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God's Little Princess Part 4

A couple of days have passed by since Gabriel, the archangel and older sister of Lucifer, made herself comfortable at the Gravely residence and inside the town of Brimstone. She partook in much of the family's usual activities such as shopping with the girls, wrestling with her unwilling brother, and even joined them during karaoke night at the local bar Dante's Inferno. She found herself enjoying the company of her new human family and the company of her fallen brother. Lu didn't want to admit it but he too was starting to warm up to his sister's presence after a long millennia of not seeing or speaking to each other. To him is was nice to have a sister in his life, despite her having a little too much fun with some alcoholic beverages. 

What Gabi really enjoyed the most on earth was spending time with her new nieces. She could see why her other brother Mike liked them so much. They each reminded her of herself when she was young once. Together they hung out at the local arcade, explored the small shops in the mall, and even checked out a movie. Now the three of them are roaming the clean sidewalks and are off to their next destination. Both Rosemary and Regan asked plenty of questions for their wild aunt, to which Aunt Gabriel was more than happy to answer.

"What was your girlfriend like?" Asked Regan, only to be nudged by her older sister as a warning.

"Hey no worries. It's cool to ask." Gabi assured her new nieces. "She was pretty great. She was into meditation and anime. Heck, her and I spent the best few hundred years together. Actually I'm kinda surprised that you two haven't asked why I like girls to begin with."

"Why? It's nothing new to us or anything." Rosemary said. "Our mom's coworker is married to a man, and their daughter is a friend of mine."

"And our mommy told us to be kind and respectful to how everybody lives their lives." Regan added. 

"Kind and respectful? I like that policy." Gabi beamed with a grin. "And besides, I figured that there's more crazy, religious zealots burning in the lake of fire than there are gay people."

"Our mom said that too." Rosemary chuckled. "Okay, I got a question for you. So if Mike is the captain of the guard, what do you do?"

"I'm kinda like a private investigator. Weird, cosmic stuff happens and the Council sends me to check it out. Sometimes I get to beat up bad guys and rescue the damsel-in-distress too. Keep them coming. I like answering your questions."

"How come you don't like demons?" Regan asked.

"More personnel stuff, huh? Alright, think of angels and demons like the Jedi and Sith from Star Wars. One represents the light, the other the dark. Angels are meant to protect the innocent while demons are meant to corrupt them. Demons are also violent, selfish, and live off sin. I mean seriously, is there such thing as a nice demon?"

"Lilith is nice." Regan spoke up.

"Yeah, and so's our friend Dominic." Rosie also added.

"Scrugs is nice too. Legion is a little scary but he's nice too."

"Some of Lu's workers are actually pretty nice once you get to know them. Balthazar, Ghuul, and Moloch are cool. Even Lu can be nice. Do you think he's anything like the demons you described?"

Gabi fell silent with her smile fading from her face. She remembered how well she and her brother got along, before his eventual fall. His fall from grace, his betrayal hurt their family severely, especially her and Michael.

"Are you okay, Gabi?" Rosie asked.

"Yeah. Yeah I'm fine." The archangel assured them, snapping out of her moment of depression and back into her upbeat attitude. "Hey, I got a question for everyone. Anyone hungry?"

Both Rosemary and Regan nodded and followed their aunt into a building that was all to familiar to them. Gabi held open the door and the girls walked inside the popular tavern Dante's Inferno.

"So why were you and your girlfriend fighting?"

"I don't know. She mentioned something about a drinking problem. Can you believe that?"

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God's Little Princess Part 4
A couple of days have passed by since Gabriel, the archangel and older sister of Lucifer, made herself comfortable at the Gravely residence and inside the town of Brimstone. She partook in much of the family's usual activities such as shopping with the girls, wrestling with her unwilling brother, and even joined them during karaoke night at the local bar Dante's Inferno. She found herself enjoying the company of her new human family and the company of her fallen brother. Lu didn't want to admit it but he too was starting to warm up to his sister's presence after a long millennia of not seeing or speaking to each other. To him is was nice to have a sister in his life, despite her having a little too much fun with some alcoholic beverages. 

What Gabi really enjoyed the most on earth was spending time with her new nieces. She could see why her other brother Mike liked them so much. They each reminded her of herself when she was young once. Together they hung out at the local arcade, explored the small shops in the mall, and even checked out a movie. Now the three of them are roaming the clean sidewalks and are off to their next destination. Both Rosemary and Regan asked plenty of questions for their wild aunt, to which Aunt Gabriel was more than happy to answer.

"What was your girlfriend like?" Asked Regan, only to be nudged by her older sister as a warning.

"Hey no worries. It's cool to ask." Gabi assured her new nieces. "She was pretty great. She was into meditation and anime. Heck, her and I spent the best few hundred years together. Actually I'm kinda surprised that you two haven't asked why I like girls to begin with."

"Why? It's nothing new to us or anything." Rosemary said. "Our mom's coworker is married to a man, and their daughter is a friend of mine."

"And our mommy told us to be kind and respectful to how everybody lives their lives." Regan added. 

"Kind and respectful? I like that policy." Gabi beamed with a grin. "And besides, I figured that there's more crazy, religious zealots burning in the lake of fire than there are gay people."

"Our mom said that too." Rosemary chuckled. "Okay, I got a question for you. So if Mike is the captain of the guard, what do you do?"

"I'm kinda like a private investigator. Weird, cosmic stuff happens and the Council sends me to check it out. Sometimes I get to beat up bad guys and rescue the damsel-in-distress too. Keep them coming. I like answering your questions."

