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Still was the night, the air had a furtive nature, the breeze held dark secrets, chill manifested, heartbeats rose and we stood in anticipation. Then on the wind I heard the scream echo, my love, gripped my arm the fear was palpable, the demon appeared, it pointed and cried death at us both and I grinned, we were already dead and filled with spiritual power, I reached out, ripped out the demons throat and my love devoured it. The demon looked with terror in its eyes as I ripped out it’s heart and devoured it myself. In that moment it dropped to the ground and melted. The next day power mourned the head of it’s state, the demon was masquerading in a presidential way.