I've always had these murderous impulses inside of me. Many psychopaths or serial killers had some kind of trauma or something that led them to do this, but me... I have none of these "excuses."
From a very early age, I felt an attraction to blood and violence, an insatiable hunger for murder, but I knew it wasn't acceptable in the society I lived in. So I hid this part of myself and I swear, I tried, I tried to live a normal life.
Well, how should I put this... You know that woman or celebrity that you really want to have sex with, one day you have the opportunity to fulfill your dream and you're at the best part, you've already made the first move in her "hole", tell me, would you stop "hitting"? No, of course not! You were doing something you always wanted, and now that you started... you felt that sensation, you probably wouldn't stop because the impulse, desire, and want took over you.
What I feel is along those lines. I couldn't contain myself and the impulse consumed me, eventually, I started committing murders. That's how I found out that I was good at it and felt relief after every murder. I knew exactly how to plan and execute each one of them, without leaving any traces.
And that's how I continued for years, until one day I was caught by the police. I had just committed another murder when I was caught off guard by the police who caught me red-handed. My only option is to fight back, a guy who's killed for years would definitely get the death penalty.
I tried to attack with my "reaper" knife, but was a sharp object a match for a "A fire-breathing weapon"? I ended up taking a bullet near my heart. I felt the intense pain of the bullet piercing through my body, and thought I was dying.
But somehow, it seems like I survived. When I opened my eyes, I wasn't on Earth anymore. I was in a completely new world, with a strange mark on my body. I didn't know what that mark meant, but I felt a strange power within me. I knew something had changed, and I was no longer the sam.