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i'd like to make a 1/3 chance to spawn particles, give buffs, and play one of two enderdragon sounds, but it isn't working...

In my book I mess with the font a lot, whether it be (de/in)creasing it by a size to show a shift in tone volume or just flat out changing the font entirely for some scenes.

And that made me wonder: Can I even do that?

Not to suck myself off(not sure if i can say that here), but I'd say it's a fairly unusual piece of text
I plan to include pictures, some characters talk in different font styles, and a good amount of 4th wall breaks (Third person Omnicent).

So like; can I do that or what

Context: Hate is a symbiote that can take control of the host(MC), with proper consent.
I'm not sure what to say, particularly, but this is graphic(Ehh). When I asked my girlfriend, she said she "Threw up in her own mouth," Because of the scenes

As Hate walked in, the boss sat in a chair at a ninety-degree angle, his legs and back on the armrests, guards surrounding the edge of the room.  

“Whats your name, boss man?” Hate raised an eyebrow, pointing at the boss.
“Kyen,” He didn’t glance at Hate, “Who’s asking?”
“S-” Hate started, before cutting himself off, “Call me Hate.”
“Hate,” Kyen tested the name, “What do you want?”
“What do you know about the demon queen?” Hate stared at him, “Kyen.”
“Depends, what do you have to offer me?” He scoffed, sitting up slightly, “You look like a pretty little cocksucker.”
“Your life,” Hate blinked but otherwise didn’t flinch at the insult.
“Looks like we have a clown in my office,” Kyen laughed, inviting the others in the office to laugh as well, “Look, I’m not the guy you fuck with, maybe some of my lackeys, sure, maybe their wives? I already fucked them.”
“Prove it,” Hate grinned. 
“Are you sure about this?” Kyen raised an eyebrow, “This is a soundproof room, I use it for private sessions but it’ll serve a different purpose today.”
“I guess it will.”
“Kyle, fuck him up,” He pointed at Hate, and a lackey walked towards him.
“Don’t do this, Kyle,” Hate warned. 
“I’m going to have to ask you to leav-” Kyle almost finished, before Hate grabbed his arm with his right hand, his left hand grabbing his torso, and together, tearing off his arm.
“Too slow,” Hate said, thrusting Kyle’s own arm through his head, causing the top to rupture, and spew gray matter and blood onto the ceiling.
“The fuck!?” Kyen stood up, taking a step back.
“What’s wrong?” Hate fake pouted for him, “Am I stronger than you thought?” 
“Okay, okay, I get it,” He signaled for two goons to come in from behind to grab him.
“You guys thought I didn’t have eyes in the back of my head?” Hate sighed, grabbing one's stomach and tearing off the skin, revealing his organs and intestines. As blood poured out, Hate grabbed his large intestine and got behind the second guy, putting it around his neck until he was almost unconscious, then pulling hard enough to take his head clean off.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?!?” He shrieked.
“I wonder…” Hate rummaged through the stomachless one’s organs, pulling out his liver, and taking a bite, as if it was an apple. “Fatty.”
“I’l tell you whatever you want, just let me and my men go,” Kyen reasoned with a cautionary outstretched hand.
“Where is she.”
“Southeast!” He exclaimed quickly, “A while directly southeast.”
“Any traps or bullshit like that.”
