I parted my lips, time slowed itself, I wanted to savor this moment, I could almost taste it. "Purge this city." I said, my small smile, which I had kept contained was now on the verge of being unrealistically wide. I wondered if there was anything in hell that had grinned as evilly as I was now. I laughed at the thought.<span style="font-style: italic">Of <span style="font-weight: bold">course</span> not, of course not.</span><br/><br/>While I was caught up in my laughing and sadistic grinning, my new henchmen, my servants, my men,<span style="font-style: italic">my bitches</span>, cleaned up the city of any good-willed pest. The Don was left alone with me, he was now tracing his path with his cane over the upturned carpet which had obviously been upturned in the stampede of my<span style="font-style: italic">bitches</span>feet. He came to me, he stood beside me at the podium. He was obviously going to scrutinize me, judge me, show that he was still the grandfather. Before the bastard could so much as open his mouth, I blew his head off. A platinum pistol did the trick perfectly, and nobody would care about that old geezer.<br/><br/>I stepped past the corpse, dodging the blood-soaked carpet as to keep my luxurious black shoes clean. I was now at the window, half the city was already burning, I could hear the pleasant screams of thousands of scared civilians, even from these miles, even through this very window. This was a moment to remember, to cover oneself with, to<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">bath</span></span>in.<br/><br/>At the time, I hadn't even given the succubus I thought dead a second thought. So much was happening, I was blind as to what a succubus was, I had never really met one for over a couple minutes. I shouldn't of underestimated hell, the holding cell of evils. I laugh now, I laugh at how I thought the police more dangerous then a succubus, oh, how<span style="font-style: italic">silly</span>I was.