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Confessions of a Quasi-Evil Authoress
Hm, maybe it's time to switch back to playing nice...?



(Wherever the Authoress was the last time. She perches, catlike, on the mangled body of her evil counterpart, licking the blood off her hands.)

*listlessly* Yum yum, tastes just like chicken.

Refrain (stepping out of the shadows, sternly): That's enough, Warner.

*bored* Ooh, looky, it's the official party pooper.

Refrain (stern): You should be ashamed of yourself.

*tired* Why? As far as I know, there aren't any guidelines to proper Demon Dragon behavior. And it's not like you're the role model that all other little Mazoku aspire to.

Refrain (slightly flustered): This isn't about me--

*a little pissed now* Of course this is about you. The only reason you're confronting me is that you're worried about your precious, darling children.

Refrain (glares): All right, fine, let me say it straight out, then.

*waves hand* Nono, I know what you want to tell me. "Leave them out of this. They have nothing do with it. If you want revenge, take me instead." *lays down* Save that speech for your sexy wife.

Refrain (angry): This isn't some sort of game!

*opens one eye* It isn't? Then why would I so casually murder a fellow human being, or even be capable of such a thing? I'm supposed to be dead, and yet I offed the supposedly ascendant portion of myself. And you know why, don't you?

Refrain (same): Because you can? Then what makes you different from those you claim to oppose?

*unconcerned* I'm not any different. I'm just as hypocritical as they are. But I also get to feel awful about it every once in a while because I have a conscience.

Refrain: And then you take your frustrations out on us!

*shrugs* Boo hoo, wah wah, life is unfair. Grow the hell up.

(The wings on the Authoress' back suddenly begins to glow, causing her to wince.)

*pained* And growing up, as you can see, hurts like hell. *groans* So go the hell away. I'm not in the mood to be lectured by the likes of you.

Refrain: I'm not leaving until you swear that you will not harm my children.

*pained* Hey, I wasn't the one who made Chatty have a constant deathwish, or caused Mack to go nucking futz, or drove Koe to the priesthood. You and that sexy wife of yours did that all on your own.

Refrain (angrier): You--

*getting mad as well* And don't try to tell me it wasn't true, Mazoku. I don't believe for a minute that you didn't take at least some pleasure in ruining their lives.

Refrain: *glares daggers*

(The Authoress seems at the edge of a long rant, but her wings glow again and she lays down, exhausted from the pain.)

*tired* Mazoku...Ryuzoku...there's no difference. We're all children who refuse to grow up.


Meh, not my best writing...