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“…And the Devil will rise…”

Bam! A shot rang out; blood and bits of brain splattered everywhere. The scene was a gruesome one, but then again, it was supposed to be, how else was it supposed to look?

“Great job Damien! That’s a wrap people; we meet back here tomorrow at midnight for the zombie scene!” The director shouted as everyone started packing up. All except for one…

In the middle of the cemetery stood a young man in front of the ‘mannequin’, lighty kicking the body, his eyes were on the bullet hole in the forehead. This was Damien –the Satanic singer everyone loved to hate.

“Soon the king shall come and rule over the unworthy, making way for Satan himself…” Damien softly sang to himself, finally waking from his trace. He lifted his head, his shaggy black fringe slightly covering his eyes. They shone in the darkness of the night, one black with evil vigor, the other red with the thirst of blood. He kicked the head with such force it sailed through the black abyss that surrounded him and landed with a dull thud meters away. He slowly walked to his car, laughing a haunting, bone-chilling laugh.






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Please point them out, I'm aware of a few but just in case I missed some =)
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