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This is a public service announcement from -- yours truly -- Gage Gilbert --

That is all -- proceed with your regularly scheduled killings.

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DEMON!GAGE TOP 5 BEST MOMENTS.

What can I say, you little fucker? You’ve been an absolute blast. I decided I’d give you a proper send off by doing this quick highlight reel. Hopefully I’ll see you again in some flashbacks. Okay, I’m going to stop talking to you now because you are me and I am me thus I am talking to myself. - J

5. DEMON!GAGE THE SCHOLAR:

@gabbyh: I don't know how many of you still have phones, but what the hell. @gabbyh: McKinley is compromised. If you're not already out, get out now. Get as far from here as you can, and don't come back no matter what you hear. @gabbyh: Live for the rest of us. Get to your families. But whatever you do: don't. come. back. @gabbyh: God forgive us all. @gagegilbert: I have no idea what @gabbyh is talking about. I am having an incredible time. @gagegilbert: I mean, today we're learning about how to accept the differences in others. Kind of. @gagegilbert: I really recommend this school and its lessons. They're so deep and insightful. @gagegilbert: I know I will be leaving here not only a scholar, but a better person than I was before.

4. VAMPIRE TODD TANGENT: 

But it was the sight of one of his vampires feeding on an obviously dead corpse in a class room that caused him to stop dead in his tracks, his eyes immediately flicking to a menacing black, “Todd,” he yelled, trying to get the thing’s attention, “Todd, I see you. Didn’t I make it clear before we got in here that we not feeding? We are either killing or we are siring. We are not here to eat!” Vampire Todd – a name that Gage wasn’t able to take seriously from the get-go, because no one could be scared of a vampire named Todd – dropped the body instantly, putting his hands up in defense as if to tell Gage by gesture that he meant no harm or disrespect by disobeying orders. But he had disobeyed orders either way and that meant one thing: Vampire Todd had to die. Reaching into his knife holster for his weapon, he was prepared to decapitate on spot, but out of the corner of his eyes, he saw her: Hendrix Lopez. Turning his attention away from Todd, he kept his eyes locked on the huntress as he assured the vampire of one thing: “I will be back in like 25 minutes for you. Don’t think I’m not coming back to kill you, Todd. I hate already hate you with a passion.” Seriously? Who would be turned into a vampire and keep their name if their name was Todd? Why not change to Alucard or Sinister? These are the questions Gage had that he had no answer to but couldn’t bother with now.

3: THE MAGIC BULLET:

Turning around, holding the salt bullet in his smoking hand, his once azure hues turned black, a sign that he was ready for battle. Tristan had apparently been able to get up just in time to haul ass, and Gage knew he had to keep up if he intended to win this fight. Beginning to move after the Watcher at a brisk pace, they were both making their way down the hallway when the ex-hunter began to do his favorite thing – talk shit – “Brought a gun to this fight, did you? I’d say you were clever. But you want to know something? I don’t need a gun to defeat you. I don’t even need the gun itself to shoot you.” Positioning the salt bullet appropriately in his hand to do what it is that he wanted to do, he mustered the strength in his body again before he put one foot forward, aimed, and threw it as if it were a baseball. The demonic strength he possessed provided the strength of a gun itself, and he couldn’t deny how pleased he was when he had hit Tristan where he wanted it to: in the back of his shoulder. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, “How’s that feel, Anderson?”

2: BEGGIN’ STRIPS:

“Hey Ant-man,” he greeted him, a smile appearing on his lips, “How are you adjusting? Not great, I am sure. I know how it is, trust me.” Gage had remembered how his own transition into a demon had been, and it wasn’t pleasant, so he could only imagine becoming a werewolf wasn’t pleasant either, “Look – I know this has probably been hard. But I did bring you a present in hope to lift your spirits. A Welcome To The Hyperion gift, if you will.” The hand behind Gage’s back held the gift for Smythe, and the demon continued to smile, “Are you ready? One, two, three – ” Letting the hand that held a bag of Beggin’ Strips be revealed, which were dog treats that were often advertised on TV, Gage shrugged a shoulder, “I hear they’re rather delicious. Dogs love them! And that’s basically what you are now, right? I know I loved bacon before I was turned.”

1: I’M DYING OR AM I?

“Did you just – ” But before he had the chance to finish his question if Kurt had actually just bitchslapped him, he found the sharp point of a wooden stake thrusting downwards into his arm, easily breaking the skin and impaling where it had been intended to, “Ouch! Oh my God, what have you done?” Gage pretending to panic, backing up a few steps to look at the weapon that was sticking out of his arm, “Oh my GOD, Kurt – Oh my God – ” Wrapping his fingertips loosely around the blunt base of the stake, the demon ripped it out with ease, the pointed end covered in the crimson liquid that ran through his veins, “Kurt, please. Call 911. If you do not call 911, I am going to bleed out. Please, Kurt. No, wait – ” Gage backed up yet another few steps, continuing to pretend that he was in an uncomfortable panic, “Even better, please, tell me you have a band-aid Kurt. A pink band-aid, or I will not survive this attack.” Gage threw himself sideways dramatically, his shoulder colliding with the nearest wall, “I can feel my life force fading,” The demon whaled, his head falling backwards, crocodile tears beginning to flow freely as he slid down the wall and onto the floor, “I didn’t deserve this. Please, Hummel, please. Oh, oh God – ” That’s when Gage gasped for air, dropping the stake from his hand, and grabbing at the area above his heart, acting as if the muscle had given out, “Goodbye, Kurt.” Letting his body fall backwards, Gage’s head smacked against the floor, but due to his strength, it was as if he didn’t notice. He laid there motionless, giving the Watcher another five seconds before letting his tongue stick out of his mouth, and mumbling almost incoherently, “Draw exes over my eyes for dramatic effect…” Again, he laid there motionless before at least five seconds before he began bursting into laughter, “Sorry,” he apologized, bringing his hand to his eyes to wipe away the tears that formed as he was genuinely amused by the fact a Watcher attempted to stake him, “I am a sucker for theatrics.”