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i saw another demon today. it was carrying a briefcase and talking to hell. normal phones have cords. this one didn't. phones to talk to the devil don't need cords. the demon had little horns that no one else could see. none of the normal people could see them. i guess other demons could.
i've seen what's in the briefcases the demons carry. contracts. contracts with people who have sold their souls. maybe if i burn the contracts, they'll get their souls back. maybe not. i think i'd have to kill the demon to get the briefcase. i'll have to ask saint peter what to do. he comes to me some nights when i can't sleep. i'm not sleeping much lately because i want to see saint peter again. he's nice. he tells me that i shouldn't kill demons until i'm ready. i think i'm ready, but saint peter knows best.
he gave me a knife. saint peter did. it's a small one. maybe i'll get a bigger one once i kill some demons. maybe not. it's blessed by saint peter. he said it was. if it was normal, it couldn't hurt demons. i cut myself on it by accident and saint peter said to be careful. it bled a bit but not much. i bleed red. i like saint peter. he's nice. when he says i'm ready, i'm going to kill a demon. i'll have to catch one alone, because they travel in groups, with their briefcases and hell-phones. i'll have to make sure they're not talking to the devil when i kill one, because saint peter said that would be bad.
i'm not sleeping a lot any more. saint peter showed up last night and said i'm almost ready. but if i fall asleep, demons are in my dreams. if i'm ready, maybe i'll stop dreaming about them. maybe not. the dreams are scary, but i know they're dreams. they're not real, like the demons.
i have a knife to kill demons. i killed one today. he was alone, and talking on his hell-phone. i heard him say he'll call back once he gets to the office. but he didn't get to the office. i knew he was a demon because he had the horns. saint peter said i was ready, so that's why i was looking for a demon. the demon didn't know saint peter sent me. he said go away you filthy bum i don't have any money for you. that's okay. i wouldn't want hell money anyway. i stabbed him with the knife. he looked surprised that a bum would have a knife from saint peter. he bled some. it was red. but not like my blood. it was darker. then he died. i took his briefcase and burned the contracts inside. then i ran. saint peter said i can't stay around and take credit because the police don't believe in god. they would lock me up and keep me from killing demons.
there's one less demon now. saint peter said i did good. then i fell asleep. no dreams about demons. that's good too. i'll kill another tomorrow. demons are stupid. i bet i can kill a lot of them.
i've seen what's in the briefcases the demons carry. contracts. contracts with people who have sold their souls. maybe if i burn the contracts, they'll get their souls back. maybe not. i think i'd have to kill the demon to get the briefcase. i'll have to ask saint peter what to do. he comes to me some nights when i can't sleep. i'm not sleeping much lately because i want to see saint peter again. he's nice. he tells me that i shouldn't kill demons until i'm ready. i think i'm ready, but saint peter knows best.
he gave me a knife. saint peter did. it's a small one. maybe i'll get a bigger one once i kill some demons. maybe not. it's blessed by saint peter. he said it was. if it was normal, it couldn't hurt demons. i cut myself on it by accident and saint peter said to be careful. it bled a bit but not much. i bleed red. i like saint peter. he's nice. when he says i'm ready, i'm going to kill a demon. i'll have to catch one alone, because they travel in groups, with their briefcases and hell-phones. i'll have to make sure they're not talking to the devil when i kill one, because saint peter said that would be bad.
i'm not sleeping a lot any more. saint peter showed up last night and said i'm almost ready. but if i fall asleep, demons are in my dreams. if i'm ready, maybe i'll stop dreaming about them. maybe not. the dreams are scary, but i know they're dreams. they're not real, like the demons.
i have a knife to kill demons. i killed one today. he was alone, and talking on his hell-phone. i heard him say he'll call back once he gets to the office. but he didn't get to the office. i knew he was a demon because he had the horns. saint peter said i was ready, so that's why i was looking for a demon. the demon didn't know saint peter sent me. he said go away you filthy bum i don't have any money for you. that's okay. i wouldn't want hell money anyway. i stabbed him with the knife. he looked surprised that a bum would have a knife from saint peter. he bled some. it was red. but not like my blood. it was darker. then he died. i took his briefcase and burned the contracts inside. then i ran. saint peter said i can't stay around and take credit because the police don't believe in god. they would lock me up and keep me from killing demons.
there's one less demon now. saint peter said i did good. then i fell asleep. no dreams about demons. that's good too. i'll kill another tomorrow. demons are stupid. i bet i can kill a lot of them.