“Nothing, nothing like that,” Kyen hyperventilated as Hate bit further into the Viscus, blood running down his chin.
“That about does it.”
“Thank fuck…” He sighed, “Can we go now?”
“Hm…” Hate put his index finger on his cheek, wiping blood on it, “Nope!”
“W-What do you mean?” Kyen took a shaky breath.
“The fuck you think I mean?” He picked up the severed head on the ground, “I mean no.”
“That’s not fai-” One person tried to speak up, to which Hate drove the head into his at mach 1.4, the spin roughly coating the entire room in blood.
“Quiet.” The other underlings stood quiet as Hate stood in the middle putting down the liver.
“Why are you doing this?” One was able to squeak out before Hate grabbed his jaw, ripping it off and jamming the hard part into the top of his skull, easily causing brain death.
“A message.” Only three remained, including Kyen.
“Just let them live, please!” Kyen begged as Hate grabbed one’s head with both hands, crushing it between his palms, brain and blood splattered on his face. Hate licked away the stuff on his upper lip, and moved to the next one.
“These people need to know that they’re weak,” The one Hate approached attempted to punch him, but Hate caught his wrist and snapped it, resulting in a horrid compound fracture. He then pinned him against the wall, stabbing the lackey in the head multiple times with the spiked and fractured bone. He left him with the bone through his head, skewering the wall to hold him up, “And it’s fun.”
“Shit shit shit shit,” One fumbled around with a note in his pocket as Hate approached.
“Hm?” Hate made a sound of confusion, forcing him to elaborate.
“M-My wife and daughter, they live in the village right near the demon queen’s castle,” He shuddered, “Please just give this to them.”
“A death request?” Hate looked at the note neutrally, “I guess I may allow myself to do that.”
“Thank you so mu-” Hate had already grabbed his scalp and taken off his head.
 “And that just leaves you,” Hate turned, “Sit down, I have a treat for you,” Kyen sat slowly.
“What could I have left to give you?” Hate climbed onto him, forcing Kyen’s legs closed as he put his legs on either side of him, and put his hand on his neck.
“I’m going to take out all of your teeth.”
“WAIT WAIT WAI-” Hate grabbed the right central incisor and pulled it out, feeling each ligament snap with ecstasy. He repeated this for the lateral incisors, then the canines, the molars and finally the wisdom teeth. Hate did this three more times, by the end Kyen couldn’t help but cry and sputter, the taste of iron filling his mouth as Hate stood up while putting the teeth in his pocket.
“I’m done,” Hate tore open his chest, destroying his ribs and splattering more blood over him, he reached in and grabbed Kyen’s liver, taking a hearty bite before hearing a small squeak behind a wallboard. After moving it away Hate discovered two girls, which he quickly assumed to be Kyen's former entertainment, as they were barely covered and slightly moist. When they looked out they saw their boss, and everyone in the room dismembered, disemboweled, destroyed, or decimated.
“PLEASE DON’T KILL US!”
“WE’LL DO ANYTHING!” They screamed, putting their hands together and kneeling on their knees. Hate looked down on them, while gnawing on the organ.
“Forget you were ever here.”
“WE WILL!” They praised, as they ran through a secret door.
“Okay, I can switch back now.” 

