The cold wet blood dripped down the palms of my hands from the man I had killed minutes before. The despair and fear that would be felt from his family filled me with the everlasting joy and hope as this was once again a successful murder.

I am not one who is against killing for no reason, but I am not wasteful. Some people are of use to this world yet this man was one of the Devils children.

I had seen the markings that covered his arms and legs hours before I made my move. I had never seen them before today in real life, but only the stories. And in all of those stories, this is how it always ends.