaled. Turns out I kept holding my breath as my mental tangent rambled on. Why do I always do that? Sure, thereās more risk doing it this way, but come on. Thereās no need to go through these half-assed pep talks every time. I mean, Iāve been at it for almost six years now. And before that, when it was easier than frosting a cake (well, actually, most things are easier than frosting a god-damn cake), I was doing it forā¦forā¦umā¦ well, I donāt know actually. Itās kind of a blur. I know it was a long time though. JeezāI wonder how old I am? Letās see, seventeen plus six plusā¦well, it would be at least another six, but it was probably more like twelve, or was it nineteenā¦ or fifteen? Twenty-three? God, I donāt know.
Looking around, I realize my surroundings changed. Iām inside the house now. A familiar, kinda salty smell greets me. It envelopes my hand, which I guess isā¦wet? Oh, right. Blood. Duh. I hear a soft whimper from under a red sheet. Well, actually, it was a white sheet. Thatās obvious from the small corner left pristine. It looks out of place, one white corner when all the rest is saturated in hemoglobin. DamnāI love that word. Hemoglobin. It soundsā¦ it sounds so damn adorable! Like, a cute little chubby goblināa green one, all round with stubby little appendages and big eyes and a round shape. Theyād be fat and tiny, but theyād band together and smother you in cuteness. Then, with your dying gasp, youād yell, DAMN YOU HEMOGLOBINS! But, it wouldnāt be them that killed youāyou see, youād laugh yourself to death at the ridiculousness of getting killed by something as innocent-sounding as hemoglobin. Hemoglobin. Hemoglobin. I just canāt help but smile when thinking that word. Hemoglobin. Hemoglobin.
āHemoglobin,ā I say softly, exposing my grin with a chuckle. The whimpers catch my attention again. āOh, you still alive? Sorry ābout that. Iāll end your pain,ā lifting back the heavy sheet, I see a womanāunharmedāand a guy with a knife in his chest. Huh. I only stabbed one? What was the other resistance, then? Crinkling my brow, I scan for the other knife, but I canāt see it. I really should stop daydreaming in the middle of murder. Itās so easy to miss important detaiāāFuck!ā
Clenching my teeth against the shot of pain, I wrap my hand around the wrist of the woman. āW-well, at least I found my k-knife, huh?ā With a strained smile, I use my other hand to firmly grasp her chin. One obtuse angle later, accompanied by a snap, she fell limp next to the man. Probably her husband. I mean, unless sheās just an unlucky mistress or something. Pulling out the blade she buried in me left side, (itās kind of sad, she was aiming for my heart and missed terribly) I finish off the man.
One thousand four hundred and ninety nine.
Only one more to kill.
I knew there were two children in this household. I figured I should go find one of them. And, frankly, thatās what I did. The other was probably hiding in a crevice somewhere or maybe she wasnāt home at all. I didnāt really care. It wasnāt really my problem. I had killed the allotted 1,500 people. No need to worry about another. I remember thinking how I was good and free now, wasnāt I? My contract had been completed. I had kept my bit of the deal, so now it was time to claim the reward. It was time for the other guy to lift his end of the couch.
Too bad I was such a freaking idiot, naive and easily deceived. Of course it was a farce from the beginningāI canāt even really call it treachery, it was so obvious this would be the outcome. Wellānot THIS in particularā¦ This situation is one I wouldnāt have even begun to dream of, but I mean the whole reason Iām in this situation in the first place. Ah, well. I guess thatās what happens when you piss off the devil, eh?
I wonder what sheāll be like. I never did see her that day, when I killed her family and burned her house down to ashes. I suppose sheād be pretty pissed with me. I suppose she can join the club, though. I never was Mr. Charisma, was I? No one ever really liked me, honestly. But, really, this is such a drag. I go through the trouble of massacring 1,500 people, scaring the cops into instantly closing every case connected to me, and doing it the old fashioned wayāas a humanish beingātoo. And THIS is what I get? It was bad enough being demoted to a contract demon, but signing my soul to the girl I so mercifully allowed to live? What kind of sick joke is this? Cāmon, Lucifer, surely the first punishment was enoughā¦ why do I have to suffer through this as well? WHY?
