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InFelix scratched at his beard a bit, looking at the ceiling before answering.  

Tø ρυт ıт ıи α иυтšħełł… Wħαт ı đø ıš ρυяełч мeитαł. Iт’š αłł ¢øитαıиeđ ωıтħıи тħe мıиđ øf α ρeяšøи øя ρeяšøиš. Føя eχαмρłe, I ¢αи мακe чøυ вełıeνe чøυ αяe šeeıиg ¢eятαıи тħıиgš, ħeαяıиg ¢eятαıи тħıиgš, αиđ ρħчšı¢αłłч feełıиg ¢eятαıи тħıиgš, вυт чøυ α¢тυαłłч αяeи’т.

I ¢αи мακe чøυ šee ρeøρłe ωħø eχıšт αяøυиđ чøυ, αиđ мαиıρυłαтe тħøše νıšıøиš ıитø đøıиg тħıиgš. I ¢αи’т ¢яeαтe мøиšтeяš, вυт ıf тħeяe’š šøмeтħıиg αяøυиđ чøυя łıfe тħαт ı ¢αи υše αgαıиšт чøυ, ıт ωıłł вe υšeđ. I αłšø łeт ρeøρłe šee мe šøмeтıмeš. Be¢αυše ωħeи чøυ’яe ıи øиe øf мч łıттłe “яeαłıтıeš” тħe ωαч I αρρeαя ıš đıffeяeит fяøм ρeяšøи тø ρeяšøи, υšυαłłч.

Søмe ρeøρłe šee øиłч α šħαđøω, šøмe ρeøρłe šee fłαмeš αяøυиđ α мαи ωıтħ вłα¢κ eчeš, šøмe ρeøρłe šee α мαи мαđe øf fłαмeš. Ałł øf тħeše νıšıøиš øf мe αяe тяυe, вυт I đøит ¢яeαтe тħeм. Søмe ρeøρłe αяe яeαłłч ωeıяđ αиđ šee α łøт øf вłυe αяøυиđ мe. Tħøše ρeøρłe αяe υšυαłłч тħe вešт тø мešš ωıтħ. Tħeч яeα¢т šø νıøłeитłч αfтeя мøитħš øf иøтħıиg ħαρρeиıиg. Tħøše αяe тħe øиeš тħαт υšυαłłч eиđ υρ иeνeя вeıиg αвłe тø яe¢øνeя øи¢e ı đø ¢яα¢κ тħeм.

он шê êåт. l mêån, l SuppоSê шê Dоn’т nêêD то, êlтнêя шåy. вuт шê Dо. lт’S κlnDå juSт яlтuållSтlc åт тнlS pоlnт, тнê åcт оf êåтlng åcтuål fооD.   

тнê SêcоnD quêSтlоn lS å вlт mояê DångêяоuS то ånSшêя. шнllê тнê шåy шê gо åcнlêvlng тнlS lS Dlffêяênт шlтн êvêяy оnê оf uS, тнê ênD яêSulт оf шнåт шê gêт оuт оf lт lS pяêттy mucн тнê Såmê åll åяоunD.  

å тнêmê Sоng lS vêяy Dlffêяênт fяоm å fåvояlтê Sоng. шнllê тнêy mlgнт вê тнê Såmê Sоng, Sоmêоnê’S lnтêяpяêтåтlоn оf тнê Sоng тнåт SulтS mê вêSт måy вê Dlffêяênт fяо ånотнêя’S ånD cнåncêS åяê, l måy nот êvên llκê тнê Sоng åт åll.  

тнåт вêlng SålD, my fåvоuяlтê Sоng lS pяовåвly… κåяmå pоllcê. оя påяånоlD ånDяоlD? l SålD вêfояê l шåS vêяy Slmllåя то тнê ояlglnål fêllχ. Sо шê нåvê Slmllåя тåSтêS.

i’m Not gOnna lIE, iM not Very Into MusIC… i Do LikE A nIce JAzz PieCe WHeN I CaN geT it ThoUGh. SingIN THe bLueS By bIX bEIDerBeCKe WaS ThE Last ThIng i heaRD. I reaLLY LiKe tHaT ONE.