"How come you don't like demons?" Regan asked.

"More personnel stuff, huh? Alright, think of angels and demons like the Jedi and Sith from Star Wars. One represents the light, the other the dark. Angels are meant to protect the innocent while demons are meant to corrupt them. Demons are also violent, selfish, and live off sin. I mean seriously, is there such thing as a nice demon?"

"Lilith is nice." Regan spoke up.

"Yeah, and so's our friend Dominic." Rosie also added.

"Scrugs is nice too. Legion is a little scary but he's nice too."

"Some of Lu's workers are actually pretty nice once you get to know them. Balthazar, Ghuul, and Moloch are cool. Even Lu can be nice. Do you think he's anything like the demons you described?"

Gabi fell silent with her smile fading from her face. She remembered how well she and her brother got along, before his eventual fall. His fall from grace, his betrayal hurt their family severely, especially her and Michael.

"Are you okay, Gabi?" Rosie asked.

"Yeah. Yeah I'm fine." The archangel assured them, snapping out of her moment of depression and back into her upbeat attitude. "Hey, I got a question for everyone. Anyone hungry?"

Both Rosemary and Regan nodded and followed their aunt into a building that was all to familiar to them. Gabi held open the door and the girls walked inside the popular tavern Dante's Inferno.

"So why were you and your girlfriend fighting?"

"I don't know. She mentioned something about a drinking problem. Can you believe that?"
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Living With Pets

Living with animals

Can be a chore.

The cat woke at five

He wanted out the door

The dog went out

And came in to puke

On my floor

A delightful breakfast

Combo of cat poo

And clear vomit

There it sits

Awaiting my pleasure

Beneath the paper

Soaking it up.

The cat runs in

And yells for food

How can you think

Of THAT

At a time like this?

He doesn't care

How I feel

All he wants

Is the attention.

The dog stares apologetic

But he isn't doing squat

To clean it up!

I still love 'em don't I? 

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Living With Pets

Living with animals
Can be a chore.
The cat woke at five
He wanted out the door
The dog went out
And came in to puke
On my floor
A delightful breakfast
Combo of cat poo
And clear vomit
There it sits
Awaiting my pleasure
Beneath the paper
Soaking it up.
The cat runs in
And yells for food
How can you think
Of THAT
At a time like this?
He doesn't care
How I feel
All he wants
Is the attention.
The dog stares apologetic
But he isn't doing squat
To clean it up!
I still love 'em don't I? 
#poetry  #dog  #pets  #comedy  #cat 
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Here is a Joke that I Wrote:

At a Restaurant, The Man went over to a Table, and He said to another Man, “My Nickname is Buddy, and I overheard Your Conversation, and did You say, ‘No Buddy,’ or did You say ‘Nobody’? And there is a Bid Difference.” 

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Here is a Joke that I Wrote:
At a Restaurant, The Man went over to a Table, and He said to another Man, “My Nickname is Buddy, and I overheard Your Conversation, and did You say, ‘No Buddy,’ or did You say ‘Nobody’? And there is a Bid Difference.” 
#fiction  #comedy  #humor  #jokes  #joke 
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God's Little Princess Part 3

Kill. Feast. Kill. Feast. Kill. Feast. Kill. Feast. Kill. Feast. Kill. Feast.

The savage thoughts of a lowly scavenger, sometimes referred as a demon's demon. These are only thoughts that ran through its diseased head while it stood strapped against the cold walls. All it could do is open an array of sinister hisses from its plagued maw. Even without eyes it knows that prey is near. The prey, dressed in rubber hazmat suits, kept their distances from the volatile creature. One of them slowly waved a scanner side to side with the scavenger mimicking the same motions with its scrawny head. Prey was so close to the scavenger but it could never reach it. Its forked tongue wagged about for a taste of some fresh meat. It can hear them. The ears, while singed into its molted flesh, listened to all the sounds: the walking, the talking, movement of instruments and tools from one end of the room to another. It sensed the vibrations in the air with each sound and step, and the prey was oblivious to the notion that the scavenger was indeed watching them.

Its snake-like nostrils flickered up and down. It can smell them. It could smell the sweet scent of the prey's perspiration running down their necks and faces, even behind their bio-masks. The prey was afraid of it. They should be. It kills without empathy, or remorse. To say it kills without reason would be an inaccuracy. The only reason it would have to kill is to try and satisfy that relentless hunger that begged endlessly in its shriveled belly. 

The scavenger also knew that they weren't alone. It sensed more prey nearby, but they weren't in the same room. There was a barrier separating them, that much it knew. Four figures were safeguarded behind a wall of glass. The four watchers were Lu, the devil himself, along with his trusted council of Lilith, the succubus secretary, Legion, the dark sorcerer of the Underworld, and Scrugs, the devil's assistant that cowered behind them all. Posted at the large metallic doorway were a pair of demon guards that stood at point and guarded their feared overlord. All their eyes locked onto the imprisoned scavenger and it, even without eyes, stared back at the protected prey.

"It's terrifying!" The bat-like demon Scrugs quivered.

"It's disgusting!" Lilith retorted. 

"It's very pathetic, that's what it is." Lu scolded his staff. "What exactly are we supposed to be looking at, Legion?"

"This was once a miserable soul that was to endure decades of torment has now converted into the creature you see before you." Legion bellowed. "The guards in the vicinity found it halfway through its transformation while it fed off a few of the souls surrounding it."

"When did this soul arrive?" The devil asked his secretary.

