Grunting softly I look down and watch my current bitch sucking my cock and the corners of my lips curl up with arrogance. You gotta say one thing about those Kliq bitches… Big Daddy has trained them well in the ways of giving head. As I look at the top of Peter's bald head I think that for once I am grateful to Big Lazy for managing to get something right. Unfortunately Peter, despite his current skill, does not have a lot else to offer someone of my high intelligence and sharp whit and I find my mind wandering to my current… pastime.

As I think of him a portion of a poem from Poe comes to mind.

Yes, Heaven is thine: but this
Is a world of sweets and sours:
Our flowers are mearly-flowers,
And the shadow of thy bliss
Is a sunshine of ours.

If I did dwell where Israfel
Hath dwelt, and he where I,
He would not sing one half as well-
One half as passionately,
And a stormier note than this would swell
From my lyre within the sky.

Unfortunately too many people of this world believe that the flowers are more than just a group of fragrant petals rising from the earth… Or would that be fortunately for me? For I will be the first to admit that I am the first to take advantage of those dumber more wide eyed occupants of this planet and bend them to my will. Rarely do they see me coming not even when I have them bent to my will wrapped around my finger like a chubby cheeked toddler.

Even as they sit and rage my very existence after I have grown tired of their occupation of my time and moved on to the next sorry victim in the grand scheme of my life, I can be confident in my knowledge that should I will it all I have to do is turn back around, whisper my words in their ears which they of course will not understand, and have them eating from my palm like some tame deer in a petting zoo. Only I am not one to be looked upon and though of as safe for their pain is my greatest pleasure.

I can not count the times that I have lain in bed and listened to whatever bitch I am manipulating at the moment and whine and cry their rivers of tears because they can not seem to understand why their life has taken such a sudden and drastic turn towards ruination. Their pitiful little lives were running so smoothly and all of a sudden they seem to have taken a detour down the road of destruction. Usually at those times it is all that I can do not to chuckle at the victory I have created. Sometime not long after that they find themselves on the wrong side of my scorn as I move onto the next hapless victim to find themselves the center of my attention. If I had my way there would be more of the darker things filling this world and more naïve innocents for me to torment and destroy.

People often tell me that while I may be a genius I am not very smart for I seem to keep under estimating the power of good as eventually ever victim opens their eyes to the game I am playing with them. But the thing that they do not understand is that this miraculous occurrence only happens at MY WILL and on MY TIME! But why you ask. Why Raven would you wish your victims to become smart to your dastardly ways when if kept in the dark you could continue wreaking havoc upon them forever. Ah my child but if I did that then I could not enjoy my GREATEST joy in life… reconquering the conquered.

Anyone with half of a brain and an ounce of darkness dwelling within their souls can destroy innocence, but to destroy an innocent then after they have become a cynic bring them back into your web of illusions only to make then feel as the innocent again so that you might kill what little brightness is left in their lives… ah my child is the greatest pleasure that a man of my… stature can hope to aspire to. And so we come finally to my newest challenge… the man who arrogantly would call himself a superhero… one My Gregory Shane Helms.

Besides Steven, Gregory would be have to be my greatest accomplishment. I did not just destroy his innocence I completely annihilated it. The sweet southern boy he may seem to the untrained eye, but to those that are knowledgeable of the darker existence can see with only one short look that he carries within him the hunger for things going beyond pain and agony. So completely did I bring him within the sphere of my evilness that he went to such great lengths as to managing my escort from the company that I thought I had conquered.

In his hunger to prove to me that I did not manage the disillusionment that I thought that I had he moved on to find himself someone that believed in his sweet façade. The settlement within the camp Hardy was a predictable move and his move to the safer end where Master Matthew dwelt was an even more predictable one. It also eventually will become his downfall. Even now I can feel his hunger for me. He has managed to convince himself that his memories of me are twisted and discolored with time not reflecting the true picture of the reality of the way things were.

Soon… soon I will have him back within my power and this time… when I am done with him it is not disillusionment that I seak, but his death… at his own hands. As I feel my life seed flowing into Peter's hot mouth I throw my head back and laugh knowing that this… suicide of a superhero will be my greatest accomplishment to date!

The End… for now anyway ;-)

Story #6 Mark Calloway's Story Welcome to the Twilight Zone