(Me: A lot of things, Wolva.)
Hircine scowled. Why did he have to fall for some f*cked up feminist!? (To him, feminist) And she didn't even fear death...This was an interesting turn of events, "You do not fear death..." He muttered to himself, then lunged to gouge out her stomach with his spear.
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As Satan's black poison for blood fell onto the pavement, the crowd gasped. Some took pictures, some shouted encouragements for Cthulhu (even the damned hated Senior Diablo) and one little green boy screamed in terror and grief.
"Don't you dare hurt my Pa!" The little Anti-Christ shouted and sprouted a pair of blood red wings similar to his fathers, just his wings, feet, hands, and hair on fire. The boy, no older than ten, dove off of the rooftop and flew straight for Cthulhu's face, throwing weak punches at her eyes.
(I like Pepito!

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