Lilith flipped through her files and answered. "About a week ago, boss. Barely served its sentence." 

"And how long ago did it turn?" Lu asked his adviser again.

"Four hours ago." Legion continued. "In my long life I've never seen a soul become corrupted by Hell's influences so fast."

A sound of thunder inside the safe room rattled their ears followed by a brief blinding from a flash of light. From the flash appeared a woman with large energized wings very similar to Michael's wings yet the light was made of pure silver. The wings retracted back into her thin body and she greeted her brother.

"Yo Lu!" Gabi called out. "Your wife wanted me to tell you hurry your ass up!"

"Halt!" Cried both the demon guards. They instinctively aimed their over-sized guns at the back of Gabi's partly shaved head. "Unauthorized personal in the area!"

"Chill, I'm blood." The archangel groaned. "Lu, tell the stormtroopers here to stand down!"

Lu sighed the usual irritable groan yet motioned his hand that ordered the guards to lower their rifles. "Everyone, my older sister Gabriel, the archangel. Gabi, my trusted council: Lilith, Legion, Scrugs."

"Whoa. So you're Legion, aren't you?" Gabriel spoke to the great arachnid demon. "Father used to talk about you a lot. Gotta admit, I'd thought you'd be a little uglier."

"To what displeasure do we owe for your visit, archangel?" Legion asked with all six pairs of eyes leering at the archangel. 

"She's staying at my place for a bit." Sighed Lucifer.

"How unfortunate." The demon sorcerer added.

Gabi laughed for a moment then noticed the scavenger in the other room. She walked up to the glass and watched as the two demon scientists carefully took notes about their latest experiment. "I take it back, that is uglier than I imagined. What's its back story?"

"The back story, as you said, there may be some new form of infestation among the scavengers." Legion lectured. "Hell alone no longer needs to corrupt the broken minded, now something else is infecting them. Look closely at its neck."

Gabi squinted her eyes real hard to visualize what the great demonic sorcerer was suggesting. Lu, Lilith, and Scrugs joined in on observation as well. One of the scientists attracted the scavenger's attention by lifting some raw meat above its head, which forced the creature to desperately lunge at it repeatedly. They all saw around its throat were three distinct markings that formed the shape of an incomplete 'Y'. 

"Are those puncture marks?" Gabi inquired.

"It was bad enough that these souls could potentially turn into these things." Lu commented. "Now there's something out there that's spreading the disease even faster. Any theories into what's doing this?"

"I'm afraid I do not know." Legion answered. "I fear that something much deadlier has evolved from these creatures. It is imperil that we find this source and eliminate it. It could infect more souls, as well as other demons."

"Sounds to me that all you gotta do is find the hole they hide in and nuke it." Gabi confidently stated.

"You think we haven't tried that already?" Lu argued. "We've been searching their hive in the deepest parts of the Inferno in the last thousand years, and still we've found nothing."

"If you can call shining a flashlight in the dark corner and then calling it quits searching, then yeah, sounds like you've done an excellent job at it." Gabriel retorted.

"Oy!" Lilith quickly jumped into the argument. "Watch your tone around the boss!"

"Your boss is also my brother." Gabriel said. Her aggression now directed towards the secretary. 

"Down here, he is king," Lilith continued her defense. "And you best give him the respect he deserves."

"Last I checked, you demons don't get respect, not since after the war. Lucifer keeps his role as king only because the Council and my Father, The Creator, allows it. Meaning I have the right to talk back against you but you have no right talking back to me like that."

"Best be careful, deary. This lover can turn into a fighter real quick."

"Did you just threaten an archangel, serpent?"

"No, not threaten. Promised!"

"Is this really the best time to be doing this?" Lucifer growled. His scarlet eyes glowing redder than usual with all the anger building inside. 

Soon all the demons and the sole angel argued with one another inside the compounds of the safe room. The scavenger hissed once more, only this time louder than before. It could hear tension behind the barrier, the prey were fighting amongst themselves. This could give it the opportunity it needed to strike them when they least notice, if only it could escape from its restraints. The scavenger jerked both its arms around inside the leather straps to no prevail. It tried kicking its scrawny legs but they too restrained against the wall. The two scientists hunkered around a wide, metal table and watched as their boss and his cohorts squabbled with the female angel.

"Who's the blonde one?" One of the scientists asked.

"Gabriel, one of the members of the Archangel Council." The other answered.

"An archangel, eh? She's actually kinda hot."

"No way she'd going to go for you."

"Why not?"

"Heard she was into hens not roosters."

"And that just makes her even hotter."

The arguments were growing more heated on the other side, and the scavenger could hear every word. The ramblings rang through its exposed lesions around its deformed head. It wanted a feast so bad that it was willing to brake its own body just to break free. It yanked harder and harder at the straps. It twisted its body into uncomfortable angles to try and wiggle its way out. Something felt off. The strap on around its right wrist felt looser than the other. It knew it was a sign, an opportunity for an escape. Its attention was averted back at the two scientists. Knowing it wouldn't reach the prey on the barrier's side, but it'll settle for the prey in the same room. The scavenger screamed at the top of its rotten lungs, which greatly unnerved both the scientists.

"Alright, this thing is making me nervous." One declared. "I'm gonna sedate it."

