The Devil And I

There we are: In love. The Devil (I can't reveal their name, but it's cute) and Pomelo. We are about to get married. That's the exact moment when I proposed them. Obviously was a yes. Look that "I'm in love" face. That's a picture to remember, huh? And we are together since the dawn of times. You wouldn't fucking believe it. Year after year, close to each other. Fucking weird, huh? But that's how things work. A little strange, though. I... think... well... no. I don't know. Oh fuck. No, fuck no. I know what's happening here. Fuck me, man. What a douchebag. You know why this shit happens to me? Because I like drugs, too fucking much for me to control my fucking self. You gotta fucking know The Devil. You gotta know what they do. Fucking shit. Fucker. I'm gonna fucking kill them. He mind controlled me into thinking that I was in fucking love with him. To develop trust. To develop fucking complicity. You know what that fucking shit does to people? I'm talking about trust: You know what it does? It makes you tell shit that you don't have to tell. I'm not gonna fucking tell you what I told them. No fucking way. That's why I don't fucking trust. ANYONE. This shit overwhelms me, man, woman, I don't fucking care. The thing is that that fucking Devil fucked me, hard. I don't even fucking know them. Fucker. It happened one Friday night when I was at my fucking place, waiting for Gilbert and FaorGhn to come, and I got a text from them, The Devil. They said: "Hey Pom, whatcha fucking doing you fucking droggo?" -Of course I replied- "Hey fucker I'm waiting for my friends, what is your lonely fucking ass doing? And what the fuck do you want?" -I said, because I knew that would piss them off. I just want something they have. A pagane trinket, forged by them sorry ass like 50.000 years ago. It's incredible. Omnipresence, omnipotent, it gives you the ability to do literally whatever you want. He said- "I'm about to pop some fucking beers. Come over. I'm at my fucking place. Use this portal" -And a 4 meters fire wall appeared in my fucking living room. But nothing burned. Awesome. A kinda blue-greenish fire. Awesome. It smelled, like lavender. Awesome. I jumped in. In the other fucking side some fucking huge beasts were waiting for me. They grabbed me, beat the shit out of me. And he touched my forehead with them dirty fingers. What a fucking weird smell. It were like if you can mix wood and fur odors. Don't know how to explain it. Well the thing is now I'm in bed with them. Let the fucking carnage begins. No one fucks with Pomelo. Not for long. Not that much. Me cago en la puta tambien