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Pointed feet alight on rocky ground as a figure materializes. His eyes glitter with a sense of something evil as he surveys the scene. Destruction abounds in a place scattered with corpses as what little life remains withers before his gaze. He hisses in pleasure at events just occurred. Fingers snap, beckoning his loyal minions. Blue sparks shower down as they appear. He does not turn around. He speaks coldly, as though the ice has frozen his words. “Devour them.” The frenzy lasts a matter o...

The darkness came back. It returns about once a month or so, usually just in time for something really important. I never know what's going to happen in those two or three days it's here, but I always know it's going to be bad. Now be quiet while I tighten these ropes. I don't want to hurt you, I really don't. But I can't help it. That's what you must understand. None of this is my fault. Blame the darkness. It's a simple concept, really. The darkness comes, I do bad things. There's really no...

The darkness came back. It returns about once a month or so, usually just in time for something really important. I never know what's going to happen in those two or three days it's here, but I always know it's going to be bad. Now be quiet while I tighten these ropes. I don't want to hurt you, I really don't. But I can't help it. That's what you must understand. None of this is my fault. Blame the darkness. It's a simple concept, really. The darkness comes, I do bad things. There's really no...

It was the angel who first convinced him to ask her out. He had, of course, wanted to ask her out for weeks. Months, even. But just as he had worked up enough courage, the devil would always win out. He wasn’t good enough, would never be good enough for her. She would laugh at him, reject him cruelly. It had been a long time before the angel’s words of encouragement broke through enough for him to take the plunge. He had been so happy when she said yes. And now look where he is. Black tears ...

“Time travel is most definitely impossible,” says the young man to the old man. The old man looks at him with a twinkle in his eye. “After all you’ve seen, all you’ve done, how can you still say that? How can you say that anything is impossible?” The young man chortles. “It is because of all I’ve seen and done that I make this remark.” He settles down in an easy chair near the fireplace, regarding his counterpart with respect. “For I cannot believe that all the wrongs I’ve seen, and yes, hav...