I glare at the stupid male-thing. "You know? There are two ways we can do this. The easy way, and the really really bloody, painful and torturous way. Which would you rather?" I ask. He's got to quit ignoring me.
"I'm not listening. Not Listening." Is it still talking? It's still talking. I can see it's lips moving. I was wrong, I see that now. Dark Magik wreaks it's own reward. I'm cursed. I'll be driven mad by it's relentless yammering. They'll find me someday curled up in a ball, and the demon will be smiling. Smileing, it's evil cordelia-like smile and I'll be Mad. I push the pillows tighter over my ears.
I reach out and grab the pillow and yank it away from him. "Look, junior, you're the idiot who seperated me from myself, and I'm the part that handles the visions!! I've got a job to do, and you fucked that up! So until you fix this, you're going to have to do the job." I say, anger flashing through me. "There's someone who's stolen little crystals with shadows in them. Now get off of your ass NOW, or you're really not going to like what I do to you. And Andrew? I can make it so you live through it."
"What! Hey! Give that back!!!" as I engage in a wresling match with the fiend over my pillows. Who does she think she is?
"What do you want from me? I can't let you just go around pretending to be Cordelia. It's not right." "You're not supposed to talk to me like this. I'm. I'm the summoner and you. Your the demon. I'm supposed to be ordering you around. I'm not frightened of you." My eyebrows feel singed at her threats. "alright. I am frightend of you. But I Am Not Supposed To Be."
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I was wrong, I see that now. Dark Magik wreaks it's own reward.
I'm cursed. I'll be driven mad by it's relentless yammering.
They'll find me someday curled up in a ball, and the demon will be smiling.
Smileing, it's evil cordelia-like smile and I'll be Mad. I push the pillows tighter over my ears.
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Who does she think she is?
"What do you want from me? I can't let you just go around pretending to be Cordelia. It's not right."
"You're not supposed to talk to me like this. I'm. I'm the summoner and you. Your the demon. I'm supposed to be ordering you around. I'm not frightened of you." My eyebrows feel singed at her threats. "alright. I am frightend of you. But I Am Not Supposed To Be."
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