Chapter 70: Chapter 70

In the midst of despair, in which he screamed at the top of his lungs that they killed him, that they killed the Dark-Dragon, that they got rid of Tsuky Miki...

Around them, there were desperate parents who believed that their children had psychosis, but they did not find more extensive problems, they themselves ignored their own hallucinations.

There were some things they ignored, pretended they didn't fear, that what they saw was a collective hallucination, but they couldn't find the source of the disturbance...

While these were growing psychopaths there is the Joker who would later be a criminal from Lovecraft County.

Right now, right now, he's catatonic in Arkham, like most of the Halloween villains...

Right there in his cave, there were three golden statues, as far as he knew from the midnight trick, when time passed, and the kiss of death game, he made them repent and feel the real feeling.

When he saw in an alleyway a man being attacked, he jumped between buildings ignoring the inner voice of imminent danger and ran, sliding over bridges and down his ropes.

So when he jumped long on top of the person, he looked over and saw that he landed on the right person, thinking his weight serving to knock him unconscious didn't help at all...

- Run. - Roared at the victim a ragged homeless woman with messy hair who said nothing ran gliding down the nearby, dark alleys and disappeared from view.

- Shit. - He said. - At that time, he should think twice.

By remembering that your villains are caged and straitjacketed.

It was a fucking parademon, luring him into a game of tag with Darkness.

He got caught and fucked on the floor, that moment he found himself on all fours in an alley, with Darkness, lunging at him on one knee, slamming his cock in and out of him.

Tsuky Miki watched, he knew it was the demons that were the remnants of the hallucinations, that helped Darkness that lunged at him willingly, and in the middle of a dark night with no passersby.

It was a big storm, it was raining what looked like blood running down a small stream, which was his cave with the extent of its dimensions.

When they saw each other, they would indeed scream hysterically, and that would be more than enough to flee to the mountains.

It was at those times, he watched around him, that only he could see the blood, that if everyone did, they would be crazier and more hysterical than before.

They fucked Darkness, on top of him fucking him amid rivers of blood, his legs spread, between screams and gasps, and his moans, and screams.

If that were the case, they wouldn't be out on the streets and walking normally as they are now, people dropping by the mound like flies chased by thirsty monsters whose red eyes scared the beholder, nothing more than nightmares, whether or not they were all crazy.

That was a real joke, they took advantage of the unsuspecting, the crazy and people with consciences.

While it was igniting everyone's vision when someone watching saw a stream, looking at transparency flowing into a stream when staring at the river getting closer and closer to their reflection...

Whereupon he fucked right in the middle of the rain of blood, and the blood poured down their bodies amidst the orgasm and the slashes to his body in frantic motions.

He screamed at Darkness between his legs, he saw all around him snarling and moaning demons, the appreciation of parademons flying around.

Darkness, there was no time for him to get used to it, her thrusts in and out of him, each thrust coming with her screams, and sniffing and biting and groping.

As for what was the moment he spent with those three women before turning them into golden statues.

They were in the cave now, he was screaming and moaning amidst the thrusts and Darkness fucking him hard, and taking him towards the bloody storm sky.

He was jealous, and that power, and scooping him up in his lap, his moans and jumping as he hugged Darkness' waist, he was violated, taken and bitten, his lips claimed, by Darkness's.

Their bodies moving, their moans, he was clawing at Darkness's back, who roared, and screamed, finding he had his poisonous nails, and scratching and being bitten, arching his back.

As he was thrust into that cock and gravity helped Darkness slam right into his prostate with each thrust, tightening around his big, wide, veiny cock.

Arching his back, and coming between their bodies, and squirting and his cock, pulsing, and Darkness coming non-stop inside him, amidst his thrusts inside him, with the noise of bodies moving with their body skin slaps the body and its screams.

He was taken skyward, his thrusts pushing and sending him into his own constellation of stars, in their joined bodies, the flames from his eyes sending him skyward.

He was fucked by Darkness, who amidst the rain falling on their bodies, amidst him riding, pushing and pulling, his thrusts in and out of him.

It was the next day, after her sex in the stars and the blood running down the streets went straight to the sewers without any proof of what had happened.

As for what one more remnant of the event, and the day was at its height, as dry as the night before the storm.

He saw the news that children and insane people said they had seen it raining blood, and some passersby saying that the day had dawned sunny and that the night before was a dry night without rain.

Far away they swore they had been killed and tortured by monsters that disappeared.

Watching television, he saw news that some villains were hysterical, giving testimony that they were sentenced to death and that they were being pursued by demons that raped them, killed them and then resurrected them.

Some villains were screaming that they were frequently attacked by demons when they went to the bathroom.

Good thing they were treated like madmen, and he was sure the demons had fun with them, pure sadistic pleasure.

When they had another night of dirtying with Darkness from their honeymoon, not taking action, now they were watching each of the demons have fun and practice dirty, after a day's work and their patrol amid the only thing that what he was doing in these two was sex with Darkness being watched by Demons.

He fucked arching his back, in the sky, and pushed towards a gargoyle statue, as he fucked heartily, blow after blow, he was eaten, hitting and hitting as he bit and slapped his neck, and his Adam's apple.

... I saw a woman getting closer and closer, until when the water was closer in the bloody river a body came out of the water a darkened shadow, a claw a creature that came out of the fires of hell.

He willingly transformed into the immense dragon, it was a full moon cycle.

The ones that were horns and claws and grabbing him by his face and pulling him in, screamed at the top of their lungs, their decapitated hands instantly drowning in the blood he screamed.

It was how he had so many victims he couldn't tell, but he often saw corpses, I mean news of corpses.

Among these bodies being stolen from the morgue, they actually walked away, but who would pay attention to that, and that from what they believed to be black market criminals, everyone who dared to talk about it was treated like crazy, and so they didn't talk about it, it became a ticket to the Arkham.

All this happened then, they were constantly using them to watch out for criminals at their disposal, and promptly used frequently.

Even when there were more Arkham freaks talking and only the kids and no one else saw, and more sensational news about demons and zombies, who would believe that?

The answer?

Nobody...

This became a joke.

When there was again, he was supposed to give a press conference, and a presentation as to how the Delphos group neutralized two Selenitaos ships, and why they would just be in his company, just with some earth technologies, or not.

Now...

He was at another party...

This was a party to bring in more and more contributing partners, partner sponsors and allies in addition to having blood donations and volunteers for humanitarian causes in Lovecraft County and for the Red Cross.

Knowing about the development and creation of a new biological weapon against alien attacks, he had surprises in store for a few days.

The one who was her host was as usual timing his departure, his emerald green tuxedo and his lustrous hair and white tiger mask.

In which he in turn, so he saw terrified glances from members of the Warriors Society in his direction, knew what they were saying...

Not knowing that he hacked their communicators and heard that they couldn't openly say they were victims of monsters and demons, but everything went back to normal as if it never happened.