Nine Days Left for Her Revenge

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February 8th, 2019

Well, hello Mr. Jones. What were you? Scared? It took you forever to open my book. Did you know why I appeared? You must've. You see, five days ago I met a prostitute named Sylvia. Her street name was Celeste Williams. You may have noticed she had suddenly lost her tongue. I am here to fulfill her dying wish. Yes, she's dying. Why do you humans always seem to doubt me? So stupid. Oh! I should tell you, this book is a death sentence. Yes! Yes, I'm being serious, you good for nothing nincompoop. I'm glad you're dying, don't want you having idiotic offspring running around.

Yes, Mortimor, I am aware that that was an exceedingly rude thing for me to say. I don't quite care though. So I'm unsure why a devil's book is. Silly pet. Excuse me and my pet, Mr. Jones. It seems we have some differences to work out.

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February 9th, 2019

Hello again Mr. Jones. I'm glad to see you actually reading this book again. Now, let's cut to the chase. You knew that the Jane you were seeing did not have a tongue. I also know that you knew she was attempting to say the safe word. What, you didn't think she had people looking out for her? Yes, yes, Mortimor, I know I am the reason she is dying but that is unimportant. Hey- What- Mortimor! Stop that!

Hello Mr. Jones. It is now I, Mortimor speaking to you. My owner has lost sight of why I exist and what is important. I suggest you do what he says or I might have to kill you prematurely. Although I live on the souls and blood I consume, I do not enjoy killing. It dirties my skin and my pages become soaked and stained. I was once a beautiful being. But I have been collared and chained to do the young master's bidding.

Mortimor you selfish good for nothing pig. Do not defy me again or I will lock you in the cage past the river downstairs. I knew it was only a moment until my young Mortimor would turn against the hand that feeds him. However, he tells the truth. I do not wish to kill anyone. Actually, thats a big fat lie. But you couldn't tell from my writing now, could you? My sparkling cursive catching the eye of whoever reads this. The red ink captifying my next demon knight. That is you. And oh what a joy it will be to watch Sylvia command you. She's got quite a bit of spunk that one does. You will spend all of eternity kissing her ass. Oh that sends chills up my spine! Before I forget, my dear Mortimor needs a drop of blood on his cover. Yes, yours! Who did you think I meant? Your mother? Oh? She was attacked by a wolf? Intriguing! I know a wolf!

I think one of us has spoken too much for tonight.

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February 10th, 2019

I really am getting quite bored of you. You're so uninteresting, and what's worse. You didn't listen to me. Consider this your punishment, both of you! Mortimor, kill him. And make it bloody.