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It was Halloween night in Washington D.C., the eve of a special election that would determine the fate of the country—and perhaps the world. The air hung thick with the smell of decayed promises and political rot as President Biden and Vice President Kamala Harris prepped for the final debate against their demonic rival, a shadowy figure known only as The Red Hand. No one knew where he came from, but the whispers in the back alleys said he was sent by something much darker than any political party.
The streets were filled with riots. It wasn’t clear who was protesting what anymore, as long as there was violence. Flags burned alongside effigies of politicians, while shadows danced in the flames, whispering conspiracies that felt more real than any truth. The country had turned into a circus of corruption, and the ringmasters were ready to bleed it dry.
Inside the White House, Biden sat slumped at his desk, looking older than time itself, his eyes dark and hollow. "Kamala," he croaked, "it’s time we did what we’ve been planning."
Kamala entered the room, her expression cold and steely. There was no longer a trace of the woman the public knew. Her smile had twisted into something predatory, her eyes gleaming with sinister delight. She nodded silently as they prepared for the final step in their plan. Their agenda had always been darker than anyone knew, but the country was too blind to see past the polished speeches and half-baked promises.
Tonight, they wouldn’t just win the election—they would claim the soul of America.
As the clock struck midnight, the debate commenced. On stage, Biden and Kamala stood next to The Red Hand, a towering figure cloaked in black, his face obscured by a mask of pulsing, crimson energy. The lights flickered ominously as the cameras rolled, and the audience at home leaned in, expecting fireworks but getting something far more sinister.
"I think it’s time the American people knew the truth," The Red Hand said, his voice echoing with a hellish cadence. "Biden, Kamala… you’ve sold your souls, haven’t you?"
A grin crept across Biden’s wrinkled face. "We had to. The country’s been dying for years. What’s a little dark magic to save it?"
Kamala stepped forward, her voice dripping with venom. "The people don’t care anymore. They love a spectacle, so why not give them the ultimate show?"
The Red Hand laughed—a deep, bone-chilling sound that rattled through the television sets of every American household. "Let’s end this farce, shall we?"
Suddenly, the debate stage split open, revealing a pit of fire beneath. From the depths, demonic creatures clawed their way to the surface, their skin blackened and charred, their mouths dripping with blood. The audience screamed as the creatures began tearing through the crowd, blood spraying across the room like a macabre fountain.
But Biden and Kamala didn’t flinch. They had been expecting this. In fact, they had orchestrated it. They raised their arms in unison, summoning dark energies from the depths of Hell itself. Kamala’s eyes turned black as she chanted ancient incantations, while Biden’s frail form was suddenly consumed by dark flames, his body transforming into something monstrous.
"America belongs to us now!" Biden roared, his voice no longer human.
The Red Hand smiled behind his mask. "Not if I can help it."
With a snap of his fingers, the demonic forces unleashed chaos, ripping apart the politicians, lobbyists, and spectators alike. The blood-soaked carnage was relentless. Kamala, now a twisted demoness, cackled as she used her newfound power to eviscerate her enemies, painting the stage red with their blood. Biden, now more beast than man, slashed through anyone who stood in his way, a grotesque grin plastered on his monstrous face.
But The Red Hand wasn’t here to stop them—he was here to crown them. As the bodies piled up, he approached Biden and Kamala with a wicked smile. "You’ve done well, but the blood price must be paid."
Without warning, The Red Hand plunged his fist into Biden’s chest, tearing out his blackened heart. Biden fell to the ground, a smile still lingering on his lips as his body disintegrated into ash. Kamala watched, her eyes wide with fury, but before she could act, The Red Hand snapped her neck, sending her lifeless body tumbling into the fiery pit below.
The Red Hand turned to the camera, addressing the horrified viewers at home. "Happy Halloween, America. Welcome to the real nightmare."
As the flames roared higher and the screen faded to black, the country realized that the real evil wasn’t the politicians they had known, but the forces pulling the strings behind them. And now, with Biden and Kamala gone, something far worse was ready to take their place.
The election was over. Hell had won.
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