Rage fills me, consumed by the eternal flames of hell, I am Lucifer’s servant. My mind as well as my soul is pitched black… I lied. I have no soul for I am a soulless human being (if that). I am programmed to kill, that is my nature. Death is the only thing that crosses my mind. I only prey upon those who are deemed unworthy to live (or as some would say the weak and the defenseless). I admit I torture my victims before I murder them. I would bound them by their hands and feet and beat them with a steel chain. I would tell them I am the grim reaper and that I’ve come for their soul.

   Afterwards I would begin the process of what I would like to call mutilation, for I would begin to saw off body parts starting with the fingers. As they would drift off into unconsciousness (as they often do), I would bring them back to reality with the force of my hammer as I crack every bone in their body. The sound of a human bone cracking is overwhelming. The thrill of the kill is like none other. I must admit there is nothing like your first time.

     The thought of killing had always plagued me even as a little child for I can remember on numerous occasions when my father would pass out from being drunk. I would have thoughts of stabbing him to death and tying him up to torture him as I would do the small animals I would catch in my backyard. Years later I couldn’t help myself. My father came in drunk and I acted on impulse. I tied him to his favorite chair and waited for him to become sober. I wanted to watch him squirm and beg for mercy. I remember when he woke up; the look of fear in his eyes as he saw me sitting directly in front of him with a butcher’s knife was enough to drive me insane. I remember his exact words “Son what are you doing? Let me go”! I just stared at him and stated “Relax father, you are hereby deemed unworthy. Your time has come to an end for I am the grim reaper, a servant of the dark lord Lucifer. Your soul is mine” From that point I tore into his flesh.

     After this was all over, I stood there with an adrenaline rush like nothing else could give me. I had found my soul purpose in life, the need to kill had become like a drug to me. And like every addict, I was desperately looking for my next fix.