Context: Hate is a symbiote who lives inside of a host it can take over (When given proper consent)

[THIS IS GRAPHIC]

Yes, I censored all swear words cause this sub doesn't allow them

As Hate walked in, the boss sat in a chair at a ninety-degree angle, his legs and back on the armrests, guards surrounding the edge of the room.  

“What's your name, boss man?” Hate raised an eyebrow, pointing at the boss.
“Kyen,” He didn’t glance at Hate, “Who’s asking?”
“S-” Hate started, before cutting himself off, “Call me Hate.”
“Hate,” Kyen tested the name, “What do you want?”
“What do you know about the demon queen?” Hate stared at him, “Kyen.”
“Depends, what do you have to offer me?” He scoffed, sitting up slightly, “You look like a pretty little [Kneepad needer].”
“Your life,” Hate blinked but otherwise didn’t flinch at the insult.
“Looks like we have a clown in my office,” Kyen laughed, inviting the others in the office to laugh as well. “Look, I’m not the guy you frick with, maybe some of my lackeys, sure, maybe their wives? I already fricked them.”
“Prove it,” Hate grinned. 
“Are you sure about this?” Kyen raised an eyebrow, “This is a soundproof room. I use it for private sessions, but it’ll serve a different purpose today.”
“I guess it will.”
“Kyle, frick him up,” He pointed at Hate, and a lackey walked towards him.
“Don’t do this, Kyle,” Hate warned. 
“I’m going to have to ask you to leav-” Kyle almost finished before Hate grabbed his arm with his right hand, his left hand grabbing his torso, and together, tearing off his arm.
“Too slow,” Hate said, thrusting Kyle’s own arm through his head, causing the top to rupture and spew gray matter and blood onto the ceiling.
“The heck!?” Kyen stood up, taking a step back.
“What’s wrong?” Hate fake pouted for him, “Am I stronger than you thought?” 
“Okay, okay, I get it,” He signaled for two goons to come in from behind to grab him.
“You guys thought I didn’t have eyes in the back of my head?” Hate sighed, grabbing one's stomach and tearing off the skin, revealing his organs and intestines. As blood poured out, Hate grabbed his large intestine and got behind the second guy, putting it around his neck until he was almost unconscious, then pulling hard enough to take his head clean off.
“WHAT THE FART IS WRONG WITH YOU!?!?” He shrieked.
“I wonder…” Hate rummaged through the stomachless one’s organs, pulling out his liver, and taking a bite, as if it were an apple. “Fatty.”
“I’ll tell you whatever you want, just let me and my men go,” Kyen reasoned with a cautionary outstretched hand.
“Where is she.”
“Southeast!” He exclaimed quickly, “A while directly southeast.”
“Any traps or bullpoop like that.”
“Nothing, nothing like that,” Kyen hyperventilated as Hate bit further into the Viscus, blood running down his chin.
“That about does it.”
“Thank frick…” He sighed, “Can we go now?”
“Hm…” Hate put his index finger on his cheek, wiping blood on it, “Nope!”
“W-What do you mean?” Kyen took a shaky breath.
“The frick you think I mean?” He picked up the severed head on the ground, “I mean no.”
“That’s not fai-” One person tried to speak up, to which Hate drove the head into his at mach 1.4, the spin roughly coating the entire room in blood.
“Quiet.” The other underlings stood quietly as Hate stood in the middle, putting down the liver.
“Why are you doing this?” One was able to squeak out before Hate grabbed his jaw, ripping it off and jamming the hard part into the top of his skull, easily causing brain death.
“A message.” Only three remained, including Kyen.
“Just let them live, please!” Kyen begged as Hate grabbed one’s head with both hands, crushing it between his palms, brain and blood splattered on his face. Hate licked away the stuff on his upper lip and moved to the next one.
“These people need to know that they’re weak,” The one Hate approached attempted to punch him, but Hate caught his wrist and snapped it, resulting in a horrid compound fracture. He then pinned him against the wall, stabbing the lackey in the head multiple times with the spiked and fractured bone. He left him with the bone through his head, skewering the wall to hold him up, “And it’s fun.”
“Poop poop poop poop*,*” One fumbled around with a note in his pocket as Hate approached.
“Hm?” Hate made a sound of confusion, forcing him to elaborate.
“M-My wife and daughter, they live in the village right near the demon queen’s castle,” He shuddered, “Please just give this to them.”
“A death request?” Hate looked at the note neutrally, “I guess I may allow myself to do that.”
“Thank you so mu-” Hate had already grabbed his scalp and taken off his head.
 “And that just leaves you,” Hate turned, “Sit down, I have a treat for you,” Kyen sat slowly.
“What could I have left to give you?” Hate climbed onto him, forcing Kyen’s legs closed as he put his legs on either side of him, and put his hand on his neck.
“I’m going to take out all of your teeth.”
“WAIT WAIT WAI-” Hate grabbed the right central incisor and pulled it out, feeling each ligament snap with ecstasy. He repeated this for the lateral incisors, then the canines, the molars and finally the wisdom teeth. Hate did this three more times, by the end Kyen couldn’t help but cry and sputter, the taste of iron filling his mouth as Hate stood up while putting the teeth in his pocket.
“I’m done,” Hate tore open his chest, destroying his ribs and splattering more blood over him, he reached in and grabbed Kyen’s liver, taking a hearty bite before hearing a small squeak behind a wallboard. After moving it away Hate discovered two girls, which he quickly assumed to be Kyen's former entertainment, as they were barely covered and slightly moist. When they looked out they saw their boss, and everyone in the room dismembered, disemboweled, destroyed, or decimated.
“PLEASE DON’T KILL US!”
“WE’LL DO ANYTHING!” They screamed, putting their hands together and kneeling on their knees. Hate looked down on them, while gnawing on the organ.
“Forget you were ever here.”
“WE WILL!” They praised, as they ran through a secret door.
“Okay, I can switch back now.” 

