The pale light of a sinking sun bathed Dylanusland in hues of amber and gold. Dylan the Dylanus, leaning against the trunk of a tropical tree, drew in a deep breath, trying to calm the frantic tremor overtaking his body. The oppressive, cloying fear that had invaded his heart was not something he was accustomed to; it was borne of horror as old as mankind—the fear of demons.
From behind the thick foliage, the faint sound of rustling leaves made Dylan hold his breath. His heart thudded so loudly in his chest, surely it would give him away. They were near. He had to move.
"Damn it, Moxx!" Dylan heard a voice call out—a grating, sardonic voice laced with irritation. "You let the kid slip away again!"
Dylan carefully crawled further into the brush, making sure to avoid making any noise. He knew enough to recognize the dysfunctional dynamics of the Immediate Murder Professionals. Focus, Dylan, focus, he chastised himself.
“Sorry, Blitzo,” came the apologetic yet irked response. Moxxie’s voice: quivering but firm, with the facade of confidence cracking under pressure.
“Ya know, Blitz, he is kinda good at hiding for a mortal kid,” chimed in Millie, her voice accented with raw energy. “Gotta give him some credit.”
"Yeah, well, we won't get paid with 'credit,' now will we?" Blitzo snapped.
Meatsticks, Dylan thought. He had to keep moving. The sound of tearing foliage grew louder as Millie and Moxxie presumably searched nearby. For a moment, he pondered running fast and far, but with night quickly falling, the more prudent action seemed to be to lay low.
As he shifted slowly, his foot pressed against something cold and metallic. He looked down and, through the thick leaves, noticed a peculiar device. A disguise-maiden. Emma and Black had given it to him, a device allowing him to don the illusion of anything—or anyone—his heart desired.
Dylan activated the device, feeling his form shift into something far removed from his mortal self—a demon.
Blitzo turned towards the rustling bushes. "Come out and face your sins, ya prepubescent sinner," he growled.
"Seriously, Blitz?" came the gruff, resentful voice of Loona, eyeing the bushes where Dylan hid. "You sure this little mortal even deserves the effort? My feed is blowing up."
“Shut it, Loona. This contract is our first in Dylanusland. It's gotta be perfect,” Blitzo snapped, casting wary glances around the darkening skyline.
From within the dense brush, Dylan slowly emerged, disguised as a demon complete with horns and dark red skin. He exuded a fiery aura, and his green eyes were now a searing shade of crimson.
Seeing the apparition, Moxxie jerked back, raising his weapons. “Who’s this undead reject?”
"I'm the one you're looking for," Dylan growled, attempting to sound as menacing as possible.
Blitzo raised an eyebrow, flicking his tail in thought. "Bullshit. You're not the kid."
In a moment of improvised brilliance, Dylan said, "I am the guardian spirit of a mortal you've wrongfully hunted. Leave now, and I'll let you live."
"Oh, crud, we messed up," Moxxie admitted quietly, his usual self-doubt eclipsing his composure.
“Nice try, but we're not buying it,” Blitzo said, though there was a veneer of uncertainty in his voice.
Just then, Millie stepped up, brandishing her weapons enthusiastically. “Let’s just gut the dude and call it a day!”
Desperately, Dylan lunged forward, grabbing Blitzo by the collar. "Your boss sent you here because he knows I can expose your operations," Dylan bluffed. "Kill me, and your secrets die with me!"
Blitzo's eyes narrowed. "You think I'm scared of a walking spirit?" He pulled back, but then something seemed to click in his mind.
Loona, observing the situation with calculating eyes, muttered, "Blitz, might be worth hearing him out. Last thing we need is a botched hit."
Blitzo hesitated before releasing his hold on Dylan. “Alright, hotshot. Talk. What do you know?”
Dylan feigned confidence, "I know enough to bury your business, and you’ll never be able to repair the damage."
As the I.M.P. crew mulled over his words, Dylan discreetly fiddled with a secondary function on his device, one designed for a quick escape.
Millie, nonplussed by all the dialogue, raised her blade. “Can’t we just—”
Before she could finish her sentence, Dylan activated the device, sending a blinding flash of light outward. The moment provided just enough cover for him to sprint into the dense forest, leaving I.M.P. crew stranded, bewildered, and now arguing furiously among themselves.
