Well I didn’t expect that at all. First I have a Facebook stalker, who leads me to England and traps me in The London Dungeon (now that’s just ironic), turns out he’s working with angels but is much worse than one.
“What are you then” I ask, getting sick of this.
“In time, you will surely find out sweetheart, but first I have to kill some of your friends” He replies.
I hate it when people call me cute pet names, it makes me mad. I’m a demon not a sweet innocent girl.
“Don’t call me, just what’s your play asshole” I say to him, ready to kill him first.
“Don’t you dare mess with me” I create fire from my hands.
“It seems you leave me no choice, Lilith” my name sounds hateful from his mouth.
His body starts to change, flesh peels off his bones, horrible cracking sounds. It sounds like something of nightmares. Just what the hell is he?