(Context: Hate is a symbiote, not evil evil, but not good either)

[and ignore the grammar, my editor is yet to review it]

Bold is Hate speaking, full Italics is thought

“Fluxxing CO2 behind you,” Hate warned.
“What does that mean?” He rolled his eyes.
“Essentially, something’s breathing down your neck.”
“Shit-” Sam’s head whipped around to look at the demon behind him, who lunged at him. Sam barely managed to duck and back away, before hitting a tree.
“Until we get you a weapon, this is the best I can do.”
“WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?!” Sam started, before Hate elongated his right arm’s bones, tearing through his wrist and hand to eventually sharpen into an edge, and have a point to make a sword attached on his arm, made from his own bone.
“Ta-da…?” Hate swirled around his right wrist, patching up the giant holes left by the large mutation.
“That’s super metal,” Sam thought, his inner voice nirvanic, “It also really hurts.”
“Why aren’t you screaming then?” It asked.
“It’s just so much it doesn’t really feel real?” He chuckled weakly, “So It’s kinda just numb to me.”
“Not even a thank you,” Hate fake-sighed, “I turned off most of your pain receptors in the area, so just don’t do anything stupid.”
“Foolish human…” The demon snarled, “Your pathetic body can’t scratch the extravagance of the descended race!”
“Hate, fact check this,” Sam smirked, as Hate used Sam’s eyes to look at the demon.
“The skin of this guy looks to be made from some metal mixture, much weaker than common steel, you can cut him down,” Hate spoke down to the demon from a mouth on Sam’s left forearm.
“Oh what’s that?” He grinned, “Speak louder for the ‘descended race’ in the back.”
“Be careful though, this guy is strong, and pretty fast, you shouldn’t be reckless,” It spoke directly to Sam.
“I’m on it,” It lunged at Sam again, attempting to bite his neck. Sam met it head on with a swing to the forehead, cutting a gash into the demon’s head, causing an orange fluid to spill from the wound, “Ew, what’s that…”
“Ichor and blood from interbreeding with you disgusting humans,” It sneered, circling Sam.
“Wow, that’s super racist,” Sam commented, sloppily blocking an attack from its claws at the last second, leaving him open.
“I know, that was the intent,” The demon grinned, taking the opening and thrusting its talons forward, stabbing through Sam’s shoulder.
“Shit!” He inhaled, as he cut off the demon’s wrist, causing it to dart back, and grab the bleeding stump.
“YOU INSOLENT BRAT!” It bore its rows of teeth as it approached Sam, who was busy applying pressure onto his shoulder wound, “THAT TAKES TIME TO REGENERATE Y’KNOW!”
“WHY ARE WE EVEN FIGHTING!?!” Sam shouted, crimson streaming down his shoulder and arm as the demon balled his other hand into a fist, hitting him in the face.
“So I can purify this worthless race and create a new, wonderful world for the-”
“Hey Sam, you know what this ‘epinephrine’ chemical is?” Hate spoke, causing Sam to tune out of the large monologue, “I’m withholding it right now because I’m not sure if it’s truly helpful.”
“Not by name, what’s in it?” Sam thought, as Hate stirred in the bone-blade, sharpening it slightly.
“Nine carbon, thirteen hydrogen, one nitroge-” Hate started before Sam cut it off.
“Have you been blocking adrenaline?” He gasped silently.
“What’s that?” It kept sharpening.
“It’s the ‘fight’ part in ‘fight or flight’, have you really never encountered it before?” Sam asked, while Hate silently allowed it to flow in his blood. Instantly Sam saw clearer, despite hearing his heartbeat louder he could catch every sound made by the demon, his vision focused on its every movement. He sprung up and kicked the demon with two feet, knocking it back around three yards.
“Oh?” The demon smirked, “The boy has more fight in him.”
“We’re just getting started,” Sam laughed.

