Celebrity world and Hollywood fame is what everyone wanted, and so did she. A small girl that was once an angel with a bright future, changed her paths by just a second. She was excellent in her kid and teenager years, adored and liked by many. A kind and social girl in the smaller area in the town, that desperately wanted to enter something she didn’t know about. Indeed, she was curious and rebellious at times, but it was brushed off by just saying, “Oh, Jane is still young.”. Little did they know, she was marching her way into a new space that only few people knew.

The gateway to the unknown, and never foretold. But somehow she did find a way to the secret lair of the red, and managed to get in contact with Him. The only life giver she wanted, even if her parents gave the real thing. Yet, she ignored, so stubborn to win over righteously. And by everyone’s knowing how He worked some would run away and never think about that option, still she carelessly obliged to the idea. The making was easy, he had promised her everything she wanted, and in return he gets her name to keep. Slightly confused on why he wanted that she agreed to the terms, and started her new life. A life she thought she would like, and would never get bored of.

Years passed, and now she was where she wanted to be. The fame that she so eagerly wanted, finally came true. She didn’t believe how fast time passed, but she still remembers then. The life before that she wasted. But so naïve and blinded by the greed of money, and undying love alternated her life. She felt like she was meant to reach into other hearts without a doubt. The love she always wanted, was as a matter of fact there from the beginning. Her family, true friends and worry from grandparents wasn’t enough for her. She went into her ideal plate of the world like she wanted. Worshiping the image, she wanted to be clogged her mind with fog. Only striving for the fame neglected the true love and meaning of life. Her life was written so beautifully, and yet she ruined it by feeding her ego, greed and lust for fame, power and money. She could off backed away at any point in life, but didn’t. She understood she was greedy and selfish, but gave up fighting the bad. She was already following the lines in her role, and continued to obey her new path. Soon she lost her true self, and finally turned into something untrue. Warmth lost the meaning because her savory drink made more sense. Apathy made her into the real mask she didn't ask for, and thus happened what the script said.

The fame flourished over her. She was magnificent as a field of various colored roses. Everything seemed to fit and embrace her true beauty. And because of her outstanding grace she became popular amongst many men and women. She was the model that represented the normal people. Acted the way people acted towards her, defended the victims and expressed everything without filter. She had the light because she was firm with her ideas, and people seemed to fall for her sassy, honest and charming nature. The voice she had while she talked made people astonished and enticed. A single beat of her eyelashes made the men's heart race. Mystery and allure swirled in her stare as if she wanted to see their reactions so she could feed her greed. She loved faces of pure shock, submission, and confusion Already having a reputation so good, everything behind the curtains seemed to dust under the carpet. Her heart was twisted, and if someone would try to taste they would be left with their mouth filled with rocks. She never wanted to be someone's, cause she knew she was hers. The only star in her sky, the queen on her throne, the majesty of her own sea. And even if she was told karma would go back for her, she would care less. Mockery wasn't her cup of tea, even if she was ruthless, she was elegant to it. Her charms were dignifed and victorious, her acting bedazzled and wooed the men around her little finger portraying her as untouchable beauty. While she would swing her hips left to right, eyes would be on her. All the attention was on her, and she was loving to each spark of curiosity from the hungry eyes. Even if they begged, she would turn the cold shoulder. She did enjoy until the very lasting day of her reputation.

The start of her entering notability was unknown. From nothing she went into something. Like there was a gap between entering and skyrocketing into importance. Mystery grew, and reporters began to question her clean background. There was no way she had a clear and sweet background. At first, they did try to bring her down, but she took those remarks down with sincere callbacks. A lady with friendly demeanor and heartwarming sentences left everyone blown away. But once they try some dirty trick, or try to flirt their way into her bed, she would turn into a monstrosity of the night and kill them with a few sentences. Her stance from elegance would turn into an intimidating glare with few remains of her resistance. If she was let loose, no man would make it out alive with their hearts attached. They would weep and run away from her harshness, some say rudeness, but that was her advantage. Every mock and claim, or any defense they would say to her, she would use them in her own tongue, twist and turn to her heart's content and give back a bittersweet response. No one knew if it was just sarcasm or complimenting, or straight-up mocking by mimicking their bickering. That’s why she stood amongst the popular. Because showing humanity and truth calmed the crowd, making her escape from the attacks.

