The Melody of Death

"Hah…" A sigh escaped from the devil lips.

At least that was who Dante saw right now as he hung from the pipe with his hands bounded and his feet off the ground. The red bruises encircled both of his wrists beneath the wet rope where the blood had begun to ooze out of his skin. Fear crawled his skin like fire ants trailing all over his body.

Jin Longwen turned his head up at the ceiling and his eyes shut tight as if he was reeling from the thrill of butchering his victims. Neither the scent of blood nor the dead bodies seemed to bother him. In fact, it only seemed to fuel his insanity. The excitement pumped into his vein and breathed into his lungs like oxygen needed for survival.

Every time he bestowed pain upon his prey, his mind went a complete blank. And the weight in his heart was lifted into oblivion. The pain went numb and the memory could no longer nail him to the ground.