[Chapter change]

They circled around each other, both looking for an opportunity to strike. Sam moved first, feinting a high strike only to kick the demon’s legs and hit from another side, creating a gash on its chest. Sam then jumped back in caution as the demon scratched in an attempt to hit Sam, which failed.  

“Take your head out of your ass and focus,” Sam elbowed it in the head, then slashed again across its legs, kicking it back in the chest, lunging forward with his arm outstretched. The demon read his attack and moved to the side, punching his side, causing him to fling in the direction, hitting a tree.
“Good advice, maybe a hypocrite shouldn’t give it though,” The demon snarled as Sam sneered and grabbed his ribs.
“Alright, tell me one thing,” He spoke through blood dripping down his chin, “What rank are you in the demon’s society?”
“Blood four,” It smirked, “After killing your little cuck polycule, I’ll be promoted to three or two, I bet-”
“Fuck this,” Hate stood up, wiping his bloody chin with the back of his left hand, “In all the time you’ve been talking, I’ve studied you entirely, but all you should know is that you talk too much.”
“What the hell?” It thought, “His mannerisms completely changed, he’s so much more charged, is this!?-” It got cut off by Hate stabbing it in the forehead.
“Busy thinking? Sorry for interrupting, allow me to let you continue,” It smiled while pulling out the bone-blade, blood pouring down the wound. Hate grabbed its head with one hand, and headbutt it, causing it to stagger back and grab its face.
“Ack!” It sputtered as it took its hand off its face, leaving an opening for Hate to lunge at its head, piercing through and exiting out the other side of its head.
“Did you not heed what he said earlier? Focus,” Hate laughed as he spun the bone around, drilling a larger hole in its head before palming it in the chest, causing it to lose balance, and fall back, Hate approached while still laughing maniacally, “Y’know, I found it odd at how much soul essence was in this area, hell, in the region, but you just gave me the answer.”
“S-stay back!” The demon put its hand out to stop him.
“The demon lord resides on the surface, which is odd, since hell is a playground for demons, however the impurities of your blood, the odd location, and sloppiness of your form makes me certain; your group of demons were banished from hell,” Hate explained, putting its thumb into the hole it spun into the demon’s head, feeling around the demon’s brain, “You see humanity as the problem, for making you outcasted, but you were a human once.”
“Not even close…”
“What are you then?” Hate grabbed its head, using the opening as a gripping hole to hold the demon above the ground.
“The mistress is a the sole daughter of Michael,” It winced, “She can create fresh demons with her ichor and the blood from human’s souls, since this world has been abandoned by Yahweh and Satan, heaven and hell shut off from the lost souls of this world, the sole reason revival magic is possible.”
“Why is the demon queen a demon in the first place?” Hate sharpened the bone-blade again, getting ready.
“One of the lust sin’s disciples seduced him, their fertility rates are determined exclusively by willpower, and that demon really wanted to fuck with god.”
“Well, you’re useless to me now,” Hate forced it onto its knees, as its eye widened.
“Chopping off my head won’t work, you need to destroy my heart, which I can move anywhere throughout my chest,” It grinned, looking up at Hate.
“Interesting,” Hate elongated the bone, and forced the demon’s head back through its eye socket, “Open wide.”
“MPGH!?!” It gagged as the bone cut its throat, causing it to swallow the blade along with the blood, eventually reaching the stomach, in which Hate was only 5/8ths of the way. It cut through the stomach, reaching past its intestines and near the bladder.
“I’ll let Sam experience killing you,” Hate blinked, as Sam switched with it, seeing the new scene.
“WHAT THE-” Sam started, before the bone rapidly expanded, before bursting in a large amount of shrapnel, the explosion paired with the deadly bits tore the demon’s torso to pieces, causing Sam to just be holding the demon’s dripping head by the hollowed tunnel in its eye socket. Sam’s right hand regenerated fully, being back to normal, at this point, Sam was soaked in the red-orange blood.
“So, how’d I do?”

