One thousand. Todays kill would be my one thousandth. I was waiting for the oh-so-brilliant moment when Google would call my name, and give me a target. I hadn't been out all day and was itching to feel the wind beneath my wings, and hear a humans pitiful shrieks and screams.
Music to my ears.
"Darkiplier? Is there a Darkiplier here?"
"Over here, Google."
"I have been given a new primary obj--"
"Just tell me what I need to know."
"Sky Durran. 10 Royale Street. Female. Five foot eight--"
"I said what I needed to know."
He didn't reply, just turned in one swift movement and stalked away as I rolled my eyes at the back of his head.
After thinking it over for a second, I knew exactly where I was going, and the route with which I would get there.
On the way, I sensed a storm coming on, and I was correct, because upon turning onto Royale Street, thunder was rumbling overhead and it had started to rain. Humans didn't like thunderstorms. They become afraid.
They become almost too easy.
I landed softly on the roof of number ten, and waited until I was certain she was home alone. I then dropped silently into the garden, prepared to have to soundlessly break a window, but the stupid human had left her kitchen window open, so there was no need for a silent break in. I rolled my eyes. Typical.
Getting into the house was the easy part. The harder part was staying out of sight, and cleaning up the mess.
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Demons (Antiseptiplier)
FanfictionAntisepticeye and Darkiplier are hitmen from Hell. They despise each other, until the fateful day when they are kicked out of Hell, banished to Earth by Lucifer himself. Also, Warning! There is violence, bad language and cute gay shite in this story...