She clearly portrayed it so no one would dare to do anything further. Her strong personality brought back the moral towards celebreties and justice towards the wrongdoings of said celebraties. Even at the top of the piramyd, she still had to take a few stabs. Being the key target wasn’t easy, but she withstanded everything and remained enchating to the very end. The greater deal she was, the better the fall. With hidden scandles, she was the perfect of perfection. Some would say she was a demon hidden behind her angelic appearance. But to no worry of her fans, she got used to the bad and the dirty so much so that she began to dip in those waters. Her mask was the symbol of being humble and grateful for what she had. But her cat-like eyes would always see them as mice if they tried to lead the game she did. And she stayed determained to this hunter role. Just seeing the strand of wickedness made people shiver in delight, but scramble and positioned her at the top of the world. Manipulation was her language, and no one seemed to notice, until they had seen her face to face. By this much power she held, she twisted even further into vile being. She was pleasently magnificent that her crimes from under the cover hid like a monster under the bed.

Starting with drinking and smoking, she continued by using drugs. And to her drugs were a relief of her fakeness she managed to handle. Being the life of the party, slowly turned someone who loved to use, seduce and abuse. Once she started seeing how fragile was the human skin, something within her sparkled. Certain to unholy and foul acts. And yet, she still was the angel everyone knew. No one could find the dirty within her life, and reporters stopped snopping after every try to dethrone her. After all, the humans are filthy and always have something to repent on. Hypnotized into a lie, she just continued into the corrupted mind she never wanted to have. At this point everyone wanted everything from her, no matter what it was. It was obsession to find something more intriguing in her. Nothing seemed to unease this peculiar woman, but sooner or later truth will come forward.

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The brute in her had awoken when she started listening to the little noises in her head when there was nothing else to do. When you can’t handle being nice, something is bound to happen that will shock the human brain. It all started by obsessing over horror movies, and watching disturbing content on the monitor. Next that happened was her personal research of sinister matters on the deep web. After hearing so much screaming, her heart started to beat again. Amazed by the human body, she also continued to watch until she took it in her own hands. Finally, she got excited for something. Breaking from the boring norm of hers, she decided to change by invinting people she disliked. Luring them into her apartment and then drugging them would turn into a person without boundries. Her first scratch was what she remembered the most, because the blood was fresh and easy to make and yearn for more. Slash was the next thing she loved injecting towards others, until she learned to stab. That’s when she went bezerk. Enjoying the screams, but most importantly of somebody dying. The horrifying thing from this all was the bloodthirst she would often have that never seemed to sease. Getting excited from slashing skin and blood-sucking would give her a finish to her touching herself. Morbidly sick and beautiful at the end. Ways of torture she created was anonymusly shared on the secret side of the internet and gained followers there. And after every kill, she would clean and make the suspicion dissapear. She was never investigated, because she framed every person beforehand with different styles. Seeing this as a game, she remained doing what made her heart reach butterflies.

But she still hurt at the very core of her corrupted heart. The only time she could see herself grieve is when the mirror reflected, or when the shower curtains closed behind her bloodied mess. Because then, she was naked, naked to her eye. Yet, she knew in the afterlife she would get her punishment so she made sure to have fun with insanity. The inner battle of continuing to be alive and regretting clang to her brain. How much more could she go through before the grand fall? Showing herself with true nature is a crime to many innocent hearts. Taking the blame was another pain to take on, instead of owning up to it she had blamed others for it. „Of course, humans are actually evil and greedy from the very start so why was I to blame? It is them that are allowing such desires to overcome intellect“, she was only living for herself. Not once did she look at others point of view. Because, her life was harsh enough to deal with. The progress she had made long time ago would go down to her endfull smite by just continuing her selfish and miserful act.