(Context: Hate is a symbiote, not evil evil, but not good either)

[and ignore the grammar, my editor is yet to review it]

Bold is Hate speaking, full Italics is thought

“Fluxxing CO2 behind you,” Hate warned.
“What does that mean?” He rolled his eyes.
“Essentially, something’s breathing down your neck.”
“Shit-” Sam’s head whipped around to look at the demon behind him, who lunged at him. Sam barely managed to duck and back away, before hitting a tree.
“Until we get you a weapon, this is the best I can do.”
“WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?!” Sam started, before Hate elongated his right arm’s bones, tearing through his wrist and hand to eventually sharpen into an edge, and have a point to make a sword attached on his arm, made from his own bone.
“Ta-da…?” Hate swirled around his right wrist, patching up the giant holes left by the large mutation.
“That’s super metal,” Sam thought, his inner voice nirvanic, “It also really hurts.”
“Why aren’t you screaming then?” It asked.
“It’s just so much it doesn’t really feel real?” He chuckled weakly, “So It’s kinda just numb to me.”
“Not even a thank you,” Hate fake-sighed, “I turned off most of your pain receptors in the area, so just don’t do anything stupid.”
“Foolish human…” The demon snarled, “Your pathetic body can’t scratch the extravagance of the descended race!”
“Hate, fact check this,” Sam smirked, as Hate used Sam’s eyes to look at the demon.
“The skin of this guy looks to be made from some metal mixture, much weaker than common steel, you can cut him down,” Hate spoke down to the demon from a mouth on Sam’s left forearm.
“Oh what’s that?” He grinned, “Speak louder for the ‘descended race’ in the back.”
“Be careful though, this guy is strong, and pretty fast, you shouldn’t be reckless,” It spoke directly to Sam.
“I’m on it,” It lunged at Sam again, attempting to bite his neck. Sam met it head on with a swing to the forehead, cutting a gash into the demon’s head, causing an orange fluid to spill from the wound, “Ew, what’s that…”
“Ichor and blood from interbreeding with you disgusting humans,” It sneered, circling Sam.
“Wow, that’s super racist,” Sam commented, sloppily blocking an attack from its claws at the last second, leaving him open.
“I know, that was the intent,” The demon grinned, taking the opening and thrusting its talons forward, stabbing through Sam’s shoulder.
“Shit!” He inhaled, as he cut off the demon’s wrist, causing it to dart back, and grab the bleeding stump.
“YOU INSOLENT BRAT!” It bore its rows of teeth as it approached Sam, who was busy applying pressure onto his shoulder wound, “THAT TAKES TIME TO REGENERATE Y’KNOW!”
“WHY ARE WE EVEN FIGHTING!?!” Sam shouted, crimson streaming down his shoulder and arm as the demon balled his other hand into a fist, hitting him in the face.
“So I can purify this worthless race and create a new, wonderful world for the-”
“Hey Sam, you know what this ‘epinephrine’ chemical is?” Hate spoke, causing Sam to tune out of the large monologue, “I’m withholding it right now because I’m not sure if it’s truly helpful.”
“Not by name, what’s in it?” Sam thought, as Hate stirred in the bone-blade, sharpening it slightly.
“Nine carbon, thirteen hydrogen, one nitroge-” Hate started before Sam cut it off.
“Have you been blocking adrenaline?” He gasped silently.
“What’s that?” It kept sharpening.
“It’s the ‘fight’ part in ‘fight or flight’, have you really never encountered it before?” Sam asked, while Hate silently allowed it to flow in his blood. Instantly Sam saw clearer, despite hearing his heartbeat louder he could catch every sound made by the demon, his vision focused on its every movement. He sprung up and kicked the demon with two feet, knocking it back around three yards.
“Oh?” The demon smirked, “The boy has more fight in him.”
“We’re just getting started,” Sam laughed.

