I made a deal with an Angel (Part 12 Final)

I don’t speak Italian. I turn to Fatima as we sit in the back.
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I bet you guys are curious about how I got back to Earth in the first place, huh? Okay, I’ll dish. Do people still Dish? Ugh… I’m just stalling, to be honest. I don’t want to kill you all, I like you guys!
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Asmodai growls, “The fool… he’s not strong enough to summon me.â€
A green light suddenly surrounds me, and I look around, confused as I see runes lighting up at my feet, “Uh… Asmodai…â€
Asmodai is still looking out the window, “His spell likely won’t work… Lucifer is going to truly destroy him if he bites off more than he can chew.â€
I shout, “Asmodai!†The green light all around me is growing and blinding.
Asmodai turns to me just before my vision is cut off, “No! No anyone but you! Get away, Sara!â€
I try to move, but I can’t escape the light that’s all around me. I try to get down to the ground and mess with the glowing runes that are under me, but they don’t move.
“Come forth! Come forth, Lord of Wrath!†I hear the voice of Immunda shout.
The last thing I see is Asmodai’s hands reaching into the light before they fade away. As I see past the runes, the ground below me suddenly changes to the roof of the Halls of Wrath, then all of Hell, and then darkness. Through it all, I can hear Asmodai screaming for me. All the while it feels like I’m speeding toward the top at breakneck speed.
In an instant, the first thing I notice is that the air isn’t hot. That’s a welcome surprise. Then I hear a voice not too far away.
"YES! Behold! The Demon I have brought forth for the ruination of this world! An all-powerful..." Immunda’s voice is heard.
I stand up, stretching my wings as I do so, looking ahead of me.
For reasons I can’t really explain, there’s a priest and a warlock in the same room. In his hands, the Warlock has some little red disk and a black beard, and is covered in weird tattoos. His black robes stink and tattered looking. He’s staring at me in confusion.
“...Succubus?â€
I pour on the charm as I spot him. “Mmm, who… are you? Did you summon me?†I glance down, noticing a binding circle. In his confusion, however, he didn’t say anything about binding me to him or any kind of requests yet. My orders from Lucifer were pretty clear: kill the summoner and then break the seal. So I start working my initial entrance with my eyes, hoping to lure him into the circle.
"I do not understand! I summoned a demonic prince of Hell! I wanted to summon the Prince of Wrath! Who are you?" He says as he walks into the circle I’m currently stuck in.
"Oh, you Summoned me?" I purr as I slide my arms over his shoulders and around his neck, moving closer.
"Summoned and bound,†the idiot says as he runs his hand through my hair.
I try hard, so hard to remain composed, because that hair is my Master’s to run through, not some two-bit mortal with a fancy disk that can summon demons.
I think I hear one of the priests call him a fool as he does this. I agree, he is a fool.
I just giggle for him. “I don't remember hearing the binding words…â€
The look on his face is priceless as I pull him in for a kiss.
Funny thing, I think being summoned makes you thirsty because I am suddenly so thirsty. I drink deep from him, with the intent on killing him. Drinking from Asmodai is like sampling a fine vintage wine. It’s a dry, delicious taste that tingles as it goes down and when it hits your stomach it warms your whole body and leaves you wanting another sip. Drinking from this mortal was different: it was sweet and tasty, sure. I’d say refreshing even. Basically, it was like drinking a Coke--nothing special, but still tasty and satisfying. When I feel pretty much nothing left in my little soda can/summoner, I push him out, making sure his feet hit the circle so it breaks and I can get out. Wouldn’t you know one of the priests saw through my plan and blocks me?
I grasp that you’re all humans, but when a demon gets summoned, even a succubus or lesser demon, and they try to exit their summoning circle without being told? Ouch! It hurt like Hell. Well, less than Hell, but it still hurts! This marks two times I’ve been on earth as a Succubus and both times I’m stuck in a church. I’m none too happy about all of this, plus I know these priests are only human, so I make sure to simper and whine in the center of the circle. Also, point of order, I’m a Hell of a lot more powerful than the first time I came to town, so to speak. I can tell already that holy ground alone isn’t limiting my abilities.
“Good show, Father Thomas!†I hear a British accent. It reminds me of Esmeralda. If he calls me a bog-trotter, I’m going to strangle him.
Despite my whimpering, I notice none of them are buying it, so I just pout, "You guys are jerks! Not even tryin' to help a lady!"
