So this is love.?

      I wonder... What is love? Everyone told me that it was something pleasant and sweet. Like sugar. That love always brings joy and happiness. Perhaps this is always the case? I don't know... I wish I could feel this way, but maybe love isn't my thing.

"But... But no one warned me that you can also suffer from love..."

      We have a new guy in the gang. A black skeleton with the power of a deity. Maybe he is a deity? Then how did Nightmare convince him to join us? Too many questions.       Well, I can say that he is handsome. The interesting thing is that after his appearance, my soul began to burn much brighter, and when he was near, it changed its shape to an inverted heart. It is very strange. When she's in her second form I feel something new... It feels like there is bitterly sweet honey in your mouth, or delicious milk chocolate with nuts, or like sweet warm milk.       Sometimes strange and vulgar thoughts began to creep into my head. I want him to fuck me so hard that I lose consciousness. Grgh... This desire for affection, kisses, but at the same time cruelty drives you crazy. This is the desire to be completely filled with sperm.When they fuck you hard, while saying the most unpleasant words in the world for everyone - this is apparently my fetish. But not now. Now I just want affection, kisses, worries. To hug you tightly, stroke you on the head, and tell you that you are so good. Perhaps after listening to all this you will ask: “Killer? Did you have sex?!”, then I will answer you “Of course, and not with anyone, but with the real lord and king of nightmares!". It’s a pity, of course, that this was not always according to my desire. Sometimes he could just come angry and fuck me even if I was sleeping. He never cared about how I felt. In response to my cries of pain, he said: "You're just a pawn who should always be loyal to your king, so be kind and shut up before I strangle you.". In part he is right. I know that I can be replaced at any time, and then thrown out of the gang. But now it’s not about the bad. This... Uh... Error? I think that's his name. I began to dream at night, and in this form... How he fucks me with his huge dick, and I stand under him like a bitch.       Somehow I've lost my mind... Hmm... In general, I don't know what to do now... I don't even know what it's called. Love? No. Love is like, I hate, romance. And these are masochistic thoughts. Okay, I think I can sleep now, right?

"Love is the most positive feeling. And any such positive thing cannot pass by the lord and king of negativity."

      Killer: - No! Boss please! Stop it fucking hurting!! OH FUCK!!! PLEASE ENOUGH!!!       Nightmare: - you began to feel emotions! I don't need overly sensitive idiots! Especially those who are head over heels in love! So be patient if you don't want to be thrown out into the street.       Killer: "I-in love?! Is this love?!" AHHHH!!! NO PLEASE!!! BOSS I CAN'T!!! THIS HURTS TOO!!!       Nightmare: - Killer! Shut your fucking mouth before I lose my temper!!!       Killer: - PLEASE!!!       Nightmare: - What the?! What the hell is this with your soul?! - Nightmare held in his hand the soul of the poor fellow in the form of a heart, in the middle of which a large, beautiful red rose flower formed.       Killer: - I-I don’t know! - Nightmare let go of the poor fellow and quickly grabbed the book on a stick in his closet.       Nightmare: - flipping to the end of the book, he said in a whisper - Hanahaki...       Killer: - What-? Argh!!       Nightmare: - Hanahaki is a fatal disease of unrequited love. Who?! Who is this monster?!       Killer: - Th-this is... Error...       Nightmare: - ...Fucking idiot! How did you manage to fall in love!? -       Nightmare looked at Killer disapprovingly, and after returning his soul into his hands, he began to deform it into the first stage. The killer fell to the floor and screamed in pain. Not only was it damn painful, but the flower also added more pain with its thorns. Nightmare looked at his ward, more and more returning his soul.