The demon scientist picked up a long syringe from the table. Carefully watching it struggle in the binds he paced toward the monster. This was it. This was the moment the scavenger wanted. The demon got close and prepped to apply the syringe into the scavenger's neck. One of the binds snapped off and a furious claw swiped at the scientist. He felt the razor sharp nails cut through the suit and his jugular. The demon scientist gagged as a pool of blood leaked onto the cold floor. He tried desperately to cover the wound with both hands but his life had faded from his body. The scavenger clawed at the other strap and hissed at the surviving scientist.

"HOLY CRAP!" He screamed. The survivor ran towards the glass barrier and pounded for their attention. Lucifer, Gabriel, and the others halted their babel and watched in horror when they noticed the scavenger breaking the restraints. The demon scientists pounded his fists harder against the wall, crying out for their help. "HEY! SOMEONE HELP! HELP! PLEASE! FOR THE LOVE OF GAH-"

The scavenger pounced on top the smarter demon and bit into its prey's neck. Its sharp fangs punctured through the hazmat suit with blood squirting onto the glass barrier. The intelligent demon screamed his dying breath only to be drowned out by the savage sounds of flesh and tendons ripped apart. The higher level demons continued to watch as the fellow demon was devoured. Lilith covered her mouth and Scrugs fainted from the sight of all the blood. Gabi glared at the creature then turned to one of the guards.

"Is that glass bullet proof?" She demanded.

"No-" 

"Good to know." She reached for the guard's holstered pistol and pulled it out. Steadying her arm, she raised the weapon at the feasting scavenger. The creature gulped down another chunk of the trachea and looked right at the archangel. It shrieked and she fired. The first two rounds shattered the glass barrier followed by the next five puncturing into the scavenger's shriveled body. The scavenger tumbled backward when the shells hit and laid motionless. The savage thoughts in its head faded permanently. 

Everyone stared at the horror left behind by the attack. Two dead demons, one dead scavenger, and plenty of blood. Gabriel felt her hand tremor after killing off the creature. She tossed the gun back to the guard and returned to her regular state. "So, how about that dinner, Lu? Your wife mentioned a place in town called Dante's. Sounds cool. Let's take the elevator up."

Gabi walked away from the others, who continued to stand by. Legion waved his large hand and sparks of fire blazed all over the corpses, which reduced them to a pile of ash. The fires activated the sprinkler systems and sprayed the laboratory down with gallons of water Lu slowly followed his sister out but paused, turning to face his trusted friends. His red eyes blazed through darkening room.

"Find whatever is causing this." He ordered. "Kill it before more become like them. If you have to turned up the heat down here, do so. I want them all exterminated. If there is a scavenger that can infect souls, and possibly us, what could they do to those on the surface?"

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God's Little Princess Part 3
Kill. Feast. Kill. Feast. Kill. Feast. Kill. Feast. Kill. Feast. Kill. Feast.

The savage thoughts of a lowly scavenger, sometimes referred as a demon's demon. These are only thoughts that ran through its diseased head while it stood strapped against the cold walls. All it could do is open an array of sinister hisses from its plagued maw. Even without eyes it knows that prey is near. The prey, dressed in rubber hazmat suits, kept their distances from the volatile creature. One of them slowly waved a scanner side to side with the scavenger mimicking the same motions with its scrawny head. Prey was so close to the scavenger but it could never reach it. Its forked tongue wagged about for a taste of some fresh meat. It can hear them. The ears, while singed into its molted flesh, listened to all the sounds: the walking, the talking, movement of instruments and tools from one end of the room to another. It sensed the vibrations in the air with each sound and step, and the prey was oblivious to the notion that the scavenger was indeed watching them.

Its snake-like nostrils flickered up and down. It can smell them. It could smell the sweet scent of the prey's perspiration running down their necks and faces, even behind their bio-masks. The prey was afraid of it. They should be. It kills without empathy, or remorse. To say it kills without reason would be an inaccuracy. The only reason it would have to kill is to try and satisfy that relentless hunger that begged endlessly in its shriveled belly. 

The scavenger also knew that they weren't alone. It sensed more prey nearby, but they weren't in the same room. There was a barrier separating them, that much it knew. Four figures were safeguarded behind a wall of glass. The four watchers were Lu, the devil himself, along with his trusted council of Lilith, the succubus secretary, Legion, the dark sorcerer of the Underworld, and Scrugs, the devil's assistant that cowered behind them all. Posted at the large metallic doorway were a pair of demon guards that stood at point and guarded their feared overlord. All their eyes locked onto the imprisoned scavenger and it, even without eyes, stared back at the protected prey.

"It's terrifying!" The bat-like demon Scrugs quivered.

"It's disgusting!" Lilith retorted. 

"It's very pathetic, that's what it is." Lu scolded his staff. "What exactly are we supposed to be looking at, Legion?"

"This was once a miserable soul that was to endure decades of torment has now converted into the creature you see before you." Legion bellowed. "The guards in the vicinity found it halfway through its transformation while it fed off a few of the souls surrounding it."

"When did this soul arrive?" The devil asked his secretary.

Lilith flipped through her files and answered. "About a week ago, boss. Barely served its sentence." 

"And how long ago did it turn?" Lu asked his adviser again.

"Four hours ago." Legion continued. "In my long life I've never seen a soul become corrupted by Hell's influences so fast."

A sound of thunder inside the safe room rattled their ears followed by a brief blinding from a flash of light. From the flash appeared a woman with large energized wings very similar to Michael's wings yet the light was made of pure silver. The wings retracted back into her thin body and she greeted her brother.

"Yo Lu!" Gabi called out. "Your wife wanted me to tell you hurry your ass up!"