“SHIT, he’s gone!” Blitzo yelled, glaring daggers at Moxxie. “This is on you, knife nuts!”
“You wanna try your luck with the book next time, Blitz?” Moxxie retorted defensively.
“You guys, he's probably halfway to another continent by now," Loona said with a dejected sigh. "And my battery's at 2%.”
Still running, Dylan did not look back. He knew they hadn't bought his act forever, but he'd bought himself precious time—a chance to survive Hell's most dysfunctional hit squad and make it back to the safety of Dylanusland.
As the last rays of sunlight dipped below the horizon, Dylan clung to a small hope: that the demons who hunted him were more messed up than determined. For the first time in a very long time, Dylan the Dylanus allowed himself a small sigh of relief, even as the night closed in around him.
This story was generated by user JesterImps2 with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
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Prompt: Write a story of Dylan the Dylanus (the original character made by the Deviantart user Dylan613) fighting and attempting to survive an encounter against I.M.P (Immediate Murder Professionals) crewmembers, Blitzo (an imp who is the leader of I.M.P), Moxxie (an imp who is the straight man weapons expert and a husband to Millie), Millie (an imp who is an exciteful powerhouse and a wife to Moxxie), and Loona (the receptionist of I.M.P and the adoptive hellhound daughter of Blitzo), all four of which from the adults cartoon/animated cartoon series Helluva Boss (made by Vivienne "VivziePop" Medrano). Dylan attempts to survive I.M.P either by fighting or by escaping (disguising as a demon, trapping I.M.P, talk out to I.M.P crewmembers (about their issues and why they're hunting Dylan), running, or hiding) from I.M.P. For Dylan the Dylanus's normal/mortal appearance, he is a 4.9 foot tall, 15 year old boy who has a lean build for his size, tan skin, medium-length brown hair (that reaches his chin, although not covering his face at all), and has green irises. He wears a dark blue hoodie, a lighter blue t-shirt underneath, and cyan wear jeans. He also has white socks underneath his black tennis shoes, which have an x-shaped gray marking on each of his shoes' tongue. For Dylan's personality, he is a kind, considerate, smart, and understanding character, who is a love interest to Emma (his affectionate and understanding girlfriend) and is playful around his smarter, slightly older brother Black. Despite his small frame and being a teen, he goes in the way to protect his homeland (Dylanusland, a tropical, subtropical, and temperate island country in the Pacific Ocean on Earth) against various villains and monsters (always successful, even if some are more difficult than others). Despite these traits, he does have some flaws, such as his intolerance to swearing (which aren't present in his homeland, and he gets offended by swear words and he never swears at all, not saying them even one time, and not saying even the mildest swear words (he would never say damn, shit, fuck, bitch, or any other bad language); for example, instead of saying "oh, fuck", Dylan says "oh, meatsticks", and instead of saying "shit" Dylan says "crud" (unlike I.M.P crewmembers, who do use swear words, unlike Dylan). He is also quite weak without superpowers (which he actually does not have and only obtains them when using special devices), and has fear of vampires and demons alike since he views them as nothing more than pure evil monsters. For Blitzo's appearance, he is quite tall for his species (being 5.3 feet tall), and sports a harlequin-like aesthetic. He has red skin with white burn marks of various sizes that cover parts of his forearms, chest, and his tail, as well as most of the right side of his face. His irises are red and he has a heart-shaped skull symbol on the center of his forehead. Blitzo has fairly broad forearms and hands, and a long narrow head, out of which extends large, curved, black and white striped horns. He has black spines on his head and upper back, as well as on his tail. His tail ends with a triangular point that has a black spot at the tip. He has pointed feet with boot-like heels which are shown to have black on the heels and toe areas. Blitzo wears a tattered slate gray collared coat with red buttons down the breast, black knee-high boots matching the shape of his feet, and elbow-length black fingerless gloves featuring large, rounded yellow decorations on the upper side of them. In "The Full Moon", the yellow decoration on his left glove is infused with his own Asmodean Crystal. Blitzo also wears a red skull charm around his neck. For Blitzo's personality, he is a bombastic, big-talking, and sardonic imp. He is high energy and career-focused, having recently started his own company, something that's noted to be rare for an imp to achieve. He is very invested in the company's success and willing to