Horror, horror, WHORE! Or...?

[LY the Knife-Kid]

Story 100% by Me.

Warning: I am the Sickest Fuck. And I intend upon keeping it that way.

So prepare your fucking anus, because I'm stuffing it with a knife.

Twice.

A Tale of Several Unfortunate Events
Don't say I didn't warn you. This will scar your fucking mind.
And No, I am not sorry.
Let's see just how fucked up this can get.
Story free-written off the top of my skull.

[LY the Knife-Kid]

I can't honestly control what I do.

I mean I could - but where's the fun in that right? I love nothing more, than a damned good bloodbath. I could only hope to smear the blood of the enemy all over the walls, and fill the carvings with their blood - and their flesh.

Sometimes I even sit there and taste the blood, that so casually drips down the blade of my knife. Nothing like the warmth of another's red liquid, hitting the tip of your tongue no less. Sometimes, I even get turned the fuck on, when the blood pours down my flesh.

I suppose I can go back, and tell ya where all this started. I was rather young, and by that, I mean newer to the Scale than only a few others. See, back in my time, there were only a few others - and I say this, because back then - the Scale was somewhat wise. Only bringing specific people out, and keeping the Balance - before it got all messed up and Godz, and humans started wandering the Earth at the same time and shit. That and planets became infested - well, let's not get into that.

So there I was.

Minding my own business, when WHOOPMH! It happened right? Well, I dare say it did. It happened. I was stabbed to death, by two wretched bitches. One of crimped blonde hair, another of red. Both of them were Witches. We called them Blondie, and the "Other Bitch" since being correct with titles, just wasn't my thing. I didn't care for anyone, because I didn't have to.

But right there, before the Obliterated Scalen Kingdom, where the King had made his name for himself - was me, and well - my knife. Or what would become my knife. Either way, anyone would have died. It was shoved straight through my chest, blood was just oozing, and they - well they were laughing at me. Stupid cunts! How dare they! And... and as I laid my head to rest, something happened.

Something ALWAYS happened.

A voice came to me, and then a moment later - there was a whole motherfucking dragon laying there in the eternal darkness, before me. Glowing vibrant colors of reds, oranges, and yellows. Each time he took a breath, those colors showed up. Each time. Because he was actually solid black in coloring. But his breathing, and any light that shimmered down upon him, activated his awesomeness. Well anyways, there I was. Small child, about 13 eons old... I just tell people I'm 13 years of age. That works right? People on Earth, Ha! They're stupid. They'll never know because they can't tell their heads from their own asses! But anyways. There I was, standing there. That knife wasn't lodged in my chest anymore.

Where the fuck was I? Who knew. Didn't matter anyways, there was a massive dragon before me, and he was mentally telling me things. Or showing me? Who knew.

Well before I knew it he was handing me that knife. That was shoved into my chest about a second earlier. Only this time, it looked different. He said that it was special. Said that he gave it back to me, laced with some artifact, that was virtually indestructible by any means. I said that all I wanted to do was erase my entire existence. There was nothing for me to do - I couldn't feel anything. Not emotions, desires, nothing - other than pain. Which I learn to get off on later in this mess.

There was just no point for me.

So why carry this out? Those bitches had killed me - right? This was the end?

But I was only in Oblivion. Before LORD LUCIFERIAH himself. The Lord Dragon that guarded Satan himself, and now - apparently, me. But why? What was so special about me? Of all people come now. Seriously. Well it didn't matter. Wouldn't anyways.

He told me I could have one wish.

My wish was to die. That I would go back in time to before I was created, and erase that. All of that. So he agreed.

Wait. Yes, he agreed.

I signed the letter in blood and everything, holding that knife. I never wanted to let it go. It was special to me now. The Lord Dragon was going to set me.... free... but at what cost? Catch, catch - there is ALWAYS catch.

I had to agree to something.

Okay what was it? Oh the elimination of everyone? What if I died trying to do it? Never mind it! You would be brought back again! You would never die, and truly come back until the job was done.

So how long was the Kill List?

Indefinite!

What kind of sick joke was this?

So what did I have to do? Well I had to go back and fourth through all of Hell, and kill people off. Like an assassin, only better. A demonic child - a true devil. Something evil, putrid, and wretched. I agreed, and I was tickled about this too. The only thing was, is every time someone fucked up - there were only more and more people to kill. I would never get the chance to erase myself. The realizations were all too clear. The Lord Dragon didn't want me to die. He saw something inside of me - that he needed.

And so... I live.