Of course, the main priest isn’t too happy with this. I’m pretty sure he’s not buying it. Why I don’t know. He starts trying to get me to say my name. He tosses holy water at me and it burns like a *******!
"Oh! ****, that burns! Stop! Stop! Okay! Sara! Sara Baker! My name is Sara Baker! ****, stop that!" I shout, hoping that puts an end to Mr. Baptizer.
“What sort of name is that for a demoness?†the Brit chimes in.
“Well, it wasn't my mother's plan for me to be a Succubus!†My sass gets me more Holy Water, of course. “Ouch! ****, stop it! Sorry!†I shout.
I think there’s a French dude somewhere who mutters something about Americans. Makes me want to rip his throat out while humming the Star Spangled Banner.
“Sara... Baker... What do you mean, your mother named you? Do you want me to believe that you were a human before you fell?" the first priest asks.
I roll my eyes. I figured a priest ought to know this ****. “All demons were humans once, don't you know that?"
The priest ignores me and it looks like they’re ready to walk out, leaving me here stuck in a summoning circle. The jerks! But then I notice Immunda getting up, which is impressive because I drained him dry!
At first he looks pretty worse for the ware but then the guy starts looking younger. “I was… mistaken…â€
He’s got something in his hand. I’m not sure what it is but it’s glowing red.
“The ***** should have killed me… now I will bind her, but first to burn you priests to ashes!†Immunda threatens.
Okay, I’m on board if he can manage it. Maybe then he’ll make the same mistake twice and I can escape the circle.
Immunda points his glowing disk at the main priest and shouts out, “Haborym Fire!â€
I roll my eyes. That’s probably the weakest fire spell in Hell. Listen, as a demon you eventually meddle in magic and such. It’s pretty basic if you’re already what they call an ‘ethereal being’. As a mortal, you’re supposed to call upon fire spirits and such, but when you’re a demon, you basically are a fire spirit. Nonetheless, this dude just whipped out Hell’s ‘firestarter’ spell that I might use to light a cigarette.
I had to suppress a laugh, because the main priest not only isn’t phased by it, it seems to have heated up his cross to the point where he can brand Immunda with it. I didn’t want to give myself away, however, so I was quiet while the priest did his thing to Immunda.
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When the priest is done with putting out the world’s worst summoner’s campfire, he looks to me, and the next few minutes are all “Bind her hands†and “Don’t look into her eyes†and all the other nonsense that experienced people would expect. I’m expecting to be hurled onto a fire soon and sent back to Hell.
Honestly, I’m looking forward to it. I really am. Instead, they pop me into an interrogation room. I have no idea what they’re going for here. But the entire time I’m looking for a way out.
The priest from earlier walks in, brown hair, kind of middle-aged guy, brown eyes. I try my normal little tricks on him, but he doesn’t even glance at my ****. I’m a bit surprised but then, holy **** is that Khairunnisa? Did she get summoned too? She’s clearly in disguise, because she’s dressed as a nun, so I try to see if she’ll work with me.
“Please... sweetie... you gotta help me,†I say, pleading.
The priest interrupts me before she can respond, “I’m Father Edward Thomas…â€
That’s when it hits me as I look him over, and look the woman who Khairunnisa is impersonating. I can still feel desire for me from her, but I feel nothing at all from him. Which of course means that he’s not attracted to me at all. “Oh, what the ****. They're making you people priests?" I’ve never heard of a ***** priest but I guess it’s 2018, so whatever, right?
So, I know now that Father Thomas is looking me up on his phone. It’s how I found Jason, after all, but at the time I was seriously freaked out with how much this guy knew about me, just from my name and my date of birth.
As he’s grilling me and I’m answering in ways I’m not comfortable with, I look to Khairunnisa incognito, hoping for some aid here. She keeps swinging that stupid incense thingy and it keeps producing the smoke that makes me talk.
But the weirdest part of this whole interrogation is that I do not remember half of what I said. It was like there was some other part of me talking, a part of me I really barely seem to remember having control over. I’m not sure what I said but I felt like I was crying. I hadn’t cried in years, I mean my eyes might water when Asmodai strangled me in public or shoved his sword into my gut, but not like this. I felt emotions I hadn’t in a long time. The whole time, it was like someone else was doing the talking. I’m trying to pay attention to what I’m saying but it’s difficult.