make many personal sacrifices to achieve it. However, despite his enthusiasm to break out of the lowly social position his species is assigned in Hell. He is also, in many ways, wildly unprofessional and scattershot in his methods. Despite his status as his company's sole director, he can frequently behave in ways that are immature, self-absorbed, and even disrespectful towards his employees, affecting their level of respect for him. He is also willing to be manipulative in some questionable ways, sleeping with the married Stolas, initially in order to "borrow" his grimoire, the key element allowing him and his employees to fulfil contracts to assassinate people on Earth. Underneath Blitzo's powerful drive to succeed at all costs, however, is an emotionally troubled imp, one who is dealing with the repercussions of a checkered past, that has left many people he once knew, and is implied to have cared for, hurt and actively bitter towards him. Deep down, covered by his bluster, Blitzo is haunted by these ghosts and makes a habit of running from, rather than facing, his current problems in reaction. He struggles with genuine emotional connection, and appears to crave the idealized healthy relationship dynamics of his married employees, Moxxie and Millie, who he regularly spies on while they're in private, as well as the affection of his surly adoptive daughter, Loona. Blitzo is slightly more at home and focused when on the ground on assassination missions, as he is murder-savvy and can be gleefully sadistic with his targets, having minimal restraint in the more brutal killings. When push comes to shove in high danger and combative situations, Blitzo is also fiercely protective of his friends and family. Here are Blitzo's preference (likes and dislikes); he loves/likes murder, blood, pirates (when he was a child), voyeurism (of Moxxie and Millie), babying Loona, horses, drawing, cheese and hot sauce, "Mustang Dong" song, games (including The Pain Games), hanging out with Fizzarolli, trying to reconnect with Barbie Wire (his sister), and pointing out people's flaws. However, he dislikes criticism, anything complicated, being looked down on, Stolas's explicit advances, Stolas' wrath, doing bodyguard work, anyone else having had sex with both Moxxie and Millie, people pronouncing the "o" in his name, his office walls getting destroyed, anyone flirting with Loona, Fizzarolli (Blitzo's childhood friend) living out his childhood dream of becoming a successful circus performer (unlike Blitzo), his twin sister (Barbie Wire) wanting nothing to do with him, and the idea of I.M.P going out of business. For Moxxie's appearance, he is an imp (who is 3.9 feet tall) with red skin and white freckles on his cheeks. His white pointy hair leads up to his curvy black and white striped horns. He also has yellow sclera with black slit pupils. Moxxie has a long red thin tail with a quadrilateral barb at the end, as well as lanky digitigrade legs ending in what appears to be cloven red hooves, reminiscent of artiodactyls. Moxxie's usual outfit consists of a navy-black coat with red buttons and white cuffs, black pants a white shirt that has a black turtleneck, a large red bow-tie, and fingerless gloves. For Moxxie's personality, he is the I.M.P's weapon specialist; and as such, has a vast knowledge of weapons and often brings a variety of them along during jobs. He is often the most vocal and realistic of the employees regarding the company as a whole despite its dysfunctional environment and is bullied consequently. He is also shown to be insured about himself since he’s not physically strong since Striker, Lin and Joe was giving him a hard time since they believe physical strength is what makes a person strong. Moreover, he is an imp who is easily annoyed and rather clumsy, as he trips over their ritualistic book on the way through the portal to the living world. Despite being a murder-for-hire imp, it seems Moxxie is queasy with unnecessary killing beyond their targets. He also is uncomfortable with the idea of killing targets who have families, and attempts to give people second chances, as seen in "Murder Family". Moxxie is also shown to have a comical side, as when he talks about killing an entire family, he claims it might be alright if it was just a shitty dad or a mob family, saying "That's understandable" in an accent. When finding out Blitzo used to date Verosika Mayday, he asked if she had suffered blindness or brain damage, implying that a pop star such as her wouldn't usually date Blitzo unless they had some form of mental disability. When intoxicated, he loses all common sense and becomes quite delusional, as shown when he asks Millie why she has "four heads", and high-fived her instead of grabbing her hand straightaway. He also is shown to become increasingly flirtatious with her when drunk. Here are Moxxie's preference (likes and dislikes); he loves/likes cooking, culinary