Where Else Would a Demon Be

Ikea was wandering through the graveyard, taking in the sense of the dead around her. She found a certin graveyard, and, smiling evily, kicked it over.

"The perfect resting place dont you think? Lying on the ground, buried underneath it, in a coffin built of wood."

She laughed manicly and continued to walk.

Zack was still wandering the graveyard when he saw her.
He ran up to her.
"What'd ya do that for?!"

Ikea continued to walk, although she heard someone call to her. "Mind your own business!"

He ran up to her.
"Whats your problem?!"

Ikea spun on her heel and stared at him. "My problem is that some random guy is following me around in a graveyard, and that if he doesnt leave and mind his own business, I might have to kill him." She smiled demonicly. "I doubt that's the answer you want, but frankly, I dont give a care." She turned again and continued to walk.

"On problem, I'm already dead."

Ikea continued to walk. "Whatever. Then I'll rip your body to streds then feed them to the tigers." She let out a laugh. "Or I could rip you apart, burn the pieces, then throw them into a volcano."

He crossed his arms.
"I'm sure Orochi wouldnt like that very much."

Ikea turned around, her eyes narrowing. "And who, pray tell, is that?" She leaned back and examined her sharp nails. "No matter, I really don't give a damn. I do what I want and no one can stop me." Ikea turned and took a couple steps. "And you had best remember that."