With love, the master of distruction

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To the wretched author of my book,

We really have got to talk about some issues, that have developed over time.

Now, I am a decent devil and have a high level of courtesy in me.

Let's say that... and through my long existence, I have learned that the most

important person in my "life" is ME.

I will be honest with you. The beginning was really good.

You started well. Kidnapping a completely innocent girl (or as so it seemed

at the time) in an attempt at defeating my enemies and global domination. By having the first "dibs" on the apocalypse. I did what I was told. I snatched her from her

mundane human life and took her away, way down to the deepest darkness imaginable. It was a "hoot". She was scared, I did a little torture activities (not too much, I knew that she had to live to the end of OUR little book.

And that was fine, you gave me healing powers, I could have some fun when she showed insubordinate... which happened a lot, I am afraid. You made her so feisty and standing up to me... nobody did that before. I was the great ruler, the master of all evil. The destruction planner... and let's face I did it with charm and spectacular grace. Why did you choose her? What were you thinking?

I mean, I was perfectly fine... bringing menace and punishing the sinners... all the

while doing so with impeccable taste and stylish sense. I had no feelings, no dreadful

emotions... no sweet and confusing sensations... Then you brought that girl along

for the ride. Do you know what she did to me? She... she.. I can't even say it without

flinching. She made me feel... she made LOVE. You destroyed me, woman. You made

me weak. How am I supposed to kill this little airborne by blood?

This... woman that I now care for and feel the things that I have never felt before... And now... you have written 3/4 of "your" book and suddenly you just stopped? How rude, author. So now just tell me this... and you owe me this for sure... Is she going to live... will my mission be complete?

Or will I fail in the sweetest of ways... and she gets to live?

Yours truly,

Sam