Chapter 5: Massacre

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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 do not just learn, it must be accompanied by the complete belief that what you are doing is absolutely right," an old skeletal figure, surrounded by dark clouds that seemed to erode everything they touch said depressingly as he sat on a throne of bones.

  Skulls could be seen all around this throne, and each had a look of fear…the type of fear one would have right before a gruesome death.

  "If I may speak freely," a tall, brown, nude woman with skin as smooth as jade and the body of what would be the image of a goddess walked out of the shadows and revealed herself. This was the skeletal figure's servant.

  Her perfectly, enormous bust and seductively, plump ass would leave any man or woman in a daze. However, what stood out the most about her was the 6ft, black, furry tail extending from her tail bone.

  "The boy had multiple opportunities to kill his parents, but has yet to do so till 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. 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 ending entire civilizations.

  We had even brought the human race all the way back to the Stone Age. So why would you want to end it now?" She asks obviously unwilling to accept the boy or the skeleton's decision.

  "Simple," the old skeleton replied depressingly, "I am tired…I can feel it, Theós is against me. My eyes do not deceive me, Theós wants this boy. He will adopt this philosophy for an eternity. Any ordinary being would go mad by the unccountable deaths they soon will witness, and Theós wouldn't choose him if he were just another ordinary being," the old skeleton added.

  He then gazed into a dark, 8ft, spherical cloud. His blazing, golden eyes remained unmoving as if observing something. Lilith then sat 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 at the dead center it. 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 say in disgust. I slowly walk up to Nala with a knife on my hand then she immediately started to bark at me.

  "Man's best friend they say, what a load of crap. I gave you food and in return you showed me what many mistakenly call 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 grip the knife even tighter and slowly approach Nala. All the while, she never stopped barking at me. I grabbed her by her ears then slightly pulled 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 continues to bark, but suddenly, her barks turned into moans. It was as if she knew exactly what her fate was going to be. "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 3ft deep and 3ft wide then dumped all the pups in it 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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  In just the floor above, a couple 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 with me for now," he said sluggishly as he kissed her neck obviously too lazy to get up.

  "Fine, I'll go myself," she says sternly as she gets up to put on her white robe then storms out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

  As she approaches the stairs she sees me coming up and asks 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?" She asked even more worried, "I'm going to go check on them."

  'Perfect,' I thought to myself, "Alright then," I said as I walked into my door.

  I then grab 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 walk out the room.

  I stride across the long hallway then looked towards the stairs to make sure my mother wasn't coming back up. I proceed to walk towards the guest room's door to position the garrote.

  'Father is 6'2ft so I should position the garrote a little over 6'1ft from the ground. That should be somewhere around the length of his neck,' I thought to myself. I then quickly place the garrote on each end of the doorpost and head down the stairs.

  I hear a scream coming from outside, obviously coming from my mother. I take a quick glance towards the kitchen, and think to myself, 'a knife...? No.'

  I run out the front door, grab the shovel I had left outside earlier, then sprint 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 at 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 that would partially slice his neck open.

  How deep the slice is? All depends on how much force he used getting out that door. Knowing him, he probably came out rushing like some saviour. So, in a way, I guess you sort of contributed to his demise as well. The fact that he isn't here till now just proves that my plan went flawlessly." I said with the most victorious grin my face could master.

  "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 right 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 her knee with the shovel, breaking it in the process. She screamed as tears kept rolling down her face.

  "You left me with that old geezer and hag; now you call me a monster? I don't act accordingly and now you want to kill me? You are the architect of this situation. This would have never happened if you didn't leave me with the geezers…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 about true human nature if you didn't leave me in that house to suffer," I said as I recalled the traumatic experiences then continued to slowly approach her with the shovel over my shoulders.

  "I did consider locking you up in a basement, but I'll make this quick enough for you, because of your contribution to me seeing the enlightenment....

  You want to live don't you? That's the only thing in your mind. You're not thinking about your son right now 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....

  Better go check on father," I said to myself as I dragged the shovel behind me, leaving a trail of blood.