arts, musical theater, classical music, opera, his mother's kindness, being put in charge of missions, Blitzo's approval as his boss, and supporting fellow artists. However, he dislikes Blitzo prying into his personal life, theme parks, theme park mascots, killing the innocent, pop music, Stolas' wrath, his father's abuse, Loona calling him fat, being the butt of the joke, and Millie stealing his spotlight. For Millie's appearance, she is a short imp (3.9 feet tall like her husband Moxxie) with red skin and a long devilish tail. She has a pair of thin white-striped black horns and short messy, bob cut-styled charcoal hair with bangs that cover half of her right horn. Her eyes have yellow sclera and long, thick eyelashes protruding from them, with a small beauty mark under the right eye. Her head is noticeably more human-like than most imps (although still without a nose) since it has proportions that are noticeably rounder and front teeth which possesses a gap that are flatter than the sharp, conical teeth most demons have. She also has a black heart tattooed on her right shoulder, and makeup which consists of shimmering dark red eyeshadow, thick black mascara, and black lipstick on her lips. She also has two white spots on her upper right arm, one on her upper left leg, two on her tail, and one on the tip of her tail. Millie's attire is all-black with a tint of yellow, which consists of a black choker around her neck, a cold-shoulder black crop-top with the straps being held by two golden-yellow buttons, black fingerless gloves, black torn denim-pants and black toeless footwear, which exposes her hoof-like toes. For Millie's personality, she is a very lively and cheerful individual. Often with a smile on her face and rarely standing still, she is a clear extrovert and is not afraid to speak her mind. This is regardless to whether it's expressing her excitement or flipping off a co-worker. As the bruiser for I.M.P, she is shown to enjoy her job. Her meek exterior appearance belies a tough and very violent skillset. This is highlighted during a conversation Millie once had with her mother and sister. According to Moxxie, she is aggressive in "the sack" as well as her job. In "Murder Family", she appeared to be very unsympathetic about killing a possibly innocent target, only caring if it was what their client wants, showcasing her dedication to her work, and her ruthlessness. Despite this, she cares very much about her husband and her family. She and Moxxie absolutely adore each other, acting very affectionate and protective of one another. She has a childlike fondness of Loo Loo Land, triggered by familial memories of going there as a child, and gets easily excited by all the merchandise. Millie will become vicious and violent whenever someone harms Moxxie, to the point of going feral. Her violent streaks can often result in her getting carried away to the point of mindlessly attacking a perceived target, allowing her rage to override common sense, this is evidenced by her mother’s scolding her for allowing herself to be overcome with rage when she fought Striker. These rage states may leave Millie vulnerable to a more skilled opponent, as showcased by Striker incapacitating Millie in spite of him being ambushed by Millie. Furthermore, she is also shown to be somewhat defensive of her work, expressing annoyance whenever anyone implies that freelance work doesn't pay well. In "Unhappy Campers" it is revealed that she has some issues about how she sees herself, confessing how she sometimes does not feel appreciated enough and how she wants to be seen more than just a "killing machine", stating how it feels nice to feel important and hear the cheers and applause of people every once in a while rather than the occasional screams of agony from her victims. Here are Millie's preference (likes and dislikes); she loves/likes murder, the I.M.P commercial jingle, spending time with Moxxie, going to Loo Loo Land, "Thing?" plushes, the Harvest Moon Festival, going to Ozzie's (a sexually-centered dinner theater restaurant and club located in the Lust Ring of Hell), people praising her, and collecting knives. However, she dislikes anyone insulting/hurting Moxxie, people discrediting her job as a freelancer, humans and their "nasty secrets", the Cherubs' hypocrisy, being banned from The Pain Games, Chazwick Thurman, Moxxie not believing in her, her parents turning a blind eye to her sister's murders, and being hit on.rtists. However, he dislikes Blitzo prying into his personal life, theme parks, theme park mascots, killing the innocent, pop music, Stolas' wrath, his father's abuse, Loona calling him fat, being the butt of the joke, and Millie stealing his spotlight. For Loona's appearance, she is a hellhound (a bipedal canine demon with a humanoid body plan) with a wolf-like appearance. She has a pointed, dog-like muzzle with sharp and pointy teeth, and a dark