April 6, 2021

How it started.

His name was Herold. He had a wife named Marry. She was at home with their newborn baby. So he pulled into an old diner to think about things. He went and sat in a corner booth. He ordered a Beef Dinner Patty. So, for about fifteen minutes he sat in scilence, waiting for his last meal, or at least human meal. It came out raw but, too lost in depression, he ate it. Then he grabbed his keys, and got up to leave. Halfway out the door, something in him snapped. He dropped his key's and clutched his chest. But nobody helped him. It wasn't until his eye's were glowing red, and his foriegn chanting was to much to ennoy. One person. That's all it took. They took the few step's to get out of his way, and Herold pounced. He scruffed the guy down, then looked around for his next victim. That was the start, of the Demon Apocalipse.

Author's Note

My mind is messed up...