I start to get really nervous toward the end. I keep talking about Asmodai and I’m so scared I’m going to spill the beans about me and his real relationship. However talking about Asmodai seems to get me back into my normal mood.
“My Master Asmodai…†I can control myself again!
“The Lord of Wrath.†Father Thomas laments, “That explains Immunda’s issue in summoning! He was attempting to summon Asmodai himself, yet instead, we get the one who leeches off his power, like a lamprey.â€
That gets me ****** off to no end, “If my Master came, you’d all be very dead men.â€
“Oh? What is it you believe your master would do to us?†he challenges.
Oh, what Asmodai would do to you, I get hot just thinking about it. I smile to him, “He would swoop down on his mighty dragon, brandish his havoc blade, and swing into you. Wave after wave of you holier than thou kiddie ****ing pricks would come at him as he keeps killing you. He’d tear into you all, no matter how many of you there were.†I am on fire right now.
“How can you be so certain?†he asks me.
I remember how he took care of Ubiel, Mammon, and everyone else who gave us a hard time during our inquisioning days. “I’ve seen him destroy the forces in his own army when they dared to disobey him.†Remembering how he took me after the inquisition gets me going again.
He motions for Khairunnisa in disguise to leave, and I’m running out of options.
I guess my body was turning her on.
“His own forces? I’m sure there are not that many… we could have much more, yes?†Father Thomas must be an idiot.
But I get that far away feeling again so I start to talk about Asmodai again. “My Master commands seventy-two legions of demons, ten thousand strong each. He commands them, they obey, or he destroys them by hand. He is powerful, so powerful, My Master…â€
That faraway feeling grips me again, but mercifully Father Thomas finally excuses himself before I say something stupid like that I’m in love with Asmodai, “Thank you for your time. If you’ll excuse me.â€
I heave a sigh of relief and just lean back in a terribly uncomfortable seat. I’m very certain that, now that they got what they wanted from me, I’m going to be hurled onto a bonfire and sent back to Hell. Again at this point, I would almost welcome it. The incense is burning my eyes and skin and it just hurts.
A minute or two passes, and the British priest walks in, "Sara Baker. Let's start with a few questions, yes? No reason to make this painful."
Painful? That’s an understatement. But this guy is straight. Maybe I can influence him. He’s a priest though, so he’s not stupid, so I start small. “Can you get rid of that incense?â€
“No, it counteracts your musk,†I hear Khairunnisa-in-nun-outfit say, which is funny because the more she talks, the less she sounds like Khairunnisa. I look her over and I realize that she’s not. The incense isn’t bothering her like me, and I can’t see any demonic aura around her. But she looks exactly like Khairunnisa; she’s even bisexual. Well, at least bisexual enough that I can tell she’s attracted to me . But she’s in a nun outfit. I decide to take another approach. “What the Hell is someone like you doing being a nun anyway, sweetness?" Maybe I can seduce the nun and get her to get me out of here.
The priest chimes in with by far the dumbest question that a human has ever asked in the history of dumb human questions, “Are you treated well… where you are?â€
“It’s… Hell…†I answer mockingly. I redouble my efforts on the male priest, hoping to counter the incense with sheer will. "Can you let me out of here? Please? I escaped Hell already, and it's like you guys are trying to make it seem like Hell here on Earth. The incense is burning my eyes and I want to go outside, just once, it's been so long. I want to see the sun. It’s been decades. Please? Father?" I give him the cute puppy dog eyes. Asmodai can never resist the puppy dog eyes, so this mortal has no chance in… yeah.
“First we need to have you answer our questions,†he starts.
More questions! Burn me or get me out of here, but no more questions! I’d rather be in Hell. But I do have a question for him, maybe he’ll answer me. "Could you... at the least tell me what year it is?"
"It's the year of our Lord 2018."
2018! I am trying to do the math in my head. It has felt like decades upon decades and I’ve only been locked up for less than half a lifetime? That can’t be right. "You... you mean like... 2118? or... or 2218?"
The priest shakes his head. “No, my dear.â€
I feel my heart sink. It’s only been a few short decades. I have to get out of here. Now I don’t want to go back to Hell. I start to try and appeal to the priest’s soft spot. I force some tears welling and soon I sobbing. I’m blubbering incoherently and I reach out for the priest’s hand. I’m hoping my pathetic display may at least get me a snack-- I could go for another coke, you know?