[Chapter change]

They circled around each other, both looking for an opportunity to strike. Sam moved first, feinting a high strike only to kick the demon’s legs and hit from another side, creating a gash on its chest. Sam then jumped back in caution as the demon scratched in an attempt to hit Sam, which failed.  

“Take your head out of your ass and focus,” Sam elbowed it in the head, then slashed again across its legs, kicking it back in the chest, lunging forward with his arm outstretched. The demon read his attack and moved to the side, punching his side, causing him to fling in the direction, hitting a tree.
“Good advice, maybe a hypocrite shouldn’t give it though,” The demon snarled as Sam sneered and grabbed his ribs.
“Alright, tell me one thing,” He spoke through blood dripping down his chin, “What rank are you in the demon’s society?”
“Blood four,” It smirked, “After killing your little cuck polycule, I’ll be promoted to three or two, I bet-”
“Fuck this,” Hate stood up, wiping his bloody chin with the back of his left hand, “In all the time you’ve been talking, I’ve studied you entirely, but all you should know is that you talk too much.”
“What the hell?” It thought, “His mannerisms completely changed, he’s so much more charged, is this!?-” It got cut off by Hate stabbing it in the forehead.
“Busy thinking? Sorry for interrupting, allow me to let you continue,” It smiled while pulling out the bone-blade, blood pouring down the wound. Hate grabbed its head with one hand, and headbutt it, causing it to stagger back and grab its face.
“Ack!” It sputtered as it took its hand off its face, leaving an opening for Hate to lunge at its head, piercing through and exiting out the other side of its head.
“Did you not heed what he said earlier? Focus,” Hate laughed as he spun the bone around, drilling a larger hole in its head before palming it in the chest, causing it to lose balance, and fall back, Hate approached while still laughing maniacally, “Y’know, I found it odd at how much soul essence was in this area, hell, in the region, but you just gave me the answer.”
“S-stay back!” The demon put its hand out to stop him.
“The demon lord resides on the surface, which is odd, since hell is a playground for demons, however the impurities of your blood, the odd location, and sloppiness of your form makes me certain; your group of demons were banished from hell,” Hate explained, putting its thumb into the hole it spun into the demon’s head, feeling around the demon’s brain, “You see humanity as the problem, for making you outcasted, but you were a human once.”
“Not even close…”
“What are you then?” Hate grabbed its head, using the opening as a gripping hole to hold the demon above the ground.
“The mistress is a the sole daughter of Michael,” It winced, “She can create fresh demons with her ichor and the blood from human’s souls, since this world has been abandoned by Yahweh and Satan, heaven and hell shut off from the lost souls of this world, the sole reason revival magic is possible.”
“Why is the demon queen a demon in the first place?” Hate sharpened the bone-blade again, getting ready.
“One of the lust sin’s disciples seduced him, their fertility rates are determined exclusively by willpower, and that demon really wanted to fuck with god.”
“Well, you’re useless to me now,” Hate forced it onto its knees, as its eye widened.
“Chopping off my head won’t work, you need to destroy my heart, which I can move anywhere throughout my chest,” It grinned, looking up at Hate.
“Interesting,” Hate elongated the bone, and forced the demon’s head back through its eye socket, “Open wide.”
“MPGH!?!” It gagged as the bone cut its throat, causing it to swallow the blade along with the blood, eventually reaching the stomach, in which Hate was only 5/8ths of the way. It cut through the stomach, reaching past its intestines and near the bladder.
“I’ll let Sam experience killing you,” Hate blinked, as Sam switched with it, seeing the new scene.
“WHAT THE-” Sam started, before the bone rapidly expanded, before bursting in a large amount of shrapnel, the explosion paired with the deadly bits tore the demon’s torso to pieces, causing Sam to just be holding the demon’s dripping head by the hollowed tunnel in its eye socket. Sam’s right hand regenerated fully, being back to normal, at this point, Sam was soaked in the red-orange blood.
“So, how’d I do?”