"Halt!" Cried both the demon guards. They instinctively aimed their over-sized guns at the back of Gabi's partly shaved head. "Unauthorized personal in the area!"

"Chill, I'm blood." The archangel groaned. "Lu, tell the stormtroopers here to stand down!"

Lu sighed the usual irritable groan yet motioned his hand that ordered the guards to lower their rifles. "Everyone, my older sister Gabriel, the archangel. Gabi, my trusted council: Lilith, Legion, Scrugs."

"Whoa. So you're Legion, aren't you?" Gabriel spoke to the great arachnid demon. "Father used to talk about you a lot. Gotta admit, I'd thought you'd be a little uglier."

"To what displeasure do we owe for your visit, archangel?" Legion asked with all six pairs of eyes leering at the archangel. 

"She's staying at my place for a bit." Sighed Lucifer.

"How unfortunate." The demon sorcerer added.

Gabi laughed for a moment then noticed the scavenger in the other room. She walked up to the glass and watched as the two demon scientists carefully took notes about their latest experiment. "I take it back, that is uglier than I imagined. What's its back story?"

"The back story, as you said, there may be some new form of infestation among the scavengers." Legion lectured. "Hell alone no longer needs to corrupt the broken minded, now something else is infecting them. Look closely at its neck."

Gabi squinted her eyes real hard to visualize what the great demonic sorcerer was suggesting. Lu, Lilith, and Scrugs joined in on observation as well. One of the scientists attracted the scavenger's attention by lifting some raw meat above its head, which forced the creature to desperately lunge at it repeatedly. They all saw around its throat were three distinct markings that formed the shape of an incomplete 'Y'. 

"Are those puncture marks?" Gabi inquired.

"It was bad enough that these souls could potentially turn into these things." Lu commented. "Now there's something out there that's spreading the disease even faster. Any theories into what's doing this?"

"I'm afraid I do not know." Legion answered. "I fear that something much deadlier has evolved from these creatures. It is imperil that we find this source and eliminate it. It could infect more souls, as well as other demons."

"Sounds to me that all you gotta do is find the hole they hide in and nuke it." Gabi confidently stated.

"You think we haven't tried that already?" Lu argued. "We've been searching their hive in the deepest parts of the Inferno in the last thousand years, and still we've found nothing."

"If you can call shining a flashlight in the dark corner and then calling it quits searching, then yeah, sounds like you've done an excellent job at it." Gabriel retorted.

"Oy!" Lilith quickly jumped into the argument. "Watch your tone around the boss!"

"Your boss is also my brother." Gabriel said. Her aggression now directed towards the secretary. 

"Down here, he is king," Lilith continued her defense. "And you best give him the respect he deserves."

"Last I checked, you demons don't get respect, not since after the war. Lucifer keeps his role as king only because the Council and my Father, The Creator, allows it. Meaning I have the right to talk back against you but you have no right talking back to me like that."

"Best be careful, deary. This lover can turn into a fighter real quick."

"Did you just threaten an archangel, serpent?"

"No, not threaten. Promised!"

"Is this really the best time to be doing this?" Lucifer growled. His scarlet eyes glowing redder than usual with all the anger building inside. 

Soon all the demons and the sole angel argued with one another inside the compounds of the safe room. The scavenger hissed once more, only this time louder than before. It could hear tension behind the barrier, the prey were fighting amongst themselves. This could give it the opportunity it needed to strike them when they least notice, if only it could escape from its restraints. The scavenger jerked both its arms around inside the leather straps to no prevail. It tried kicking its scrawny legs but they too restrained against the wall. The two scientists hunkered around a wide, metal table and watched as their boss and his cohorts squabbled with the female angel.

"Who's the blonde one?" One of the scientists asked.

"Gabriel, one of the members of the Archangel Council." The other answered.

"An archangel, eh? She's actually kinda hot."

"No way she'd going to go for you."

"Why not?"

"Heard she was into hens not roosters."

"And that just makes her even hotter."

The arguments were growing more heated on the other side, and the scavenger could hear every word. The ramblings rang through its exposed lesions around its deformed head. It wanted a feast so bad that it was willing to brake its own body just to break free. It yanked harder and harder at the straps. It twisted its body into uncomfortable angles to try and wiggle its way out. Something felt off. The strap on around its right wrist felt looser than the other. It knew it was a sign, an opportunity for an escape. Its attention was averted back at the two scientists. Knowing it wouldn't reach the prey on the barrier's side, but it'll settle for the prey in the same room. The scavenger screamed at the top of its rotten lungs, which greatly unnerved both the scientists.

"Alright, this thing is making me nervous." One declared. "I'm gonna sedate it."

The demon scientist picked up a long syringe from the table. Carefully watching it struggle in the binds he paced toward the monster. This was it. This was the moment the scavenger wanted. The demon got close and prepped to apply the syringe into the scavenger's neck. One of the binds snapped off and a furious claw swiped at the scientist. He felt the razor sharp nails cut through the suit and his jugular. The demon scientist gagged as a pool of blood leaked onto the cold floor. He tried desperately to cover the wound with both hands but his life had faded from his body. The scavenger clawed at the other strap and hissed at the surviving scientist.