Just then the would-be-Khairunnisa rushes the priest out of the room.
At this point, I’ve reached my limit. I’m not going to be in this room another second and I let my anger take hold. I start to channel my Master’s power inside of me, letting my anger and rage overflow, driving me into my berserk state. I slam the table hard, breaking something.
"No! NO! It can't be! It can't! Belial, that sick **** Mammon! That bitch Esmeralda! Every one of them! I wasn't there for only thirty years! I couldn't have! They’ve tortured me for centuries!"
I drag my claws across the table, as I can feel new strength surging through me.
"You bastards! You lying ****s! I was in there longer! You can't tell me every year there was only a few months! You can't!"
I slam my fists down again and now the table breaks. I’m feeling more rage and strength flow through me as I pull my hands apart, snapping the chains. Feeling my rage boiling up, I shoulder-check through the door. I grab the would-be-Khairunnisa and rush past Father Thomas, making my way down the Hallway. I see an older man in robes and grab him as well as I rush down the hallway. I do my best to control myself and I glare at the old man, “How do I get out!†I shout.
The old man shakily points to a set of stairs, which I dash up. I reach a locked door and I look at him. He shakingly pushes his Crucifix into the door with just a look.
I grin and drop him hard on the ground. I think I hear a few of his bones break. The nun in my arms whimpers.
I look at her, my rage subsiding. At this point I know I have to get out of Dodge. So I smile to her, pouring on the charm, “Sorry about all that ugliness, sweetness. What’s your name?â€
She stutters, “Sister Fatima Ghazzawi.â€
I snicker, “Ghazzawi? I think I know a relative of yours or ancestor… Khairunnisa.â€
She frowns. “I-I know no Khairunnisa.â€
I grin. “I’m sure you don’t. Now you’re going to be very quiet, or I’m going to break you in half, okay, sweetness?†I wrap my wings around myself and transform into a nun as well. Before holy ground was a problem for me, but with all the training I had in Hell and the power I had from Asmodai, that wasn’t a problem anymore. Holding her hand, Fatima’s appearance changes as well. I start pulling her out and look around the exit.
There are tons of priests and nuns everywhere. “How do we leave, sweetness?†I whisper to Fatima.
“T-This way…†she points
“Good girl,†I compliment her and we make our way towards the exit.
From here it would have been smooth sailing if not for a little angel brat getting in my way. Someone grabs my arm and dumps water over my head. Only it’s some kind of holy water and man, does it sting! I scream as I feel my disguise break.
“Will you people leave me alone!†I shout, and even to my surprise, my voice echoes through the room.
So standing in front of me now is some cocksure kid, who can’t be older than thirty or so. He’s got a Bowie knife and a trench-coat, ice blue eyes and black hair. I’m certain I’ve seen him before but I can’t put my finger on it at the time. “No.†is all he says. So dramatic!
“Then let me spell it out for you! I’m not going back, not now, never! I’m free, if you can’t leave me the **** alone, then you will get a free sample of what I’m leaving!â€
I breathe deep and grin as I think of a middle of the road fire spell, one that Immunda probably couldn’t even dream to cast. It’s called dark flame. I breathe out and cover him in the stuff.
Black flames engulf the twerp and I just giggle to myself, happy that I’m not getting sent back quite yet. I have plans, after all, and not all of them are what Lucifer wanted me to do.
Except my joy is ended pretty quickly as the guy gets up, throwing his burning trench coat aside to reveal why he’s unscathed by my unholy dark flames: He’s a friggin’ angel! Huge white wings spread from his back, so large I wonder how he even kept them concealed under the coat.
“Submit, Demon!†he shouts.
“Oh, are you ****ing serious right now?†He looks young too, and his white silvery wings look so nice, kind of like Lucifer’s but not as grand. “What the Hell… you guys were all dead! No one down there will stop bragging about it! What hole did you crawl out of?â€
“I liked that coat, demon. I will make a new one out of your wings,†he taunts.
He is just so over the top, I kind of like him, you know? I desperately want to seduce him, he’s cute, but more importantly, I don’t want to go back yet and he just reminded me: I have wings! I jump into the air carrying the nun with my tail and head towards the ceiling.
“Release the woman!†The angel shouts at me, as he takes to the air after me.
I get to the ceiling and land, both hooves clicking on it as I hold myself to it using another neat trick I picked up in Hell. I grin at him as I stomp on the concrete ceiling.
