Chapter 115

Jackson rested his head on my pillow as his eyes danced behind their lids.  Hopefully, he was having a very wholesome dream about life in the future where he was not a demon overlord or some sort of monster pulling the strings of the puppets he controlled and guided in an attempt to cause absolute horror.  I had just had an unfortunate encounter with Sarah Macly in my closet, stupid bitch inflicted some wild damage to my left arm.  At the time, pain was not even a thought, that luxury had passed quickly.

This was one of the few fleeting times I was happy to have a hardwood floor as a highlight to my room.  Dark crimson blood drained down my forearm, paused on my fingertips after painting the lines of my palm, and dripped thickly to the floor.  Small explosions of dark red splattered on my floor, almost indistinguishable accents to the dark stained planks.  Now that I had hand

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