His thoughts were like a shower of red-glowing needles in his head, an almost unbearable pain. He heard voices. Voices that made him feel like he wanted to kill everyone that got in his way. He did his utmost to remain calm, to think clearly. The worst thing was fear. Fear of death. Everyone is afraid of death but not him. He himself was death, so why should he be afraid of himself.
He never let anyone escape, he thought. But she slipped away from him. He seemed to be filled by an endless and divine source of evil. He changed places with his shadow or with the devil. The devil of selfishness. The Devil of anger. The Devil of revenge. The Devil of pain. The Devil of death.
He liked to feel the pain of those he was torturing. He liked the pain in their eyes. He liked the pain in their soul. He liked everything. He liked the way he removed their hearts from their bodies. He liked the way he marked their faces with a letter. He liked the pleasure he felt when doing it.
He vows to come for them all. And when he does they will all pay for all they had done to him. He will make them pay one by one.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Blind illusion
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