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He was God’s son “he thought to himself” he had done the right thing; these lily livered mortals had paid the price for their sins – sins to humanity. How dare they laugh at him, did they know who he was?
He was a prodigy of the night – he called himself ‘the Believer’, his real name had never been known and as he swiped the blood with his tongue, he relished again the thought
“had he stabbed them enough?” even with their faces being dismantled; he had cut them out into tiny little pieces – he dissected their eyes dividing each one as a unit, the pupils lay on the table followed by the cornea and the retina; he had outdone himself this time and then he smiled, a sickly enticing smile that left your toes curling up at the angles – that smile against his face was an horror in itself
At the age of 21, he had accomplished all he needed and he felt he had nothing left to lose, with new renewed hope, he vowed to himself that he would win souls for God; and so he tattooed all his face with the sign of the cross and left a smudge of blood on all the lines with a note that said ‘Jesus paid the price, now I must pay mine’
His preys laid soulless on the floor, their blood spewed all over the place, their guts out with the components of their faces all over the place, left with their left ears – his signature mark. Just one more thing was left, he had used a solder to imprint his signature name.
He was proud, two victims this time and he had given them barbiturate first and then sedated them and left them in a state of hallucination – when he was sure they had come to, he got out his pen knife and slowly began to torture them as they weakly pleaded for mercy. He liked that he was in control, he needed to be – that was his forte. He had never done a woman before and mused to himself ‘maybe next time’ but relieving the pain of his two male captives gave him joy. His pen knife had left their mark – he had slowly began by tracing a knife and then cutting through their penises by going slowly making sure he looked at their faces and felt their horror and then as the blood began to gosh; he used his tongue to mop it up enjoying the surreal feeling that came from the salty taste – he couldn’t have enough of this even Jesus would be proud. He would do it well next time, maybe burn the tip of the penis a bit to leave it deeply fried and barbecued and the blood a little more warm
“Gosh, how he loved his job” he thought as he dropped them at the edge of the cliff, it would take days to find these ones and by then he would have studied his next victim; a girl this time young, innocent and fresh, ‘how would her blood taste?’ he thought… he was a cop genius and no one even knew this fact not even his parents, he wore a mask of another’s face that he had made himself, a very handsome feature compared to his chiselled look and dark masquerade of his original look
He had learnt at the age of 18 that he was a prodigy, he only used 4% of his brain and his I.Q was above 110, finding this out had been bliss – he had studied human behaviour from then on and changed his personality a dozen times, now he was a cop and a psycho killer and he loved his two jobs, they were a deep contrast compared to normal boring lives and he had never been caught because he always planned his crimes well to suit the taste of each prey.
He had found out about God at a tender age, his father and sister had molested him and each time they told him “thank God, you are so fucking retarded” and they would laugh at him; but now he had found a way to revenge to pay God back for them blaspheming his name and also make all these sinful Christians pay for the sin of Jesus’ death
He was The Believer and he loved to kill

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