I guess, secretly, I really am freaking out. Itās like this: I am a demon. Iām a demon that pissed off his master. Iām a demon that got demoted to a contract demon, and was forced to a human form and told to kill a boatload of people. Took me six damned years. On my last massacre, I let one girl live. Yeah, I took everything from her except her life. Better than actually taking her life, too, right? I wish I was still breathing. But, no, Iām dead. Oxygen is something I canāt appreciate anymore. Life is something I canāt appreciate anymore. But, this girl, who shouldnāt have gotten any sort of vengeanceāsheās gonna be my new master. God knows what sheāll have me do. Obviously, with her probably hating me and all, it wonāt be all that nice. And the worst partāat this rateāIāll never be free.
My ears coaxed me out of my internal rant just as Lucifer started finishing up his lectureāor whatever the hell this was. Sentencing, more like it. My anxietyāas Iāve come to realize thatās what it isāwas already showing.
āOh, one more thing, before I forget,ā he said.
āHm? Oh. Whatās that, master?ā
āItās quite amusing, actually. Be sure to read the last page. She can hurt you, kill you even,ā his smile was extra malicious, and it was directed toward me. What was wrong with me? Itāsā¦ I felt my hands shaking. Looking away from him and down to my hands, I sat and watched them tremble. It felt like my very soul wasā¦I donāt knowā¦ paralyzed by a tingling sensation. Itāsā¦ it was unpleasant. More unpleasant then the snake-like hiss in my ear.
āYou always said you wanted to remember what life felt like. Well, here you are, son. Enjoy your precious life and the fear that comes with it.ā
With that, he left me, a trembling form alone in the woods. I was terrified. I hadnāt felt fear in, arguably, decades. SureāI had felt pain, but I never had to fear for my life. I have no blood in my veinsā¦ at least, I didnāt. Nowā¦ Well, frankly, at this rate I wonāt have any left. What, with the empty hole from the woman now animated as a blackened river. Isnāt blood supposed to be red? Well, mine is black. I guess itās a reminder that my life is fake, but realer than it was at the same time. I guess Iām some sort of half dead humanoid thing. Isnāt that nice. I know I wanted to be human, but this is ridiculous. Iād rather be a full demon than whatever this is.
Oh, right. Well, thatās the end of my little flashback of sorts. As you can see, Iām still in the woods, keeled over pathetically with my sticky blackened hands trying to keep this tar inside of me, shaking out of strain and fear. What a pathetic picture I must be. But, Iāve made a decision. I already died once. Iām not going to again. So, Iāve gotta convince this girl to release me from the contract Iām about to sign. I donāt care how long it takes me. Iāll get my freedom. Iāll get it ācause it should already be mine. Iāll do it, just you waitā¦
Just you waitā¦
Iāve just gotta get pumped up. Yeah. YEAH. Bring IT on. BRING IT ON, FOOLS. Iām ready to get through thisāIāll make her see my side of it and sheāll let me go. Heāll see that Iām not that easy to punish. I never was a downer. DepressionāHA, I laugh at depression in the face! Or, uh, something like that. I wonder when this chick will get here? Maybe I should try to look a little less patheticā¦ I should radiate the strength I possess. Iāve just gotta push myself uā
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New plan. Iāll justā¦chill with the wormsā¦ for a bit. Hahā¦ I mean, yeah. Something without any bones, theyāre prettyā¦ehā¦badassā¦ I guess Iāll justā¦ take notes or somethingā¦ get in goodā¦ and make āem my peepsā¦ I love you, wormsā¦
Yeahā¦ Iām not going to master egocentrism any time soon. Thanks for listening to my little story, King worm. Whatās that? You arenāt the king? Well, you fucking should be. Iād bow down to you. I think Iāll name you George, and youāll be my best friend. Weāll be inseparable. The demon and the worm. Yeah. King George the Royal Worm of Awesomeness. I love you, Your Highnessā¦ Gahā¦ I will never daydream at work againā¦ uhgā¦ the agonyā¦
You know, G-Georgeā¦ I thinkā¦ I think I donāt like life very much anymore.
