I’m getting a little tired of completing my goals, only to have the pub raised too substantially for me to changeover at a effective pace. I started off like a unhappy little ghost with an impossible crush on four really hot, Gothic guys with some attitude complications. Now I’m The Apocalypse, they’re the Four Horsemen, and Lucifer is usually my fucked-up daddy. Now my extra goals appear to be this.

Goal #9: Make a deal with the Devil without getting cheated, manipulated, or tricked.

Objective #10: Make my boys love me and dominate the world . alright . . . so maybe just that first part. That second component sounds like it might take too much ambition, and I simply don’t have the drive for this.

Objective #11: Make cookies.

Goal #12: Call dibs on the best color.

Goal #13: Come across out if my siblings or my dad killed me and my boys . . .

Contains mature themes.