The start of her end began when she went out that awful night. Pretty dressed for LA, legs walking easily to see her perfect-shaped buffet. And let's not forget her revealing buzzzums, jumping while she walked, yet stood in place for the dress. Her sharp high heels matched her make-up, piercing through everything. She looked like a succubus, sexy and addictive. Walking down her path to the limo, she felt eyes staring at her. How she adored it. Soon as the doors closed, she sat quietly and waited for her driver to start the destination to her club. Moving cars and lights made her doze off in her own world and escape reality for a minute. Hearing the words, "Miss we are here." made her snap back to what was now. She nodded at her personal driver and gave him extra money as per usual. This man would always decline at first, but accept at the end. For the first time Jane put herself vunrauble. Agony was what whitheld her eyes, and yet her personal everyday driver didn’t notice the change. No reaction, no sympathy, no moral, nothing from his side. This enraged her, and blamed for even putting herself out. The same sentence he uses everyday repeats, „I hope you stay safe until I come back again for you Miss.“. A bitter smile appeared on her face and nodded to his replay, exiting the car without saying goodbye. Already done and not in the mood for a party, she thought it would be another wasted night. At least that's what she thought.

Walking into a loud room with full gleaming lights, the only thing she wanted was another booze of cleansing pain. Laughing at seeing her so-called friends, she finally began her show. The night continued on with alcoholic drinks, smokes, and consuming various drugs. She was in her cloud nine, but somehow still knew what she had to do, and what was going on. Continuing with her various actions, she stumbled upon a large dark figure. This man was tall and very muscular. And when he looked back at her, she froze. It was him. He came back for her, hungry as ever for her nightmare. His red eyes sparked her terror beyond the flashing lights. And when he smiled so sweetly, she shivered. His head stood on her level and whispered the words she didn't want to hear "It's time to pay the price.". She had looked at him blindly, and everything seemed to freeze around them. A tear was forming in her eyes, she wasn't ready to go yet. She stood there at his mercy, and somehow still dared to beg for a little longer. And then the unthinkable happened. He smirked and added, "Convince me in 24h for not taking your name away." and vanished into the chaotic mess of dancing bodies. Minutes passed and she still stood there, contemplating on what to do. Everything started to scream into her ear, and she couldn't take it anymore. Calling for her cab early, she quickly packed her stuff and some cigars with alcohol with it. The driver came right away, and she jumped into the car gasping for air. "Quickly, take me home." was the only thing she managed to say. Without any doubt, the man obeyed and did what he was told. He had a suspicion for her acting, she didn't hide the fear and panic. She was looking outside the window, and bit her cutely shaped nails. Once she saw her building she grabbed her cash and gave the driver and exited as quickly as possible. Running inside and safely locking every door behind her, she still felt some shadow watch her. Entering her apartment, she sighed deeply to calm down and locked the door. And then with a sudden thud, he was back. Facing her back away from him, she clutched the handle of the door. He was in his full form. His red horns were visible, and his tail whipped as cats would. His goat legs made him taller than any human. "Why are you here Satan?" she asked. "I indeed told you you have 24 hours, but I changed my mind." He sneered at her remaining parts. He had walked close to her, "I'm taking what's precious for you.". And somehow at that moment, she felt a rush. Her eyes widened at her idea and smiled crazily at him. "Not until I break it first." she remarked. And with that pushed her way into her apartment, dropping everything behind her. Grabbing the phone and clicking the button live, she ran to her open and luxurious balcony. Every fan popped up and happily greeted her, but stopped at her new side. She started laughing, giggling, and twirling on the roof dangerously. She looked at the Devil once more with a smirk and drove off again to her fall. She didn't notice that while she confessed her sins and her crimes, he was getting closer to her with a bigger smirk. "I'm a real villain, and my famous name isn't worthy anymore for others to praise. And even if I did ruin it, at least it was mine, to begin with, and I got to destroy it." and with that ended the stream to millions of people around the world. Looking now at him, she got confused since he didn't seem displeased. This angered her, "Why? I destroyed what you wanted the most." and to her horror, he just said back, "Sweetie, did you forget your real name?"