"The end... and the beginning"
Already in the morning, she had such a tickling feeling, such an unusual feeling. Because of her unusual clumsiness, her favourite tee cup shattered into small little pieces. Seriously, something like that was always a bad omen. Though Usha never believed in something like 'misfortune'. For her, there is only hard reality. And that's all there is. But the feeling remained so that she did not pick those pieces up - she just stared at them. "Sister...? Are you okay...?", a male voice sounded from her back which made her turn around and break her trance. It was her little brother. Inside, she was angry that she expected him to call for her - but that is just impossible. "No hell. Hurry up picking up those splinters and don't annoy me with your useless questions." - She did it again. She was cold towards his kind little brother again, who obeyed her and did just like she ordered him to do. Indeed, it annoyed her that she never could express herself clearly. She was not normal, that was her conclusion. Why couldn't she just say: I am unharmed. Thank you for asking. What's so difficult about that? ...- Everything, she answered her own question. She knew it. She would never be able to show gratitude to someone. Some time, in the near future, they will betray her. And she betray them.
She shook off those useless thoughts and get on her motorcycle. Yes, she did not go to school anymore. She already graduated, with some good grades, although her being absent everytime influenced her good grades. But she did not care. She didn't plan to work anyway, there were always people who wanted to work for her. So why sweet herself? It would just look stupid. "Felicia." Her thoughts were interrupted by a strong, manly, but old voice. She turned around and looked into her step fathers face. He already was this old - with many wrinkles on his face and glasses on his nose, but still, his carefree person could someone still see. It somekind hurts her that he looked at her with such begging eyes. But... Usha turned around and started the engine while uninterested saying: "What do you want, old man?", without really wanting to say it. With a side glance, she noticed the deep frown on his forehead as he responded: "I - ... I am always here for you. I'll always be here. Please trust me more." Although he only said that much that time, Usha knew that he wanted to say even more. What he planed to say is until now kept being a secret from Usha - because she just rolled her eyes and rode away.
That day, she had an appointment with someone called 'Mister Garamond' - a guy that as rumors said, had some bunch of money, although more than the half of it were not legal. But it was not in Usha's interest. It was alone the money that made her go to their meeting. Mister Garamond waited for her in a CafƩ... that is what he said. Only that. But Usha already being familar with the criminal world, the only CafƩ which made sense to meet were the one where the owner is as timid as hell - CafƩ Buenno, where the owner did not call the police. He was a too scared quite young man, who is just one unlucky guy having his CafƩ in this town full of criminality. Outside, as Usha came, she already noticed many motorcycle being parked. It seems like Mister Garamond did not came alone. Only that made her making that phone call - just to make sure. They meeting should from the start just be somekind of randez- vous, but him bringing some friends... no, it didn't feel right.
She entered tha CafƩ, and although it was a CafƩ, she smelled strong alcohol and a very thick air - they smoked inside the CafƩ. Usha had to restrain herself not to snatch ther cigarettes and throwed it to the garbage. She forced herself a smile even - what did look very natural (matter of practice) as she spotted a guy with a very shiny vest. He looked like in his 30th and she even noticed that he had one gold teeth. Quite disgust Usha actually, but she remained calm and collected inside, as she played the happy and lovely girl outside. "Felicia Usha. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mister Garamond!" She stated with a melodic voice which even disgust herself and smiled. Mister Garamond could just laugh. "Good to see you, good to see you! How beautiful you are. Take a seat, take a seat!", he said with a quite loud voice. Surely: It annoyed her. But she - playing the lovely type of girl steps to him and took a seat right beside him, bearing his bad breath. "I hope you don't mind me bringing my boys with me! It's just they wanted to see your beauty too. And really, my informant did not lie how beautiful you are! Indeed, indeed. So now, everyone drink! You too, lovely Felicia." She beared that he stroked her head, she beared that he kissed her, she even beared everything. But as he went even further, and his boys even covered for him, she knew his objective soon and told her 'underlings' with a sign to start the plan retreating. Not long after that, a man screamed from outside: Boss boss, out motorcycles! They were destroyed by some masked people! Please come, we need support outta here chasing them! Then everything became a chaos, and Usha had the freedom to grab the purse of Mister Garamond and unnoticed went out of it, successful.
