The bad, the nasty, and the downright evil
Some people had gotten up and left for their rooms. Others simply ignored the rant. A few even complained, but nothing could be done for the upset demon circling the barroom, complaining about his tragic betrayal back in the town of Shadows Fall. "My own deputy. That back-shootin' coward, who I'd taken under my wing, sided with Desmond Darkspawn and his crew. Nero himself was the one who tied me to that nightmare and sent me out to nowheres, to wither and die out in the wastes." Godric Wrathcaller used to be the marshal of Shadows Fall, located in the western-style realm of Deep South in a world run by any and all creatures and beasts that aren't human.
Now, Godric Wrathcaller was a demon stuck in a deep depression, trying to drink away his sorrows and bothering everyone around him with his complaicant storytelling. "Maybe you can help me out here, missy." Godric was now leaning over a young woman who looked like she wanted nothing to do with this cowboy. "Just help me forget my worries, y'know? I just need some company, just for the night. I don't feel up to sleepin' alone tonight. Whaddya say, little lady?" The young woman cringed under Godric's touch, and her boyfriend looked like he was about to clout the demon in the jaw.
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You can't kill me with kindness. I don't buy it.
-Shinedown
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