"The devil walks into a bar, is still the greatest of joke opening" thought to himself the Devil segment known as Abaddon as it enters the confines of the dark BDSM, Avi as he calls himself, scanned the bar discerning and categorizing the people around with his newest modified invention the Google glass, set fashionably on his nose, with software that fragmented his vision to add a bluish tang to those around him inclined to go up to heaven and the reddish hue to the ones already conquered by the forces of his brethren.
As he walks about faking an interest in the surrounding people trying their best to be but a shadow of the greatest deviants and torturers that he and his brothers trained through the years, looking for the one soul he tracked down to this measurable place, that soul that still needed that nudge toward evil. The soul that his reinforced glass would not be able to color, the soul of one known as Mr. Ed B. Good, a nick that surfaced on the web, igniting his curiosity.
To be cont.