grey nose. Her eyes have red sclera, white irises and slit-like pupils, and she wears grey eyeshadow and black winged-eyeliner for makeup. Her fur is white with grey countershading encircling her face, grey patches on her shoulders, and long, voluminous silver hair swept to the side to reveal her dark grey ears; the left of which is pierced with two small, black hoop-piercings, while the right is ragged. She has a large, dark grey bushy tail with white on the underside. She also has a piercing on her right eyebrow with a black hoop for jewelry. She is the tallest (6.3 feet tall) and the only non-imp member of I.M.P. Her outfit features a large, spiked black choker around her neck. Her tattered grey, off-the-shoulder crop-top is held up at the neckline by a series of crisscross spaghetti-straps that form an inverted pentagram. She also wears a set of black shorts that are tattered at the hems, with a white crescent moon detail on the right side. Loona also accessorizes with both black fingerless gloves and black thigh-high toeless stockings, with her black claws protruding due to her digitigrade stance. For Loona's personality, she is a cynical and choleric young-adult Hellhound, who was adopted from an orphanage by Blitzo when she was nearing eighteen years of age. Loona is lazy and shows little interest in matters that are going on around her. She also has a short-fuse temper and is often rude and apathetic toward her colleagues, particularly Moxxie, though her ire seems otherwise indiscriminate. When not looking at her phone, Loona is usually scowling at anyone in view. Although, Blitzo has placed her in an active team member role at I.M.P, she is undisciplined and doesn't have much of a work ethic. Among her many anti-social tendencies, Loona has been known to sleep and drink while at work, and hang up on people at her receptionist post. Although, Loona goes to great lengths to maintain an outwardly apathetic attitude, her troubled and isolated upbringing appears to have made her socially awkward and she admits, in a moment of flustered vulnerability upon meeting another Hellhound, that she does not have any friends. When trying to interact with people she does actually want to connect with, she stumbles over her words and worries over her appearance, demonstrating that she has little experience socializing within her peer group. Loona also often shows flashes of a somewhat friendlier attitude towards Blitzo, usually as he enables and defends her worst behaviors. Although she intentionally tries to maintain emotional distance from him, she is also shown to appreciate Blitzo's sense of humor, especially if it's at Moxxie's expense, and she begins to see him as something of a father figure, at one point slipping up and almost referring to him as “dad” - much to Blitzo's delight. Despite how she feels about Blitzo, she acknowledges him trying his best, and knows deep down, as a father, he cares for her. When she can be moved to do so, Loona is a fierce addition to the I.M.P team, as she is intelligent, logical, resourceful, and street smart. Here are Loona's preference (likes and dislikes); she loves/likes hanging out with Blitzo (sometimes), drinking, smoking, her phone, ridiculing Moxxie, reading magazines, sleeping, and hanging out with Vortex (a male hellhound and Loona's boyfriend). However, she dislikes working, Blitzo babying her, being referred to as just I.M.P's hellhound, taking medicinal shots, Beelzebub (a wolf/bee-like demon who is a girlfriend of Vortex and one of the Seven Deadly Sins embodying the sin of Gluttony) and Vortex's relationship, and Beelzebub oversharing her experiences. The story is that Dylan (who is genuinely horrified of demons, since he thinks that demons are nothing more than pure evil monsters) is being hunted down and/or attacked by I.M.P crewmembers, who briefly arrived from Hell to Earth and were sent to hunt down Dylan for their incorrect belief that Dylan's doing anything sinful (which Dylan has never done). So, Dylan hides from I.M.P (temporarily avoiding detection), and is able to find a way to defeat and escape I.M.P themselves, being able to survive against I.M.P despite all odds. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story (this story should include the profanity/swear words (including but not limited to fuck, shit, bitch, etc) from Blitzo himself and Loona herself, and, to a lesser extent, Moxxie and Millie) so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