“Sorry, choir boy! She’s my snack for the trip!†I give another good stomp, “You’re lucky, Caroler! If they had summoned me wearing my armor, I’d rip your damn arms off! Instead--†I give one last hard push as I feel the ceiling give way, “I’ll just use your own compassion.â€
I watch as the angel rushes down to protect the people below, and then I crawl out of the new hole I made in the ceiling.
I look to Fatima and smile. “Hold on, sweetness, we’re going for a ride.†I slide down a domed roof of sorts with the sister clutching me tightly. Once we land, I disguise ourselves again and look to Fatima. “So get me to an airport now. We’re going to take a little trip to Boston.â€
Fatima shakes her head, “No, I will not help you!â€
I sigh, and kiss her deeply, not a draining kiss of course, and wait for her to kiss back.
Fatima moves toward me as I break the kiss, wanting more.
My fingers go to her lips, they remind me so much of Khairunnisa. “Not yet, sweetness. Right now, you’re going to get me on a plane, okay?â€
She leads me out from a few buildings and down several streets. All of the buildings have are of large marble and feature huge columns.
“Sweetness, where are we?†I ask.
“Vatican City, love,†she says dreamily. “Isn’t it beautiful?â€
I nod, “Very pretty.†I see her tapping on a small flat piece of glass for some reason. “What the hell is that?â€
“My phone?†she asks, showing an image of a small car on it.
“That’s a phone?â€
She nods.
“Where… do you plug it in?â€
“In the outlet, to charge, at night,†she says, still in a trance.
We’re now standing near the street, and I glance around, wondering what we’re waiting for. “Why did we stop sweetness?â€
Fatima turns to me, “I called an Uber.â€
“An Ubiel?†I say, raising an eyebrow.
Fatima shakes her head, “No, an Uber.â€
Suddenly a car comes up to us and Fatima checks her phone and walks towards it.
I follow her.
As we get into the car, she looks to the driver, “Aeroporto di Fiumicino?â€
“Sì sì! nessun problema, sorella.†the driver says.
I don’t speak italian. I turn to Fatima as we sit in the back.
“So I have a friend in Hell, also a succubus, probably an ancestor of yours… has to be because you’re a dead ringer for her. Anyway, what are your parent's names? I’m curious.â€
She’s quiet for a moment, “I have no parents, love.â€
“You… don’t have parents?†I ask, confused.
“I disowned them. They wished me to marry a man and be one of his wives. So I left to a nunnery.â€
I laugh,“Well, damn, girl! Way to go!â€
“Thank you, love… can I…â€
“Oh, sure, I’m feeling hungry… but I still need you so just a sip, okay?†I kiss her again, sipping at her essence, but not too much. It’s funny, she tastes more like a seltzer then a coke.
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By the time we get to the airport and Fatima buys our tickets, we’re off waiting on a flight for a few hours. This is about when I realize that we are both hungry.
We stop to eat, and even as I watch her eating a gyro of some kind, I’m still hungry, but not for the food she’s eating. I think to myself about how, for the most part, I haven’t eaten food in decades. Even now, with it right in front of me, I have no real desire for it. The smell doesn’t make my mouth water; the image of it doesn’t really entice at all.
However what does look absolutely delicious is the young man sitting across from us who keeps giving me looks.
He’s got long blonde hair, looks to be about twenty years old, and is undressing me with his eyes.
I smile and wink at him.
He winks back and blows me a kiss.
I look to Fatima, “Honey, you wait here, I’m going to go grab a bite.â€
Fatima just nods.
I saunter over to him, as I do I change my appearance a bit, enough where I wouldn’t be recognized when someone starts looking for this guy. I walk up to him, smiling.
“Hi there handsome… please tell me you speak English?â€
He laughs, “A little English… a little…†He looks me over, “Bello… molto bello.â€
I brush some hair over my ear and lean down to kiss him. I smile standing up and motioning to him with my finger. He smiles dumbly and I lead him to a broom closet I manage to spot.
I pull him into the closet, lock the door, and I undo his pants and turn around, dropping my disguise, and pull my thong to the side. I rub my rear against him and he eventually takes the hint.
He thrusts into me… and I miss Asmodai already. I sigh and let him do his thing, drinking more and more of him as each thrust grows weaker. I swear I want to yawn!
Eventually, I hear him gasp, “il mio cuore…†his voice sounding much more tired and old.
