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Never make a deal with the devel him slef. That is the mistace I made. All to save a person who you thought you knew well. All thanks to that person I now under the moon I become one of this minins. Killing those who must go to hell. The moon is the is when I lose my human form and I become a creacher with black wings. I fly thrue the sky my whip at my side. Landing on a tree top and sirch for the person who I was to kill. A man stood on the river side alone I floted down twords him I landed silenty be hind him. I took out my whip of the flame which it was made of I took it a cross his back his sole was saprated from his body. I could now sumon the gate to hell the sole was sucked in to the flams of hell. Have fun I said to my self. Tunring a way the gats were ingulped in flanes and dispierd. Now for my next victom.