"HOLY CRAP!" He screamed. The survivor ran towards the glass barrier and pounded for their attention. Lucifer, Gabriel, and the others halted their babel and watched in horror when they noticed the scavenger breaking the restraints. The demon scientists pounded his fists harder against the wall, crying out for their help. "HEY! SOMEONE HELP! HELP! PLEASE! FOR THE LOVE OF GAH-"

The scavenger pounced on top the smarter demon and bit into its prey's neck. Its sharp fangs punctured through the hazmat suit with blood squirting onto the glass barrier. The intelligent demon screamed his dying breath only to be drowned out by the savage sounds of flesh and tendons ripped apart. The higher level demons continued to watch as the fellow demon was devoured. Lilith covered her mouth and Scrugs fainted from the sight of all the blood. Gabi glared at the creature then turned to one of the guards.

"Is that glass bullet proof?" She demanded.

"No-" 

"Good to know." She reached for the guard's holstered pistol and pulled it out. Steadying her arm, she raised the weapon at the feasting scavenger. The creature gulped down another chunk of the trachea and looked right at the archangel. It shrieked and she fired. The first two rounds shattered the glass barrier followed by the next five puncturing into the scavenger's shriveled body. The scavenger tumbled backward when the shells hit and laid motionless. The savage thoughts in its head faded permanently. 

Everyone stared at the horror left behind by the attack. Two dead demons, one dead scavenger, and plenty of blood. Gabriel felt her hand tremor after killing off the creature. She tossed the gun back to the guard and returned to her regular state. "So, how about that dinner, Lu? Your wife mentioned a place in town called Dante's. Sounds cool. Let's take the elevator up."

Gabi walked away from the others, who continued to stand by. Legion waved his large hand and sparks of fire blazed all over the corpses, which reduced them to a pile of ash. The fires activated the sprinkler systems and sprayed the laboratory down with gallons of water Lu slowly followed his sister out but paused, turning to face his trusted friends. His red eyes blazed through darkening room.

"Find whatever is causing this." He ordered. "Kill it before more become like them. If you have to turned up the heat down here, do so. I want them all exterminated. If there is a scavenger that can infect souls, and possibly us, what could they do to those on the surface?"
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Written by Meadow337 in portal Romance & Erotica

You really irritate me sometimes.

You really irritate me sometimes.

Like when you eat

the sound of your mastication reminds me of a pig

I want to cry ENOUGH at every meal

and stab you with my knife.

I take a white-knuckled grip

and slice my steak savagely instead

imagining it is your head.

You really irritate me sometimes

Like when you work and whistle

this is a terrible infraction of our agreement

and drives me to distraction

The discordant shrills falling from your lips

make me mutter vile cantrips

I wish I had access to a giant brute

with whom I could render you mute.

You really irritate me sometimes

When to the john you go

here your transgressions are quite appalling

You do not flush, the smell is galling

drops of urine adorn the seat

how do you manage that feat?

as I wield the brush, the urge

to beat you senseless is overwhelming.

You really irritate me sometimes

but guess what - I still you love anyway

and wouldn't swop you for another

imagine learning to live

with what new irritations they would bring?

the familiar doesn't breed contempt

but brings love that overlooks, forgives

yet still - you really irritate me sometimes.

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Written by Meadow337 in portal Romance & Erotica
You really irritate me sometimes.


You really irritate me sometimes.
Like when you eat
the sound of your mastication reminds me of a pig
I want to cry ENOUGH at every meal
and stab you with my knife.
I take a white-knuckled grip
and slice my steak savagely instead
imagining it is your head.

You really irritate me sometimes
Like when you work and whistle
this is a terrible infraction of our agreement
and drives me to distraction
The discordant shrills falling from your lips
make me mutter vile cantrips
I wish I had access to a giant brute
with whom I could render you mute.

You really irritate me sometimes
When to the john you go
here your transgressions are quite appalling
You do not flush, the smell is galling
drops of urine adorn the seat
how do you manage that feat?
as I wield the brush, the urge
to beat you senseless is overwhelming.

You really irritate me sometimes
but guess what - I still you love anyway
and wouldn't swop you for another
imagine learning to live
with what new irritations they would bring?
the familiar doesn't breed contempt
but brings love that overlooks, forgives
yet still - you really irritate me sometimes.

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Written by BrandonKatrena

Here is a Rhyme of Mine:

The Man ate a Crouton while Relaxing on a Futon, and while Thinking about Eating Some Mutton.

Here is a Joke that I Wrote:

Mr. Adam Smith was Grocery Shopping when a Man named Mr. John Smith said to Adam, “Adam, glad to see You Here. I’m John Smith, and We are Friends on a Social Network.” And Adam replied, “This is Not Possible. This is Not Happening. And this is Not Real.” And John said, “What?! What do You mean?!! Here, let’s Shake Hands and then You will know that I am Really Real.” And then They both Shook Hands. And Adam said, “But We are Online Friends.” And John replied, “So?” And Adam said, “You mean to tell Me that Online Friends are Real Friends, and that You don’t Live on a Computer Server somewhere? You mean that You are Not a Computer Program pretending to be a Real Person? You are a Real Person? And We Just Shook Hands? And My approximately 25,000 Online Friends are My Real Friends, who are actually Real People, who can, for example, meet Me at a Grocery Store?! Online Friends Equal Real Friends. And Online Friends Equal Real People. I’m Stunned.”

 

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Written by BrandonKatrena
Here is a Rhyme of Mine:

The Man ate a Crouton while Relaxing on a Futon, and while Thinking about Eating Some Mutton.

