Oh Whoa is the pitiful lives of mortals...

Oh mortals... I dread some of your mere existence and wish they would no longer hog the space of the mortals I prefer... Tho I may loathe so many... there are a few I like, but have been testing my patience... I am not a fucking voice to be only heard when you need things to be said... nor am I a shoulder to lean on when ever you wish... Those few know who they are and care not for their actions in the present, and I look look down on them with pity as for their future will be a far cry from what they wanted, and all I will do is laugh, I have no remorse  for  so called "friends" to abuse the offerings of other friends.... they get all that they deserve... And to those who wish to miss treat my friends... be sure you are ready to face the repercussions of your weak minded actions... for I would gladly cherish the moment to see your face when I stand over you while you lay at my feet bloody or shattered... but good thing there are only a few mortals I would do this for...