The broken girl

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Just a warning for those of you under 18 and those of you who are easily nauseated by shamelessly uncensored horror stories...don't read this. This is what happens when I make art while I'm angry.
Because when I get angry, my mind goes places.

"After all you did, you think you're doing good? Killing a species? Destroying cities? You're a goddamned monster and you know it. You deserved being ripped open and raped every day. You deserved it all. You fucking whore."
The voice won't shut up. It never shuts up. None of the voices will. No matter what I do, no matter how much I follow its directions it won't stop. I tried gouging my ears out. I tried clawing my eyes out. It won't stop. I can't shut my eyes and plug my ears because it is in my head. I can't hold onto my humanity anymore. It only appears to torture me. I want the monster back. It's the only time I feel at peace. I want to kill, eviscerate, burn, wound, tear, shred, kill, murder, rend, and crush. I want that peace back. I want chaos. That is the only time it stops talking, because that is the only time it manifests. I'm stuck in this shit hole with nothing. There is no one here. No one but the demons who have learned to fear me.
"We are ONE! You cannot separate the monster from the person! You are a sadist! You are a monster! A demon! Unworthy of life! Unworthy of death! You are worthless! Your only purpose is blood! Bathe in it!" it shouts, appearing across the hotel room in front of me. I huddle in a corner crying out my corroded blood. My heart pounds to life as it forces out the spent, volatile, corrosive tar. I can't scream anymore, so I cough, hack, and wretch. I have nothing to throw up but blood. The bloodied figure in front of me is my duplicate. It is me in every way. It kneels down and holds my head softly, leaning close to my ear to whisper in my ear. I can feel my teeth. These overlong tusks…these implements that I use for tearing out the throats of my enemies.
"Go out and bathe in the blood of those that awakened me. We can become one. You can be at peace. Please…kill. Rape. Violate your enemies. Take out their intestines and feed them to them. " it tells me.
"Yes!" I breath heavily, ready to obey. It puts a finger under my chin and pulls me to my feet. My bloody hair hangs heavily at my ankles, and my body burns with the need for new blood. I can smell it. The smell of old, rotting blood has overtaken my sinuses long enough. I need flesh.
"Kill. Torture. Violate. Do what you were meant to, demon. " it breathes, holding me closer. I can feel the heat of her body on me. She caresses my body, covering up the fire of pain with the fire of stimulation. She bites into my throat. More black tar leaks out of my arteries and flows to the floor. It eats through the building.
"I will!" I gasp as her fingers enter me.
"Good…you know I only want the best for you, Samantha. Listen to me. Kill them all." she whispers, licking my ear and continuing to massage me with her claws covered in clotted blood and viscera.
"Kill them all. Yes, master…I will. I'll kill them all." I sigh, relieved that I can feel something other than agony at least for a few moments. My legs start to buckle under her assault.
"Walk forward, dear…do it and I will relieve you later." She says silkily, disappearing from my sight.
"No!" I plead, looking for her. I need her. The unreleased tension inside of me fades and turns into fire. Fire in my veins. My face burns with my black tears.
"Forgetting something?" the voice asks. I turn to face the direction it comes from. She is leaning on the wall, tapping my sword. It is heavily clotted with black and red blood. I stumble towards the sword. It used to be my mother's. It's a gigantic blade that is five feet long. I used to think something about this sword gun. I forget what it was. Now I just let it drag behind me.
"Thank you, Syren." I say, bowing to her feet. She flexes her talons at me and I kiss them, licking the blood off of them.
"I'm not real…that blood won't do you any good, my little blood hound. I'm just your subconscious. You're a schizophrenic, remember?" she asks.
"Sorry, master." I whisper. I slowly back away to stumble out the door.

