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Make The Devil Cry (Fine Day In Hell 12)

Hours passed, and Benjamin sat, brooding, in the shadows. My mind spilled over the words that I would speak to Demonias. My words had to be powerful but not too dramatic. I had to choose them wisely. I could not give Him pleasure. I could not show Him pity or beg forgiveness. Such contrivences would only make Him laugh. No,I would be cunning, I thought to myself, using truth as my dagger.
I could not fail as other had before me. The alternative was too horrible to imagine.
“Tell me,” Benny started me out of my ravery, “If you are a Hunted, that means that you were once offered to the Devil as a gift, yes?”
“There you go, Benny, you’re not as stupid as you look,” I crossed my arms, nodding “My benefactor sought the same salvation as I do, now. I was just like you; lost. I don’t even remember how I’d died. He told me the stories and convinced me to take the Oath of the Hunted.”
“What happened to him,”
“No one knows, but i hear his screams of agony from time to time,” I said, “No second chances, Benny-boy!”

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