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Deep in a dark abyss, an ancient evil continued to observe Grayson through the shadows.
"This boy has potential, but I wonder if he can truly go through with it. Killing is one thing, but doing so without feeling any empathy, regret, or pity whatsoever? That is something you don't just learn; it must be accompanied by the complete belief that what you are doing is absolutely just in your eyes," an old skeletal figure, surrounded by dark clouds, said depressingly as he sat on a throne of bones.
Skulls could be seen all around this throne, and each somehow had a look of fear…the type of fear one would have right before a gruesome death.
"If I may speak freely," a tall and nude, brown-skinned woman with the body of what could only be described as a goddess walked out of the shadows and revealed herself. This was the ancient evil's helper.
Her perfect, enormous bust and seductive, plump butt would leave any man or woman in a daze. However, what stood out the most about her was the 6-foot black tail extending from her tailbone.
"The boy had multiple opportunities to kill his parents but has yet to do so to date. He blames his lack of action against his parents on building suspense, but I believe he still harbors feelings for them, especially the mother. Boys tend to be more attached to their mothers. Personally, I don't see him fit to inherit your philosophy," the woman said.
"Lilith, do you truly believe that him adopting this philosophy is just on a whim?" the old skeleton asked.
"Yes," Lilith replied without hesitation.
"Over the millennia, we have met multiple candidates, better candidates, that far surpass this boy's potential. So why him? Why now? We have accomplished great things. From numerous massacres, to pandemics, to the ending of entire civilizations.
We had even brought back the human race to the Stone Age before. So why would you want to leave everything we've worked for behind now?" She asked, obviously unwilling to accept the boy or the skeleton's decision.
"Simple..." the old skeleton replied depressingly.
"I am tired. My bones have grown weary, but most importantly, I feel Theós is against me. My eyes do not deceive me; Theós wants this boy. He is the one to adopt this philosophy for eternity. An ordinary human would go mad by the uncountable deaths the boy will soon witness. Theós wouldn't choose him if he were just another ordinary person," the old skeleton added.
He then gazed into a dark, 8-foot, spherical cloud. His blazing, golden eyes remained unmoving as he observed me through the cloud. Lilith then stood next to him and did the same.
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'I need to go kill that mutt and her pups quickly before those two are finished up there,' I thought as I went to grab a knife from the kitchen. As I walked out of the house and towards the barn, I had but only one thought: 'kill!'
Recently, I had been suppressing my urges; knowing now that I'm about to quench them, I couldn't help but feel excited.
I then opened the barn door and was greeted by a foul smell. Ten puppies were in a corner of the barn. Two of the bodies were lifeless and had been kept slightly to the side. Eight of them, however, were still alive but looked very fragile.
Blood could be seen all around them, accompanied by feces. Their tiny irritating moans filled the barn, which made me want to end them immediately, just to shut them up.
"How revolting, a corpse is a much better sight than this," I said in disgust. I slowly walked up to Nala with a knife in my hand; she immediately started barking at me.
"Man's best friend," they say. Just a bunch of bull, spread by lonely bastards. I gave you food, and in return you showed me what many mistakenly assume to be love. As soon as my actions don't fall in line with your self-interests, you immediately retaliate. But it's fine; what I'm about to do is within my self-interests as well.
I gripped the knife even tighter and slowly approached Nala. All the while, she never stopped barking at me. I grabbed her by her ears, then forcefully pulled back on them. She furiously barked at me even louder, clearly unable to resist due to her obvious fatigue. I then proceeded to pull on her ears even harder, enough to expose her neck.
She continued to bark, but suddenly, her barks turned into moans. It was as if she knew exactly what her fate was going to be. She looked at her pups, as if begging me to spare them.
"I've always hated these annoying barks of yours," I said as I swiftly slit her throat open.
Her blood spread everywhere, drenching the pups even more. Their tiny moans seemed to get louder. I dropped the knife and picked up a shovel, attempting to bash their tiny heads in, but then thought for a minute and refrained from doing so.
Instead, I dug a hole 3 feet deep and 3 feet wide. I then dumped all the pups into the hole as well as their mother. Even after I covered it up, I could still slightly hear their screams through the soil as they slowly started to fade.
"I'm glad that's over with," I said with a victorious grin on my face as I walked back to the house. Before going in, I left the shovel right outside, in preparation for the next target.
