"Anti?!"

Oh, fuck.

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I quickly whipped my head around and see Marvin, that magician that you all would probably know. He looked pissed, but for what? I never did anything to him.

"We all heard you telling that story, Anti, and it just got faker and faker as it went on! Seriously, we neglected you? We didn't accept you? Dude, we literally tried to welcome you and even invited you to come join us hanging out in the living room," He crossed his arms and glared at me. Fake ass. "But you threatened to kill each and every one of us if we didn't leave you alone. So we decided to leave you alone for a few days because we had just assumed that you were getting used to being around people, since you don't really have any human interaction in the... demon realm." He stopped talking suddenly and took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose.

What's with all these false accusations? I would never lie to you! Who would you trust more, a misunderstood demon who only wants to be accepted by society, or someone who wears a cheap, paper cat mask and does shitty magic for a living? Yeah, that's what I thought.

I made my way over to him and grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at me. "Now you listen here, Marvin The Un-Magnificent...," I growled at him. "You better stop spreading these lies about me to Jack's viewers, or else you'll pay for your slandering actions." I narrowed my eyes at him. He froze in fear.

"N-no! I know what's right, just ask any of the other egos... they'll tell you the exact same thing!" He started to shake slightly in my grasp.

I laughed at his poor attempts of trying to make me feel pity. I would never pity these fools after all they've done to me.

"And that story about Henrik! ALL BUT THE TRUTH!!" He screamed. "It is a complete falsehood!! The entire thing!!! Henrik tried to talk to you and have a nice chat but-"He abruptly stopped as I pulled my knife out of my back pocket, holding it up to my side. "Say that again?" I smiled evilly.

"HENRIK WAS NEVER RUDE TO YOU!! NEITHER OF US WERE EVER COMPLETE IGNORANT ASSHOLES!! He's just trying to make himself seem-" I held the knife up to his neck. "Care to finish?" I taunted him.

"INNOCENT! HE'S TRYING TO MAKE HIMSELF SEEM INNOCENT!!!" He cried at the top of his lungs.

"Oh," I smiled wider. "So you want to ruin this experiment, do you? Can demons be friendly? Can a demon manipulate his reader into thinking that he's innocent? Well, I'm glad that you barged in like this at such a short notice. Now the story is about to take an unexpected turn." I giggled menacingly.

I dug the knife into his neck, just enough so that a thin stream of blood would trickle down it. This wasn't how you, my dear reader, were supposed to see this, but it's more fun this way, isn't it?

"You're so... fucking... fake..." Marvin struggled to say. "Not fake, just manipulative." I responded.

That was when he did something that I wasn't expecting; he looked directly at the reader.

"And you... whoever is reading this!!" He pointed at them. "DON'T trust anything that he says!! He's only trying to get you to feel pity for him!!" He then pointed above him, directly at the title of this story. "And the answer is NO! Demons CANNOT be friendly!!" He finished as a tear rolled down his cheek. He whimpered in fear, his eyes were bloodshot and glistening from the tears. Just the way I like it.

"Now that you've ruined this story and have forced it to take an unexpected turn... you must pay the price, old pal." I laughed in a high pitched tone. He whimpered again, louder.

"Anti, please," He begged. "Don't do this..." He whispered, closing his eyes slightly.

"Tired, are we?" I teased him. "Well... you're about to take a long nap..."

The only thing he could think to do was stare at me with pleading eyes. They were begging me to not kill him.. but I felt no sympathy. If I get to witness pain in more ways than one, I wouldn't hesitate to seize the opportunity.

"Goodnight, Marvin." I smiled at him before I dug the knife deeper into his neck, hearing bones crack.

The last thing that I heard was a garbled choking noise before he froze in place, suddenly falling backwards onto the cold, hardwood floor.

I watched in fascination as huge amounts of fresh blood poured out of the wound, covering his clothes, and the floor beneath him. It was quite the sight, a beautiful one at that.

I guess that's what happens when you mess with a demon telling a story.