Week 27

As soon as the demon called on me from his ridiculous and undeserved throne. As his beady little eyes entered my sphere, I was so intertwined with it that I could smell it’s breath containing all of its intentions to imitate. It was to imitate each and every “villain” it had ever known or come into contact with. It was the same old fucking story, and I simply didn’t have the time, interest, or quota of ignorance handy to engage. It, and the rest of the crowd, were going to follow each other into the abyss of eternity whether I made some sort of heroic monologue or not, and I was laughing. I…