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What was he thinking—his father would be “pleased?” Hes a demon! Hes a disgrace, a disease, a vile creature who only stands as a testament to everything wrong with this world.
Hes a demon. He didnt even bothering cleaning himself from the night before, when he killed Krow, he wasnt planning on going out any more.
He grabbed a medium blade dagger and inspected it, seeing it was the perfect length. He has one demon left to kill, and nothing was going to stop him.
Hes a demon, nobody should care about him. Why should he even write a note explaining why he did what he did? Nobody would care. He held up the dagger and was met by screaming. People were telling him to not hurt Puddy? Why would they think hes hurting Puddy?
No, Puddy isnt the demon. He is. Puddy doesnt deserve death, he does. He hesitated and started to shake. No, he was going to do it.
He plunged the dagger through his heart and bit his tounge to hold back the screams. He wasnt dead—he knows it takes a while, but he wasnt having that. Now that there was an open hole with blooding spilling out, he had a marker where he could stab.
He plunged the sword over and over again until he started choking on his own blood. Puddy watched in horror as he spit out mass amounts of blood. He was feeling dizzy.
He smiled as the world around him started spinning. He weakly and slowly stabbed himself one more time and held the knife. He was wishing he had wrote a note telling people he did this himself.
His eyes started closing. He was leaving. His wrapped around his body as he sat down on hid bed. The world was peaceful, they could all live happily now. The last demon in this place was going to be gone. The voices faded out as he fell back on his bed.
He couldnt see or hear anything. He was dead and he was smiling.
Not all stories end in happiness and love.
Some end dreadfully.