Here is a Joke that I Wrote:

Mr. Adam Smith was Grocery Shopping when a Man named Mr. John Smith said to Adam, “Adam, glad to see You Here. I’m John Smith, and We are Friends on a Social Network.” And Adam replied, “This is Not Possible. This is Not Happening. And this is Not Real.” And John said, “What?! What do You mean?!! Here, let’s Shake Hands and then You will know that I am Really Real.” And then They both Shook Hands. And Adam said, “But We are Online Friends.” And John replied, “So?” And Adam said, “You mean to tell Me that Online Friends are Real Friends, and that You don’t Live on a Computer Server somewhere? You mean that You are Not a Computer Program pretending to be a Real Person? You are a Real Person? And We Just Shook Hands? And My approximately 25,000 Online Friends are My Real Friends, who are actually Real People, who can, for example, meet Me at a Grocery Store?! Online Friends Equal Real Friends. And Online Friends Equal Real People. I’m Stunned.”
 
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Written by Harry_Situation in portal Flash Fiction

Helpless

Trapped. 

Defenseless. 

Helpless.

Regan failed to hide from them, and now they've locked her inside a small room. The two assailants grabbed her and tried to tear away her cloths. Regan kicked, screamed, and bit into the violators as they each peeled away every ounce of clothing. First was her socks, then her yellow dress, finally her underpants. Regan laid on the floor striped and exposed like a lifeless doll. One of the assailants then lifted her small body up and dropped her into a porcelain tub.

SPLASH!

Regan emerged from the bubble bath and pouted. Her beautiful stink that she had been working on was soaked away by the warm water and comforting bubbles. She angrily stared at her mother and stepfather. The pair laid along the bathroom floor exhausted and beaten. 

"Do we..." Her mother, Carmen, irritatedly huffed. "Have to go through this... every time... it's bath night?!"

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Written by Harry_Situation in portal Flash Fiction
Helpless
Trapped. 

Defenseless. 

Helpless.

Regan failed to hide from them, and now they've locked her inside a small room. The two assailants grabbed her and tried to tear away her cloths. Regan kicked, screamed, and bit into the violators as they each peeled away every ounce of clothing. First was her socks, then her yellow dress, finally her underpants. Regan laid on the floor striped and exposed like a lifeless doll. One of the assailants then lifted her small body up and dropped her into a porcelain tub.

SPLASH!

Regan emerged from the bubble bath and pouted. Her beautiful stink that she had been working on was soaked away by the warm water and comforting bubbles. She angrily stared at her mother and stepfather. The pair laid along the bathroom floor exhausted and beaten. 

"Do we..." Her mother, Carmen, irritatedly huffed. "Have to go through this... every time... it's bath night?!"
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A writers confession

The word "manuscript" scares the shit out of me. It makes me sound like I almost know what I'm doing

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A writers confession
The word "manuscript" scares the shit out of me. It makes me sound like I almost know what I'm doing
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In Pursuit of the Perfect Lawn

(This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental)

To have a good lawn takes a lot of work. Anyone who has ever tried to cultivate one knows this. We don't strive for turf to rival the verdant swathes of a well manicured golf-course or the velvet-like finish of a bowling green, but we like to imagine that one day our patchy, weed-infested, half-dead grass will suddenly blossom and instantly catapult us to the highest echelons of prideful home-owners.

As a result we weed, and mow, and apply copious amounts of fertilizer and top dressing. We rake, trim, and water with the zealousness of the determined gardener. We study guides and we look enviously at our neighbour who bought that "wonder mix" from the advert on T.V. which astonishingly actually turned his wasteland into a green wonderland. Just as we think maybe we should do the same, it all dies and we turn with a sigh (and no small amount of schadenfreude) back to our own lawn and resume the endless round of water, cut, trim, weed.

My mother was no stranger to the rampant urges of the dedicated amateur to achieve that pristine sward that graces noble homes and she did her share of the cycle of work. We lived through the applications of pig, chicken and cow manure that made our house smell like a barnyard and drove us to play inside instead of out. We endured the Saturdays spent in fetid nurseries looking for that magic elixir that would get rid of the weeds or make the stubborn stubble sprout long blades of green. We carried bags of fertilizer and cavorted in the rain throwing it wildly to the winds. We joined in the fervent prayers to the lawn gods to please make it grow.

After many years my mother's efforts paid off and we had a small, smooth, green, soft lawn. It wasn't Wimbledon, and no-one would roll a ball across it with effortless ease, but it was a LAWN. She would go out in the evenings and run a hand over it when no-one was looking and smile. She had won. So you can understand the outrage when she discovered a small, round, dead spot in the middle of the lawn during one of her evening inspections.

My mother is a small woman, not prone to raising her voice, but that evening a roar rose from the garden, "Who killed the grass!" She stomped into the house, "Did one of you do something?" We all vehemently denied any knowledge of who or what the lawn-killer might be. The next night there was another small, round, dead spot right next to the first which had grown larger. "One of you is responsible!" My mother had discovered untapped volumes to her voice. Again we all denied all knowledge and/or responsibility.

As the days wore on and more spots appeared, my mother went through all the stages of grief, first there was anger, directed at the unknown responsible party "The person responsible had better watch out'; then there was denial, "This can't be happening'; and finally there was acceptance, 'I need to find out what is killing the lawn". We all went to the nursery the next weekend and a long conversation ensued with the resident lawn expert. "Small round spots...yes they are round...no they are not black...yes yellow...overnight...spreading."

The expert nodded and delivered his diagnosis, "It's gold-spot fungus."

"And how do I get rid of it?" My mother honed in on the important point.

"Pee on it!" The expert said.

