phazonGhost

  WHAT AM I?  "Please have mercy!!"  "what is mercy?"  CRRT! SHING! A thud. He is dead. I move on. The target's bodyguards' blood soaking my body drips onto the ground creating a disturbingly, soothing melody as I ponder and wait for my next orders.  Demon is what I have been called. I suppose I am one. Warm human flesh fused and welded together with cold, hard steel. Spider-like arms extruding out of my left leg. A power saw and a metal tentacle extending out of my right hip. A demonic foot. Human-like arms that shift in ways thought impossible, revealing an oversized machinegun in my right, still hot and smoking from the bloodbath t