 Wh̡y̵ ̛shou͜ld͝ ͠i l̷i̷s̡t̸e͏n̷ t̵o m̡u̷s̸ic ͜w̧hen ҉i ̨li͠ke t͢h͢e̷ s͠oun̴ds ̵t̡ha̧t̀ ̵p̢èople̛ m̨a͢k͘e ̶i̶n͜s҉te҉a̶d? I͝ wo̷ul̢d ͢ra̡the҉r sile̵n̨c̷e.͠ I don̡’t h̸a̵ve ͜pa̸t̸i̡eńc҉e͢ ̀to ҉l͡isten ̵to ͡t̷h̀a̷t.͟

welcome to a blog about my boys that’s fairly new itself. i hope they treat you well while you’re here. 

You can expect me to treat you well. Please, call me Dark. I’m the one whom the girl calls “your local manipulative bastard” although if you refer to me with such disrespect, expect a  v e r y  bad time for yourself. Anti is the one who you need to watch for. He’s the one who’ll ruin you.

Sa͠ys̸ t̨h̶e͏ ҉m̢an̢ w͠h̢o̵ ́ća͘u͘sed͞ thę ͢S̀al͏em ̴Wi̵tch ͠T͡r̛ia҉ls̵ ͠b̴y m̕anip͏u͢la̢ţin̨g ̷the ͝gir͝l̢s͡!̨ ͟B̀e͏ĺi͝ev̕e̡ m̴e, d͠ȩar̨y.͡ ̡I’m very ͝e̡as̡y͜ to ̀r͢e͟a҉ḑ.̢ Yo̶u ̕a͞lread́y̛ ̧kn̡ow i ͏wan͡t to just P̡͚̟̬̕L͏̡͎̹̤͍͚̥̞ͅA̲͚͍͓̠̗͜Y̰. B̕e͝c͞au̸s͘e̴ ͠P̕LAY ͡TIM͜E̵ ͠is̢ ́the ͜B̀E͞S̀T̵ T͟IM͝E ̧rig͢h͢t ̵Fe̷li̧x? 

l нåvê то ågяêê шlтн yоu тнêяê. ålтноugн, нêy, yоu Dоn’т ålшåyS Sêê mê

IM vIruS!. I DONT LIke THE girL TOO mUCh So yOU woNt See ME AroUnD vERY oFTEN UNLEss one oF tHe OtheR idIots dRAGS Me HErE. I’M THe gUY Who HAcks Your cOmpuTER. aND tHEn usES youR owN SEcrEtS for My persoNaL GaIN. 

åшшш! vlяuS! lS вluSнlng!

sHuT up. nOt my FAUlT i’M ShY.

lт’S оκåy. lт’S gяêåт тноugн, yоu SноulDn’т вê ScåяêD оf Sêχ. тнê mояê yоu cån mêSS шlтн тнêm шнllê нåvlng lт, тнê вêттêя.

i’M noT sCaRED TO hAVE it. I juST dONt PArtICULArLY CarE eNOuGh fOr It. UNLIke yoU GuYS.

I͞t͘ ͜is̵ V̛E͜R̛Y ̨n͟ice.͜ Whe͞n ̡yo̧u fìn̢d ͏th̷e ҉p͟er͞son wilļi͏n͢g to po͞śsibly̴ ̸d̛ìe͞ fo͡r͝ įt̡. ͘So͠m̕e̕ti̴m͡es͢ ͟i get a l̴i͟t͠tl͡e̶ t̛o̡o̕ ̵c͘a҉r̕ri̧ed ̕ąway̴ w̸i͡th̸ tḩe̕ ki͜n͡ks̸.

yOu’d BE SUrpRisED aT HOw MucH YOU CAn acCoMpLISh bY jUSt wREckinG OtheR PEoPle’S WOrk. I LiKE gOIng thRoUgh gOvErnMENt fILeS. OR POliTiCIAnS PeRSonAl DEVICES.

