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ANGEL “Luckily you didn’t cúm, my initial plan was to cut out his tongue and then fuck your pússy with the same knife,” He continued, mania burning in those silver depths. I recoiled at his cruelty, he didn't even feel any remorse for killing an innocent person? Not just any person, but my only friend. “It’s my body, I can have sex with whoever I want. Anyone can make me cúm! You don’t own me to be this jealous!”

The world outside seemed to make fun of me, with all the orange shadows that rose to the eaves of the window, confirming that that was my destiny; fire, blood and ashes. I lay down with the loudest chords of that sad and touching song, which talked about taking an angel by the wings and begging for another time of life, begging him to stay. I still had the crown in hand when I felt the music touch my soul, when a chorus of voices whispered the song like a prayer, and I cried. I cried for the music and the sadness I felt in Vraxlon's words. I cried for the human bodies that died before that one and for the weight it meant to carry that soul. I cried for understanding the revolt of the lesser

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

He took her in and cared for her like a sister. "Connor Weston!" Chris grabbed him by the collar, his eyes blazing. "You're an idiot. Sylvia loves you, and only you! "That ambush was an accident, a trap set by the Craw family! What does Mr. Kline's decision have to do with it? He sacrificed his life in that mission too!" Connor shoved his hand away. "I'm done talking about this. I have other work to do. As for Sylvia…" he paused, his voice dropping to a whisper. "When she's done throwing her tantrum, she'll come back on her own."

If it had been him screaming for help. The thought makes my stomach twist. I swallow hard, forcing down the sting rising in my throat. Because only now do I truly understand what he must have gone through. The desperation. The rage. The fear. The helplessness of knowing someone you love is suffering somewhere … and not knowing if you’re already too late. The lyrics wrap around my chest like a tightening band. I’m an angel with a shotgun … shotgun … I bite the inside of my cheek to keep myself from crying some more — these days it doesn’t take much — but the significance of this song, this moment is just too great.

Please Allah help me out" I thought crying "Please don't touch me,am too innocent for this,please leave me and let me go" I pleaded crying "We can't grant you that wish,we won't hurt don't worry,we only want to have some fun with you, that all" "Help!"I yell He slapped me hard" if I should hear one more word from you,you will be dead" I refuse to answer as I scream again "Help me! Please someone......should.....help me" I said crying

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

All life disappeared and I was on a great high, all the way up on cloud nine. "Get away from her." I rocked myself with my hands on the sides of my ears. My eyes got bloodied as the high took me in a funny daze. I began to twirl around with tears dripping down my eyes and the heartless man who silently remained doing his blunt. It was a day of doom-like my daily days of life. I didn't deserve to live if she wasn't here with me. The high began rushing through my head as the sirens were heard coming to our direction. The man got out but I didn't, disloyalty were those in the blood of strangers.

We needed to end him and his reign of fuckery. “I want to thank each and every one of you for aiding us today,” Angel said to the large crowd of those who will go today. “Like it was mentioned, there are many innocents with them. However, not everyone who claims to be innocent actually is. Use your best judgment. We can always sift through everyone once this is over. They have taken women, men, and pups, using them however they see fit. The depravity that we’ve witnessed while planning this has been truly heartbreaking. Today, as we go on towards victory, we do this for our pack – a pack that’s a family. We also do this so that the vile bastards can’t continue hurting others. Thank you for s