I found her in a graveyard.

I remember her saying she was already dead.

she looked down at the various hole in her arm.

a faint sadistic smile drew upon her face

as she came back in an encouraging voice,

"I can feel no earthly pain"

she wanted me to try.

my eyes turned bead and narrow

a fresh-meat-grin grew upon my face

fangs dripping with venom.

my hand works its way along her silky flesh

hip, waist, stomach, breasts

she was so perfect that it was hard to believe she was dead

(the fact she stood and spoke did not help this argument)

finding a resting place on her throat

I draw her face near mine

letting my fangs dance with her cheek

her neck

i whisper in her ear

"make me hate you"

for just a moment she bit her lower lip

in that perfect way

then in a flash she became wicked

with lust and violence

her black gown danced

with her bloody passions as she swung towards me

with vicious fury

a single red drop falls from my cheek

my blood pulsed maddingly

I thrust myselfe at her

in erotic vengeance

one hand opened to grab

one closed tight to pummel

{I black out}

I pry my eyes open slowly

I feel satisfied.

mmmmmmmmmm

i feel a body holding mine

{squeeze} mmmmmmm

its the body of an angel

NO

not an angel

there's blood everywhere

her wings are leathery

A DEMON GODDESS
...

I remember now

the girl,...

she was...

HIS daughter.

too late to worry what the lord

of the underworld will do if he finds out

it happened

he knows

an ungodly voice crawls up out of the mosuleum nearby

"welcome to the family son"

aw fuck

I hate weddings
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Evil is my muse

merh, so whatcha fuckers think?

HAPPY 13TH

GO SCARE SOMEBODY