My mother was made of stern stuff, she didn't blush, or ask how, she just gathered us up and went straight home, "Jimmy," (this was my father) "Come!" She led my father outside and aimed him at the first spot, "Pee on it" she commanded. My father baulked, pointing out that he didn't need to urinate, it was broad-daylight and the neighbours were watching. My mother didn't bat an eye, "Fine we will do it later."

And so they did. Once it was safely dark (even if the neighbours were watching they couldn't see anything) my father was forced to overcome his shy bladder and dutifully urinate on each and every spot. To ensure accuracy my mother knelt on the lawn and highlighted each place with a small penlight torch (too much light and the neighbours would see). A month later the gold spot was dead and my father's duty was over. I remember afterwards my father could be observed watching the lawn carefully. I don't think it was because he hankered after that dream lawn.

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Written by Meadow337 in portal Fiction
In Pursuit of the Perfect Lawn
(This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental)

To have a good lawn takes a lot of work. Anyone who has ever tried to cultivate one knows this. We don't strive for turf to rival the verdant swathes of a well manicured golf-course or the velvet-like finish of a bowling green, but we like to imagine that one day our patchy, weed-infested, half-dead grass will suddenly blossom and instantly catapult us to the highest echelons of prideful home-owners.

As a result we weed, and mow, and apply copious amounts of fertilizer and top dressing. We rake, trim, and water with the zealousness of the determined gardener. We study guides and we look enviously at our neighbour who bought that "wonder mix" from the advert on T.V. which astonishingly actually turned his wasteland into a green wonderland. Just as we think maybe we should do the same, it all dies and we turn with a sigh (and no small amount of schadenfreude) back to our own lawn and resume the endless round of water, cut, trim, weed.

My mother was no stranger to the rampant urges of the dedicated amateur to achieve that pristine sward that graces noble homes and she did her share of the cycle of work. We lived through the applications of pig, chicken and cow manure that made our house smell like a barnyard and drove us to play inside instead of out. We endured the Saturdays spent in fetid nurseries looking for that magic elixir that would get rid of the weeds or make the stubborn stubble sprout long blades of green. We carried bags of fertilizer and cavorted in the rain throwing it wildly to the winds. We joined in the fervent prayers to the lawn gods to please make it grow.

After many years my mother's efforts paid off and we had a small, smooth, green, soft lawn. It wasn't Wimbledon, and no-one would roll a ball across it with effortless ease, but it was a LAWN. She would go out in the evenings and run a hand over it when no-one was looking and smile. She had won. So you can understand the outrage when she discovered a small, round, dead spot in the middle of the lawn during one of her evening inspections.

My mother is a small woman, not prone to raising her voice, but that evening a roar rose from the garden, "Who killed the grass!" She stomped into the house, "Did one of you do something?" We all vehemently denied any knowledge of who or what the lawn-killer might be. The next night there was another small, round, dead spot right next to the first which had grown larger. "One of you is responsible!" My mother had discovered untapped volumes to her voice. Again we all denied all knowledge and/or responsibility.

As the days wore on and more spots appeared, my mother went through all the stages of grief, first there was anger, directed at the unknown responsible party "The person responsible had better watch out'; then there was denial, "This can't be happening'; and finally there was acceptance, 'I need to find out what is killing the lawn". We all went to the nursery the next weekend and a long conversation ensued with the resident lawn expert. "Small round spots...yes they are round...no they are not black...yes yellow...overnight...spreading."

The expert nodded and delivered his diagnosis, "It's gold-spot fungus."

"And how do I get rid of it?" My mother honed in on the important point.

"Pee on it!" The expert said.

My mother was made of stern stuff, she didn't blush, or ask how, she just gathered us up and went straight home, "Jimmy," (this was my father) "Come!" She led my father outside and aimed him at the first spot, "Pee on it" she commanded. My father baulked, pointing out that he didn't need to urinate, it was broad-daylight and the neighbours were watching. My mother didn't bat an eye, "Fine we will do it later."

And so they did. Once it was safely dark (even if the neighbours were watching they couldn't see anything) my father was forced to overcome his shy bladder and dutifully urinate on each and every spot. To ensure accuracy my mother knelt on the lawn and highlighted each place with a small penlight torch (too much light and the neighbours would see). A month later the gold spot was dead and my father's duty was over. I remember afterwards my father could be observed watching the lawn carefully. I don't think it was because he hankered after that dream lawn.
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Written by Lish in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Dear Mr. Semicolon

Hello Mr. Semicolon

Might I have a word?

I really fucking hate your guts

I think that you're absurd

I'm certain that you're thinking that

Your tail will surely flatter

But to me, Mr. Semicolon

You're merely an arsebadger

You fake like you're a comma

Yet with a better, stronger pause

Well duh, of course we all stop to stare

You're dry-fucking on my clause!

And speaking of dry-fucking

Mr. Semi-Scandalous

This winking at me all the time

Is quite ridiculous

Mr. Hyphen is more classy

He's got style and he's got grace

Both me and my pen agree

He should surely take your place

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Written by Lish in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Dear Mr. Semicolon
Hello Mr. Semicolon
Might I have a word?
I really fucking hate your guts
I think that you're absurd
I'm certain that you're thinking that
Your tail will surely flatter
But to me, Mr. Semicolon
You're merely an arsebadger

You fake like you're a comma
Yet with a better, stronger pause
Well duh, of course we all stop to stare
You're dry-fucking on my clause!
And speaking of dry-fucking
Mr. Semi-Scandalous
This winking at me all the time
Is quite ridiculous

Mr. Hyphen is more classy
He's got style and he's got grace
Both me and my pen agree
He should surely take your place
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