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Back upstairs, Grayson's parents lay, cuddling naked on a bed after making love to each other.
"Michael, I'm worried about Nala. She had been barking so loudly, but now, I don't hear anything. Please go check on her," she said worriedly.
"I'll check on her in the morning; just lay here with me for now," he said sluggishly as he kissed her neck, clearly too lazy to get up.
"Fine, I'll go myself!" She said sternly as she got up to put on her white robe, then stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
Michael became aware of his mistake after seeing her storm off as she did but didn't pay her any mind. He knew she would be wanting another round when she got back and felt in control.
As she approached the stairs, she saw me coming up and asked in a voice full of worry, "Grayson, have you checked on Nala?"
"Yes." I replied nonchalantly. "Two of the pups have died, but there are still eight that have survived...for now." I said calmly as I kept walking.
"For now? What's wrong with them? Did something happen?" She asked, sounding even more worried.
"I'm going to go check on them." She said, trotting before to the barn.
'Perfect,' I thought to myself.
"Alright then," I said as I walked into my room.
I then grabbed an extremely thin garrote, barely visible to the human eye. I had kept it hidden in one of my drawers for the longest time, and tonight, I finally get to use it. I then quickly walked out of my room.
I strode across the long hallway. Looking towards the stairs, I made sure my mother wasn't coming back up. I proceeded to walk towards the guest room's door to position the garrote.
'Father is 6'2 feet, so I should position the garrote around 5'8 feet from the ground. That should be somewhere around the length of his neck,' I thought to myself.
I then quickly placed the garrote on each end of the doorpost. After admiring my work, I headed down the stairs.
I suddenly heard a scream coming from outside. Definitely coming from my mother. I took a quick glance towards the kitchen and thought to myself, 'A knife...? No, not yet.'
I ran out the front door, grabbed the shovel I had left outside earlier, and then sprinted to the source of the scream.
I then found my mother, sitting on the ground, shaking all over with a horrified look on her face. Her eyes remained fixed on the pile of blood spreading across the barn floor with a knife in the center.
"Gray-son…that's, that's too much blood…did you…? Where's Nala…? Where are the…?" She said, struggling to find the words.
"They're gone." I interrupted as I pointed at a recently dug-in area on the ground. "…and you're next…."
"MICHAEL!!...MICHAEL!!!" She desperately shouted.
"Oh, him…he is probably bleeding out as we speak. I can vividly see him rushing out of his room the moment he heard you scream, not knowing I placed a garrote on the door to slice his neck open.
How deep is the slice? It all depends on how much force he used to get out that door. Knowing him, he probably came out rushing like some savior. So, in a way, I guess you sort of contributed to his demise as well. The fact that he isn't here until now just proves that my plan went flawlessly," I said with the most victorious grin that my mouth could make.
"How, how could you…?" She said with tears running down her face. "What kind of monster…?"
"Monster?" I interrupted.
"Don't you mean your son?" I said with a warm smile as I held the shovel over my shoulder.
She then quickly crawled towards the barn, attempting to grab the knife in the puddle of blood.
"This too was expected," I said as I struck one of her knees with the shovel, breaking it in the process. She screamed as tears kept rolling down her face.
"You left me with those old bastards; now you call me a monster? You are the architect of this situation. This would never have happened if you hadn't left me there. I don't know who's worse, the monsters that trapped me in a basement or the monsters that delivered me to them…but I suppose I should thank you," I said with a forgiving smile as I watched her crawl away desperately.
"I would have lived the rest of my life oblivious to true human nature if you didn't leave me in that house to suffer," I said as I recalled the traumatic experiences. I then continued to slowly approach her with the shovel over my shoulders.
"I did consider locking you up in a basement, but I'll do this quickly enough for you. For your contribution to me seeing the enlightenment, you won't suffer too much.
You want to live, don't you? I bet that's the only thing on your mind right now. You're not thinking about your son or your husband. You're only thinking about yourself. How can I survive? Where did I go wrong? Is this how I am going to die…?
In the end, you don't really care about anyone but yourself and that, my dear mother, is humanity," I preached to her, then repeatedly smashed her head in with the shovel.
"You have no one to blame for your demise other than yourself. Your contribution may have been small, but I'm petty." I said as I wiped her splattered blood off of my face.
"I better go check on my father," I said to myself as I dragged the shovel behind me, leaving a trail of blood.