"Monsters aren't born. They are created.
Not from the imagination of someone's deepest fears, but from tangible negative energy. Darkness formed from cruelty, pain, and evil.
That is how Devil was made; How I came to be."
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"When I was a child...
That's how long it took to get a meeting with Nightingale.
If I had known that the motherfucker was damn near impossible to reach, I'd of stayed at home with my precious.
With no direct line to contact him, I had to resort to staking out one of the Nightingales whore houses until one of his cronies I recognized staggered out with his pants still around his knees.
I ordered my men to snatch him up and throw is ass in the back of the van.
The idiot was so unaware of his surroundings that he though we were a fucking Uber and proceeded to singAmy Whinehouse's 'Rehab' slurredly and horribly off key until one of my men knocked him in the side of the head with the but of his hand gun.
When we dragged him down to the basement of the Manor we were temporarily staying in, I was more then eager to persuade him to get word to his boss that the Denver Devil wanted to meet with him.
The prick wasn't hard to sway after he woke up a couple hours later tied down to a chair and an electrified poker sending volts of electrify into his groin.
He screamed and screamed as we repeatedly electrocuted his tiny prick until he finally cried for mercy and gave into our demands.
I took great pleasure in the fact that I'd rendered his dick useless for the foreseeable future.
You're welcome ladies.
The dick-less swine delivered my message and I spent the following two days throwing a toddlers hissy fit, behind closed doors of course, in between video chats that I've grown to crave for with my precious.