Response: The pale light of a sinking sun bathed Dylanusland in hues of amber and gold. Dylan the Dylanus, leaning against the trunk of a tropical tree, drew in a deep breath, trying to calm the frantic tremor overtaking his body. The oppressive, cloying fear that had invaded his heart was not something he was accustomed to; it was borne of horror as old as mankind—the fear of demons. From behind the thick foliage, the faint sound of rustling leaves made Dylan hold his breath. His heart thudded so loudly in his chest, surely it would give him away. They were near. He had to move. "Damn it, Moxx!" Dylan heard a voice call out—a grating, sardonic voice laced with irritation. "You let the kid slip away again!" Dylan carefully crawled further into the brush, making sure to avoid making any noise. He knew enough to recognize the dysfunctional dynamics of the Immediate Murder Professionals. Focus, Dylan, focus, he chastised himself. “Sorry, Blitzo,” came the apologetic yet irked response. Moxxie’s voice: quivering but firm, with the facade of confidence cracking under pressure. “Ya know, Blitz, he is kinda good at hiding for a mortal kid,” chimed in Millie, her voice accented with raw energy. “Gotta give him some credit.” "Yeah, well, we won't get paid with 'credit,' now will we?" Blitzo snapped. Meatsticks, Dylan thought. He had to keep moving. The sound of tearing foliage grew louder as Millie and Moxxie presumably searched nearby. For a moment, he pondered running fast and far, but with night quickly falling, the more prudent action seemed to be to lay low. As he shifted slowly, his foot pressed against something cold and metallic. He looked down and, through the thick leaves, noticed a peculiar device. A disguise-maiden. Emma and Black had given it to him, a device allowing him to don the illusion of anything—or anyone—his heart desired. Dylan activated the device, feeling his form shift into something far removed from his mortal self—a demon. Blitzo turned towards the rustling bushes. "Come out and face your sins, ya prepubescent sinner," he growled. "Seriously, Blitz?" came the gruff, resentful voice of Loona, eyeing the bushes where Dylan hid. "You sure this little mortal even deserves the effort? My feed is blowing up." “Shut it, Loona. This contract is our first in Dylanusland. It's gotta be perfect,” Blitzo snapped, casting wary glances around the darkening skyline. From within the dense brush, Dylan slowly emerged, disguised as a demon complete with horns and dark red skin. He exuded a fiery aura, and his green eyes were now a searing shade of crimson. Seeing the apparition, Moxxie jerked back, raising his weapons. “Who’s this undead reject?” "I'm the one you're looking for," Dylan growled, attempting to sound as menacing as possible. Blitzo raised an eyebrow, flicking his tail in thought. "Bullshit. You're not the kid." In a moment of improvised brilliance, Dylan said, "I am the guardian spirit of a mortal you've wrongfully hunted. Leave now, and I'll let you live." "Oh, crud, we messed up," Moxxie admitted quietly, his usual self-doubt eclipsing his composure. “Nice try, but we're not buying it,” Blitzo said, though there was a veneer of uncertainty in his voice. Just then, Millie stepped up, brandishing her weapons enthusiastically. “Let’s just gut the dude and call it a day!” Desperately, Dylan lunged forward, grabbing Blitzo by the collar. "Your boss sent you here because he knows I can expose your operations," Dylan bluffed. "Kill me, and your secrets die with me!" Blitzo's eyes narrowed. "You think I'm scared of a walking meat stick?" He pulled back, but then something seemed to click in his mind. Loona, observing the situation with calculating eyes, muttered, "Blitz, might be worth hearing him out. Last thing we need is a botched hit." Blitzo hesitated before releasing his hold on Dylan. “Alright, hotshot. Talk. What do you know?” Dylan feigned confidence, "I know enough to bury your business, and you’ll never be able to repair the damage." As the I.M.P. crew mulled over his words, Dylan discreetly fiddled with a secondary function on his device, one designed for a quick escape. Millie, nonplussed by all the dialogue, raised her blade. “Can’t we just—” Before she could finish her sentence, Dylan activated the device, sending a blinding flash of light outward. The moment provided just enough cover for him to sprint into the dense forest, leaving I.M.P. crew stranded, bewildered, and now arguing furiously among themselves. “SHIT, he’s gone!” Blitzo yelled, glaring daggers at Moxxie. “This is on you, knife nuts!” “You wanna try your luck with the book next time, Blitz?” Moxxie retorted defensively. “You guys, he's probably halfway to another continent by now," Loona said with a dejected sigh. "And my battery's at 2%.” Still running, Dylan did not look back. He knew they hadn't bought his act forever, but he'd bought himself precious time—a chance to survive Hell's most dysfunctional hit squad and make it back to the safety of Dylanusland. As the last rays of sunlight dipped below the horizon, Dylan clung to a small hope: that the demons who hunted him were more messed up than determined. For the first time in a very long time, Dylan the Dylanus allowed himself a small sigh of relief, even as the night closed in around him.
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