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Demon God
Living as isolated as I do has its perks. Especially if you want to be left alone for long periods of time. I can go days without seeing another human being and trust me that is better for them. Killing isnt what I want to do but it's a need. I need to kill before I can't control myself. If I dont control myself then Things have a way of getting out of hand and that is dangerous. Not only for the people I come into contact with but for myself as well.
It became apparent a long time ago that things weren't normal for me. From a very young age, I showed signs of being different. Signs of intellect and an aptitude for inflicting pain. With some practice and reserch I learned where preasure pointsof the body are. I have learned how to keep a human alive while cutting them over two hundred times slowly leaking the blood out while I play. There are medications that I have at my disposal that can mute the pain to nothing. I can thin and thicken the blood to my needs. Then on top of this there are minions that follow me. Minions that want nothing more than to please me and never to disopoint. They do but I forgive them for there efforts.
My mother was an angel and my father was a demon. This has lead to me being created. an abomination of controdiction. I need to kill, see and inflict suffering. The thing is I can only do these things to the unjust. People of low moral values. People with hearts as pitch as black. They are my food. They are my joy. Those people hve no idea what is coming for them and I can not be stopped. I saw named Gabriel. Humans seem to think my name is oh god, no. It isnt.
The police have manymany unsolved crimes. Some of them are my fault and others will be my fault when i have had my way. I have one friend on the force he knows who and what I am. We have a long history and he feels like what I do is a good thing. He was braught up by me when Ifailed to save his parents but was able to save him. Aaron Johnson my son or the nearest I will ever get to having one. Looking the way I do isn't conducive to a loving human relasionship. My face looks like melted cheese. I get my looks from my father. My body puts Mr univers to shame. and my moral compass comesfrom my mother. All in all I'm pretty fucked up.
My cabin deep underground buried in the peak district. It takes hours of walking in any direction to find my lair and then it is decised by illusion. There are traps and guards all around set to warn me of any danger.
In my home I have a library. Ok I may have mis lead you when I said cabin. It is like a hidden stately home with so manyroomsI havent even seen them all and I have been alive now for two thousand five hundred and twelve years. I am still in my prime and dont think I wil ever not be but I am tiered. Tired of humas tiered of only ever having minions and Aaron. I want to come out in the open and become known.
It became apparent a long time ago that things weren't normal for me. From a very young age, I showed signs of being different. Signs of intellect and an aptitude for inflicting pain. With some practice and reserch I learned where preasure pointsof the body are. I have learned how to keep a human alive while cutting them over two hundred times slowly leaking the blood out while I play. There are medications that I have at my disposal that can mute the pain to nothing. I can thin and thicken the blood to my needs. Then on top of this there are minions that follow me. Minions that want nothing more than to please me and never to disopoint. They do but I forgive them for there efforts.
My mother was an angel and my father was a demon. This has lead to me being created. an abomination of controdiction. I need to kill, see and inflict suffering. The thing is I can only do these things to the unjust. People of low moral values. People with hearts as pitch as black. They are my food. They are my joy. Those people hve no idea what is coming for them and I can not be stopped. I saw named Gabriel. Humans seem to think my name is oh god, no. It isnt.
The police have manymany unsolved crimes. Some of them are my fault and others will be my fault when i have had my way. I have one friend on the force he knows who and what I am. We have a long history and he feels like what I do is a good thing. He was braught up by me when Ifailed to save his parents but was able to save him. Aaron Johnson my son or the nearest I will ever get to having one. Looking the way I do isn't conducive to a loving human relasionship. My face looks like melted cheese. I get my looks from my father. My body puts Mr univers to shame. and my moral compass comesfrom my mother. All in all I'm pretty fucked up.
My cabin deep underground buried in the peak district. It takes hours of walking in any direction to find my lair and then it is decised by illusion. There are traps and guards all around set to warn me of any danger.
In my home I have a library. Ok I may have mis lead you when I said cabin. It is like a hidden stately home with so manyroomsI havent even seen them all and I have been alive now for two thousand five hundred and twelve years. I am still in my prime and dont think I wil ever not be but I am tiered. Tired of humas tiered of only ever having minions and Aaron. I want to come out in the open and become known.
