Guise Of Demons
What did you do today, my lovely?
Oh, terrific torture. Thirty thousand three hundred sixty-six, I starved to death this day.
Ah, truly the ultimate. Slow and compelling.
Forty-two, I burned to a crisp.
Mmm, provocative pain. But so quick.
I pushed eleven hundred sixty-nine to murder, five hundred eighty-two to murder a loved one. Fifteen thousand fifty-three, I doused with disease. Four thousand four hundred thirty-two of these were children.
Oh joy, so many children. They will suffer so whilst their mothers and fathers weep.
Yes. They will weep, then drop to their knees to pray to me. When all is done, they will thank me for taking their precious treasures to my heavenly kingdom.
You devious beast. It brings you great amusement to toy with these pathetic beings.
I claimed six children and their mother. They screamed my name in an inferno of flames. I let the seventh child live.
Oh, to know sweet suffering, and wait, wait, don’t tell me. The father thanked you.
For sparing his son. A miracle, he claims.
Perfection. How do you do it?
There will come a giant wave next. I will claim fifty thousand.
You mustn’t, my precious. They will surely find you out.
I will snuff out tens of thousands in mere minutes and they will all call to me for mercy.
And those surviving will thank you.
They will adore me more than ever.
Note from the author: These numbers are not exaggerated. Thirty thousand people starve to death every day!!!!!