12 June 2012
Uro
As I left the half-darks house, I laughed nastily. She was so young and confused - an easy target. But possessing her wasn't the answer, nor was attempting to drive her insane; currently, those two wouldn't work. No game, no fun. I live (well, unlive I suppose) for fun and games, and the thrill of the chase - but most of all when the prey is mine, yet still feebly flutters to get away. Oh, the fun!
My leg ached, and I could feel myself limping, from where the angel had stabbed me. I had to give it to her, as much as I wanted to return the favour, she was a good shot with that dagger of hers, even from far away. She had also lost me a fang - still stuck in her shoulder, I bet. At least it was one of the less sharp ones anyway, and I hate sharpening my fangs. But that didn't mean I wouldn't rip it out of her shoulder. And I'd taken a chunk out of her other leg. Let's see how she could walk then!
I looked around briefly, deciding that I would remain near the little human girl - Erin, my memory whispered - so that I could terrify her and her neighbours with ease - maybe possessing a human friend of hers and making them attack her would work. Maybe if I forced Erin to kill her human friend, made it so that she had no other choice, but then allowed her friend to become themselves again just as the soul separated from the body...I was quickly formulating a plan most vicious and evil.
I might be a demon, but sometimes it feels like I have to have an evil laugh moment, and now was that moment.
Evil laugh.
But anyway, returning to this evil plan of mine-
A familiar scent stopped my thoughts, filling my nostrils; a sickly sweet smell, like honey that had gone rotten (or at least what I imagined it to smell like, because I'd never smelled rotten honey), and it wasn't a pleasant smell. Then I realised, with a small chuckle, why it wasn't pleasant. Well, to me anyway. Humans would've just smelt the sweet honey smell. But I have the nose of a HellHound, and knew what the smell meant.
Angel. We finally had all the players. Let the games begin.
Evil laugh moment.
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