All My Demons.

My big black boot pressed on his neck until he stops twitching.

Who else wants to try me?

A growling monster steps up to me.

I brought my knife covered in dark crimson against his throat.

Go on, I growled through my teeth.

The creep backed down but I slit him open anyway.

I looked around at the fiends and demons in front of me.

Your companion wasn't very smart, don't make the same mistake.

You all work for me now.

You will serve me and do my bidding.

Those who don't will face a fate worse than death.

I'll talk about you in therapy while laughing.

Watching as they kneel to me, on their knees and hands in front.

It was never the point to kill all my demons.

Defeating them doesn't mean death.

It means making my trauma serve me.