Yes, it was a normal day in her daily life. Did she wanted to went through all of that? That question is difficult to answer. She has a quite distinctive desire for money, may be the cause of her family being poor before, so she probably wanted to go through all of it. In the other side, she hated that the men just wanted her beauty, her charm, her body even. Sometimes it was very unbearable. But she just had that left to do. That was the only thing where she was definitely better at as her twin sister. And only that made her keep continuing.
Then, that day, the event happened. It was not by chance that she came home very late that day. It was always like that, because the competitions and the bets are always being helt at nights, where the police didn't feel any resposibility to strike in. Perfect time, perfect place - and perfect win. She managed to defeat three opponents. The other three where either suddenly sick/ injured or something was the matter with their motorcycle. And you know that Usha is 'innocent' for those lucky events.
She came back, that day. And found the house on fire. Quickly she called the fire brigade, even the ambulance. But everything was too late. Their bodies were all burnt into black corpses. Her mothers, her step father, her little brother, her twin sister and... the boy. She cried that night, the first time for such long time, and the last time in her life - so she sweared to herself.
Then comes the big question... was it a 'by chance' fire? Or someone set the fire in purpose? She already suspected her 'bad friends' as she looked closely to the corpses of their parents. Unusual to see... blood covering all over their bodies? The carbonised smell was definitely strong - but blood was mixing into it, quite strong blood smell. It could not only be a mere set fire. Her parents were actually killed before the fire. But the police was very stubborn. They said that it was a usual accident. Mad? Yes. It was the first time where she literally flipped off. She yelled, scratched, threatened. But those police are low paid ones. They would never get to troublesome cases like that. Or... something else was in the game? Her having some good contacts to small criminals in her district, she picked out a detective's son. Not the lightest person she ever met, but he could gave her some interesting informations: There was a guy, who made the police scared, so that they gave up on catching him. His face is unknown, and his work were often quite reckless, but in the end effective. He was a nightmare, so that detective son. His quirks were easily compared to the event.
He was the one.
The question is, how she could recognize him if she did not even know his face. But if she'd cross way with him, he do beg that he never was alive. Never.
She easily found a place to stay. With her money, she easily live alone without working for years, so it was not on her concern. The funeral is coming soon. And her heart felt empty. She drove around the night city with her motorcycle, as she arrived at the woods. Yes, inside that, there are many memories. Memories she had forgotten. Memories that made her remember at the happy days. She did not notice she shed a small tiny tear. How could she have forgotten all those good memories? She remained on her motorcycle, as then she decided to park and go through the woods. Her eyes were still quite wet, but she herself already calmed down a bit. As then she noticed that small little pathetic looking being: some guy keeled over pathetically with his sticky blackened hands and strangly shaking his body as if he feared something. Did he fear the darkness or something? Usha, although she still feel the sadness of the event, she couldn't help but despite such a creature. Probably some guy without home and work, she thought. "What the hell are you doing? It's really irritating to see someone like you. Piss off somewhere, bum." She said with an irritated tone. He looked like he was in the end of the world. But instead like that, he should better off searching for a job. Yes, she despised someone like him - her expression showed that well. And although she didn't want to have anything to do with him, his black hand were quite concerned her. Was he...? Maybe. Everyone could be him. She just had to know more...
"What's up with your hand?", more straight forwardly as that is impossible; her glare kept alerted. This guy was too strange being a mere bum - that's for sure.
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