Chapter 4- Hit list

  Why didn’t my vision stay red, it was strange. I thought for a moment. Jerry wasn’t my target. I wasn’t angry at him. I was angry at all of demon kind, and heaven too, everyone fucked me over, and left me to die. I wanted to tear down the system. And my new powers just might be enough to do it. I grinned an evil grin. But I would be absorbing many, many souls. Killing hundreds, if not thousands of people. Did I care? I thought about it. I really thought about it.... Nope, didn't care, but I did care about my image. I couldn’t care less how many corpses I had to step over to gain power, but I had to look cool doing it.

  I got Jerry to tell me of any other demons he knew. The only other one besides me and Sableye, was this super rich asshole, who smuggled girls into the US. He was secretly involved in the slave trade, taking girls from poor countries, sneaking them in, and pimping them out. What a fucking turd bag. I was glad I’d get to rip him a new one, but I didn’t know how powerful he was. Jerry never asked, as he was a shitstain on every other demons shoe. He’d played the toady for 700 years after all. My fault of course, but Sableye was never a very direct person. 

  This was a gamble on my part. If I was more powerful, I’d kick his ass. If he was more powerful, I’d probably die and get shoved in a sewer to rot. I’m not sure if I’m immortal anymore either, so If I died, I might die the true death, instead of being discorporated. It had happened before. Being discorporated was uncomfortable, to say the least. Having your soul, energy, whatever demons have, anyways, sucked through a kaleidoscope, feeling like you’re falling off a hundred foot cliff, combined with pain, lots and lots of pain. When I think about it, here’s hoping for the true death instead. But I didn’t really want to die any kind of death, true or not. Who should I kill, to power up, I asked myself. 

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  “Any one you want rubbed off,” I asked Jerry.

  “Sorry boss, you gotta have a penis to rub one off,” he said laughing in my face. I quickly punched him in the throat, and he choked.

  “You want to kill mortals?” Jerry asked, and his eyes widened. “Why?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

  “Ever since my demon energy was removed,” I said, and his mouth quirked up at the corner. “I’m able to absorb mortal souls for power,” I finished. 

  He looked at me quizzically. “You can eat human souls,” he said sardonically. “Where do they go,” he asked.

  “Into my solar plexus,” I said. “I’ve got 4 of them swirling around, right now.” 

  He looked at my stomach, “I don’t see anything,” he said quizzically. “You replaced balls with souls he said,” cracking up stupidly. 

  I grimaced, red danced around the corners of my vision, I breathed deeply. “Jerry can help me, Jerry can help me,” I quietly said over and over. I will reclaim my penis I promised myself, and looked up at him.

   “So, you got nobody who you want killed, removed, disappeared,” I said. Oh god, I thought to myself, I will get back my penis.

  “Nah,” he said, still grinning, rolling his eyes and pausing in thought.

  “Well you could kill this one guy, who always beats up the girls he fucks,” he said thoughtfully. “He’s already killed one of them. He paid us off,” he said, “but it's not good business.”

  “I’m going to enjoy this,” I said. “I’m going to enjoy this.”