I swing the sword at the warehouse door. Even in my unfed state it's quite light and the foot thick steel slices like butter. Inside I see a mass of black shapes that seem to absorb all the light. An amonous chanting fills the air. This was the reason I was released from my prison. The sole reason to my existence. Killing demons. I am special. I am the murderer of demons. They're obsolete. I am the future.
"You are my pet, dear. These are vermin. Pets kill vermin. Now focus. I won't bother you." she says. My perception clears and my limbs feel less like they're weak. I can think again.
"Thank you, you goddamned bitch. I'm going to kill you someday." I growl, rushing into the warehouse. They all rush me, leaping into the air and throwing blasts of magic at me. My body is half-demon. I can absorb this. And I do so. The refreshing rush of Bioaetheric energy charges me instead of harms me. I laugh maniacally at their attempts to kill me. It's hilarious. A joke of momentous proportions. It's pure comedy and I can't stop laughing! Their claws bite into me and shred me. Their teeth sinks into my body, but it's not stopping the laughter. I can't stop laughing, and somehow I still have black acid to cry. I charge my blade with bioaetheric power. An immense charge that makes my sword a giant hammer of energy that explodes anything it touches.
"You all are jokes! You're fucking hilarious! I will make hell your new heaven, and I will be your goddess! Now kneel!" I shout, throwing these things off of me and swinging my blade in a wide circular arc. The energy is unleashed in a circular tidal wave. The supports of the warehouse explode, and the structure collapses. The hundred-foot tall roof speeds towards everything. I open my arms to welcome this release of death. I close my eyes and feel the impact of millions of pounds of steel and concrete on my head and arms. It feels like Styrofoam. Nothing can kill me. Even the flesh that was stripped off of my body begins to flow out of the slaughtered demon bodies and back into the wounds. My blood flows back into my body. Initially I'm stunned that this didn't kill me. I put a hand to my head to make sure it's still there. With wide eyes, I can feel a mad laughter rising in my throat. But as I do so, demons rise from the wreckage. My sword is thrown from my hands. I whip out my claws and leap into action. My powerful body propels me at near sonic speeds through the mob. Blood and bits of meat shower me. I open my mouth to catch it. Demon flesh tastes so sweet…just like candy. It continues for a few minutes. The demons eventually wise up and try to run. Key word being try. I bound into the sky and rake my claws through the glass sides of the skyscrapers. I focus, using my telepathy to manipulate the glass shards. The storm flies into the demons. From this distance it looks like painting. The black blood stains the sidewalks in delightfully complex patterns. I bring myself into a hover. Any demon I see, the storm of glass follows. It shreds dozens. When I'm finishedna roaring fills the air. I grin in horror as the road below starts to split. A humanoid arm reaches out towards me, filling my vision with its skinless flesh. Claws the size of cars try to grip me. I ball a fist, slicing into my palms. The pain makes me scream as I propel myself into the hand. Energy crackles from my fist. The impact into the demon's palm has an instant effect. The arm splits like a banana, the bones snapping like twigs. I reach the bottom of the being and slam into the sewer below. The shards of exploded bone embed themselves into the skyscrapers, showering the screaming demon in glass. I imagine it got in its throat as well. I'm showered with black blood. It's so hot. It is stimulating to me. I rub it all over myself, savoring it. The muscles in m lower belly tense wildly and I scream in pleasure.
"More! I need more blood!" I shriek, kicking the unseen mass. The "torso" explodes into gore that showers the street. Another roar fills my ears. His screams resonate everywhere within my body, and I shiver. "I NEED MORE!"
"You are not a demon…you are a devil!" it groans in its immensely deep and booming voice.
"I am a slave, a dog, and broken! And I need your body so that I can be complete again!" I hiss. I leap up into the grotesque face of his. The almost canine snout is full of three rows of uneven fangs of differing lengths. When I ram my fist into it, the skull explodes. It showers everything in gore once again. I land in front of it, smiling uncontrollably and raise my arms. My immense telekinetic power lifts the corpse from the subterranean tunnel. I can see the full body. It was the size of a building. The lower legs were double kneed. The feet were gigantic. But that isn't my concern. The intestines of demons are so durable…so stretchy and workable…I mimic the actions I perform with my hands. I hold it in my right hand and use my claw to slice its chest. Blood pours onto me. I bite my lip in pleasure, savoring it before continuing. The intestines seemingly rip themselves through the wound and wrap themselves around the office building in front of me. They stretch so far that it mesmerizes me. When I tie him up by them…he slumps slightly but otherwise stays. I wish they didn't die so easily. Some of them could recover from being blown apart. Why can't they attack me? Why are these weak foot soldiers always sent after me?
"Did I do good?" I ask.
"Yes, my pet…but not good enough." He says. My heart sinks.
"What?"
"That was horrific! They ran from you! How could you kill them like that, you goddamn piece of murderous shit?!" she shouts. I back away, but she's already upon me. She punches me in the throat. I fall on my head.
"W-why? Wasn't this what you wanted?" I ask.
"No! It's all wrong! I fucking hate you! You're a fucking piece of shit!" she shouts, kicking me with her talons. The claws continuously impale me over and over. I curl up into a ball, trying to protect myself from her. The berating continues on and on for what feels like an eternity.
Wait…other sounds…Syren stops beating me.
"your friends are here. Peter and his crew. The people that failed you. The ones that let you get turned into this. The ones that released me. Show them how you feel because of them. Show them how much you failed them. But please, don't kill them like the others. They don't deserve that. Do that…and I promise…I will give you release."
"Yes, master…I will!"


...and this is what happens when I stay up all night watching an anime that's depressing as fuck while simultaneously being pissed off to the point of punching shit as hard as I can. Don't be like that, kids.