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When I was a child, I was afraid of ghosts. When I grew up, I realized people are more scary.
Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.
Dragon, Wolf, and Devil were who I called my found family. My chosen brothers. And me? I was Ghost.
Something terrible, awful, and ghastly was happening now. I was beginning to love it here.
I wanted to fuck every ounce of fear out of her. I wanted to fuck her brave. Because she could be brave now because she had me, and I’d kill anyone trying to hurt her.
I wanted to shake her and scream, you don’t have to be afraid anymore. You have me.
And then chain her to my bed and yell, you should be very afraid now that you do.
I wanted to flood her mouth with my seed and put a hand over her lips until she swallowed it all.
I was what I was. A demon. A ghost. And now she was cursed with me forever.
True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen.
And he was Ames. Somewhere in there, it was him. And I still wanted him. And Ghost I wanted them both.
I’d do anything for Blythe. Even ask for help from her. The crone I’d killed.
“No, death is a misunderstood concept with your kind. It’s not an end; it’s merely a . . . redistribution. When you blow out a candle, is fire dead?”
“Do them, Demon Daddy.”
“I’ll be your demon whore.”
She was everything. My only reason to roam this universe as the despicable being I was. Now I was hers. Her slave for eternity.
The Halloween Boys were becoming more than friends. They were becoming my home.
“You look like mine,” he replied, gravel in his voice. “My Little Ghost. Now everyone who sees you will know it.”
Did blood from a cock taste different than from elsewhere on the body?
I had all my boys now. We were dark, and probably evil, and most certainly damned to Hell, though Ghost swore Hell wasn’t so bad, but they were mine. And I was theirs. My friends. My family. My home.