I turn to look over my shoulder and grin as I see the life leave his eyes. “Thanks for the meal, cutie.â€
His mummified corpse slumps over and he falls out of me. I don my disguise and waltz out of the closet. After I get near Fatima, I assume my normal human disguise, which is just me before I got transmuted.
Fatima seems to be coming out of her enchantment a bit. “How...was your meal?â€
I frown, “Well he was tasty but his **** was a bit small for my taste. Still, I’m satisfied.â€
Fatima looks disturbed.
I’m about to reaffirm my control over her when she interrupts me.
“That’s our gate. We need to go…â€
We both get up and board the plane. I made her splurge on first class. It’s not my money, after all. Needless to say, I get the window seat. Halfway through the flight, I’m very much enjoying the view. “You know Fatima… I’ve never flown on a plane before. I assume you have.â€
Fatima is quiet.
“I haven’t done a lot of stuff, you know?†I look at her.
Fatima looks scared of me.
I frown, imagining what Esmeralda looks like to me when she was a demoness. “I’m not going to hurt you.â€
Fatima whispers, “You are a demon. How do I trust your words?â€
I lean back in the comfy leather seat, “I don’t know… have faith?â€
“I have faith in God. Not a demon,†she responds.
I chuckle, “Hearing that from your face is so strange…â€
“No one in my family is a demon.â€
I roll my eyes. “Well, someone up along the ancestry is, honey. You look just like her. She’s Queen of the Succubi now.â€
Fatima pulls her arms across her chest. “I did not appreciate you kissing me.â€
I chuckle. “I heard no complaints when I was doing it.â€
Fatima glares at me. “You seduced me… you raped me.â€
I sigh. “I made you kiss me - I can only make you do what you wanted to do deep down before the kiss. Deep down, you wanted it.â€
“The deepest part of my lust? Yes… you’re beautiful. But you’re a beautiful poison.â€
My heart sinks at that, and I look at the view out the window. After some time, I whisper, “Sorry.â€
Fatima speaks up, though I’m not looking at her, “What?â€
“I’m sorry for kissing you. You were my only way out, okay?†I admit. “You forget about things like rape when the whole world around you is nothing but violence and horrors.â€
Fatima is silent for a short time and then breaks in with, “I forgive you.â€
I look at her, and she’s smiling oddly. “What’s with you?â€
“I didn’t know a demon could ask for forgiveness. Maybe there is hope for you.â€
I scoff. “My soul isn’t mine. It’s not getting saved, Sister, don’t get my hopes up.â€
“Hope is all someone like you must have to survive,†Fatima continues.
I sigh. “I gave up on hope. I just make do with what I have.†I’m silent for the rest of the trip.
When we finally land and deplane, I head out holding Fatima's hand. I look to her oddly as she pulls her habit up over her nose and mouth for some reason, pulling the top of it to cover her forehead. “What are you cold?â€
“Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar!†she shouts.
Suddenly everyone around me is panicking and I see cops rushing toward her. I let go and make a mad dash into a crowd of people as she’s tackled by security officers and people start shouting into radios. Luckily it’s absolute chaos in the airport and I manage to get out of the place.
I easily sweet talk a cop into letting me go to see my sick mother and from there I grab a cab. He drops me off near Copley. A few hours later, I dropped by the Internet Cafe to try and look up my son, and that’s when I found this website!
Unfortunately that Angel and Priest have been on my tail ever since I found my son. And now, here I am. Stuck in a catacomb waiting for one of these guys to leave so I can end the world.
But good (bad?) news, Angel boy finally got up to leave! So that means… well, that means I’m going to go unleash Hell now. You guys have been great. I hope my Master doesn’t find you. Maybe, if you’re lucky, you’ll be able to hide or manage to avoid us for a while. I would say hide in a church but the Fallen really don’t care for those, so they will likely destroy every one of them first.
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Man, that’s… kind of depressing right? I actually like some of you! You’ve been so sweet… and I’m afraid of what might happen to my family in the chaos of the world ending… I’ve been ordered to break the seal, so I really can’t ignore it… I… I think I feel guilty. I haven’t felt like this in so long. I feel guilty about having to do this! I’m so sorry, guys, I am. Can you forgive me? Please? Well… if not, then I get it. Oh... and best I can do on that selfie
I’ve got to go now. Here’s my outro folks! It’s been fun!


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