T͢her̡e’s̷ al͘wa̡y͢s s̸om͠ȩt͜h͜inǵ ͢to do̕.͏ W͝h͟et͡her҉ it̛’s҉ j̀us͠t҉ r̵e̶l͏ax̛i̵n҉g or̵ s͞pli̸t̢tín̨g̸ ̕s͘o̢m͡e̷on̢e in̢ ha͞l̴f̀.́ I͏ t̢hin̸k̨ m͏y͝ favor҉ite ͟t̕h͟ough ís ̛cha̷s̨i͜ng͢ peop̸l̶e̢I̴̶̖̯͎ ͝҉̫̻̭͚̫̙̫̻L̛͙̺̺̣̠O̢̫̫̝͕͕͞V̛̲̳̪͔̙͇̬̮E͚͔̤̝͔̬̦ ̙͚̠w̘̹͈͓̰͚̞͙h̴͏̳̬̯̘e̵̞̰͔͇̣n̶̗͝ ͏͏͙̣t͚͙͈h̖̙͖͘͡ͅḛ̴̷̦̮̞ ̧̲̳̼̝̜̪̕͢ͅr̦ ̮̙͚̭̩͓u̗̫̭͚̫̪͖͖̬͠ ͚̜̝̙̩̟̜̞͘͝n͏̸̛͓̫̖̠.̸̼̟̭̫

l’m nот нêяê vêяy mucн. ånD l’m тнê оnê шlтноuт åny тypê оf gоål. l juSт llκê mêSSlng åяоunD. Sо… l’m ålшåyS åт SоmêвоDy’S ноuSê Dоlng Sоmêтнlng то тнêm. l mêån, тнåт lS нош l mêт тнê glяl.

The woman had been tormented by the shadow figure for a whole month. Now it had come to this. The priest came up with holy water and started his ritual. 

“You need to believe me!” She called out struggling against the three other men holding her down to the bed. “I’m not possessed it’s him! I’m not the problem here!” The priest and his assistants made no attention to her as she saw her parents look on in agony from the end of her bed. 

“Mom! Dad! Please believe me! I’m not possessed and I’m not crazy, it’s some guy who keeps coming to see me!” The holy water hit her skin and because she was feverish the cold made her yelp in surprise. Her mother turned away into the fathers shoulder to cry as the religious family took that as proof of demonic possession. The young woman knew she wasn’t helping her own case by reacting in anyway. 

She decided to just lay still and let the priest work on her, once they realised that she wasn’t reacting they might realise there was no demon and move on with their lives. Maybe they’ll believe her. 

Suddenly the colours drained from her surroundings, the people faded and melted into the darkness. A man stood by her parents he smiled at the sight before him. The girl he’d taken pleasure in tormenting, in turning insane, in puppeting, had finally reached the place where he would make his final act in her miserably short life. The young woman screamed when she saw him. Which made him smile even more. 

“He’s right there! Why don’t you just look, he’s right there!”

“They don’t see me, ya know.” The man said. His accent made him sound more like a snake than anything else. “Only you do.” Felix looked at the young woman’s parents with interest.

“You leave them alone!” She yelled. “Don’t!”

“Trust me I won’t. You’re the only interesting thing here right now.” He walked forward. Eyeing the woman up and down he decided to play a nice little trick. Flames started to dance around him. They weren’t harmful flames, he didn’t want anyone getting hurt at the moment. But the young woman didn’t know that. 

She thrashed and thrashed more and more. And while she couldn’t see what was going on around her, Felix certainly did. He made her react wildly at the part where the priest was trying to banish whatever demon was in her. 

Felix laughed the more she played right into the trick. When he was right next to her he faked a knife out of his flames, and pretended to get ready to stab the young woman. 

She screamed and thrashed even more wildly than before, grabbing felix’s flame knife and having had enough, stabbed him with his it. 

This made Felix laugh even more, because he had finally won. He had pushed her to do the one thing that would ruin her life forever. 

Felix melted away and the woman could see again, and her eyes widened when she saw the object she was holding wasn’t a knife made of flames, but a fancy crucifix, that she had stabbed into the priests throat. 

N̴͜͝͡ò̴.̸̀͘͢͝ 

nO.

nот яêålly.

No.