"Richardson reached in a pocket of his uniform, took out a patch, peeled the covering from it, and put the patch on the girl's neck as she held her ha...r aside. After a moment, she smiled at him. "That's better. It was you who shot me with that thing, wasn't it?"At Richardson's bemused nod, she put her hands on her hips. "You shouldn't have shot me. That thing made me feel odd. If you wanted me to be quiet, all you had to do was ask. You need to hurry up and wake my sister. She needs to see. But unlike Demons that form from the hatred of life and light, my hatred was directed towards evil itself. That desire to slay and kill the forces of darkness was so powerful that I was able to come alive from the pain and hatred of the discarded heroes. As far as I know, no Demon has ever been born from nearly as many souls as I have, meaning that my power was already unnaturally high.I remember my birth clearly: opening my eyes for the first time deep below the ground of the ashen fields,. But, who could say? This whole damn thing was so fuckin' crazy. Phantoms in the night. Phantom hand. Phantom pussy. Sure, why not phantom cock, too?Now, would that be so horribly disgusting? What if the Phantom decided to fuck him? Well... Dan had on occasion entertained fantasies of what it might feel like to... take it in the ass. Hey, it could even be interesting. He dimly recalled what it had felt like when his mom had given him an enema and had taken his temperature rectally. Warm. Cared. Once we became, we used to indulge only in teasing and kissing each other and didn’t proceed further as she was my best friend. Later after 2 years, I left the company but, I did not lose contact with her as I wanted to fuck her hard and very badly.One fine morning, she happened to ping me on WhatsApp and asked she wanted ₹50,000 and promised me to return the every next month. I immediately obeyed her favor as I had got a chance to have sex with her. I transferred the money to her account after.