Good morning sleepy head! Dont you sleep? No. Why? Do I in the future? Yeah. Hmm... need to drink more Virgin's blood to keep my strength up then. Dont do that! Why? I am the daughter of The Devil mind you. It's still wrong. I'm um... a virgin technically. June's mouth grows into an extremely wicked smile. Mmm... honey you just sealed your fate. What? I'll never let you go now. You're too perfect for me. Whipped and submissive, and now I know that I can drain energy from you too... What?! Wow, I must be a real pussy in the future. I thought only Succubi and Vampires drain life from the living. June laughs wickedly. Who do you think they learned it from? You back into the corner and curl into a ball. You really dont want to be drained daily, even if might be pleasant. And June will probably prevent you from ever having sex your entire life. June hears a strange whispering throughout the air. Judgement... What was that? Was what? Do demons have super hearing or something? No but. She starts yelling at no one. But dad! That's not fair! I'm 5,000 years old, what do mean child?! Fine! Self righteous old bastard... Ow! Sorry, God. Ow! Stop doing that! June? My dad says I cant keep you. I was only kidding about making you my sex slave and sucking the life out of you, I'm sorry... get down! The wall melts and you see two zombie girls that look like something from the Drowning Doom from "That Jack Black Game about Heavy Metal". Willow and Death. What an unpleasant surprise. WW: That's Weeping Willow. BD: And Black Death to you. Whatever, I'll just touch your man friend here and rot him from the inside out... slowly... he he he... WW: Hey! I want to burn him with my black acid tears! BD: Let's face it little sister. Your powers suck. Ooh. Look at me! I cry and it burns! I'm a 14 year old zombie girl. I'm so scary! WW: I'll show you! She vomits a black liquid onto the floor and disappears into the hole that forms. A hole appears behind you and she pulls you in. June: DJ! Uh, Zombie HQ?
Black Death: Hello human knight. I am Vendetta. And that disgusting useless waste of reanimated flesh over there is my little sister Pandora. Weeping Willow starts crying. Stop doing that! You're burning holes in the floor! You: Why are you so mean to her? Vendetta: You hang out with Satan's daughter yet you judge me. Wow. You: She knocked me out and kidnapped me! I did kinda like it though... Why? None of your business... Tell me. No, you're dead... it wouldn't be fun... Racist! Since when are Zombies a race? Since I said so. Childish. Am not! Go bother your sister or something. She crosses her legs and starts rubbing one of her pale blue feet. D-do your feet hurt? Why do you care? Because I um... uh... You like feet dont you? That's why the demoness was barefoot... I... Pandora! I have a surprise for you! She says in a singsong voice. What? Foot lover, she says as she points to you. By looking at them, Padora was probably 14 or 15 when she died, and Vendetta 19 or 20. Wow, random thought. Hmm, they look Goth, albiet light blue skinned. You bet the modern Goths got the look from these two. More random thoughts. Footboy! Wha? Pay attention... Now we're dead, well, undead anyway. That aside, our bodies are fresh as daisies, so you should no problem worshiping our feet.
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