Once there was a sin.
This sin met the devil. The devil was tall. Incredibly powerful and had rugged good looks.
It was obvious that the sin would fall in love.
And the devil loved the sin too.
So the devil took the sin out to dinner.
Then came love. Then came marriage. Then came the baby in the baby carriage.
But the babies were sick. They were the twisted mix between the devil and sin. So when they grew up. They did not look outside themselves for love. They looked to each other.
And so new mixes of devil and sin were born.
And like that It compounded on itself. Like a cesspit.
The sin found its devil and proliferated. And the sin born from the sin would search again for its devil born of the same sin.
Evil itself was born. Reborn. And born again.
All in the name of madness.
Because only the original devil and sin loved each other. The ones after them loved the disgust. They loved the sick feeling. They revelled in the twisted pain that they created for each other.
It was the eternal snowball.
It was life like BMurderB.
It was the natural nihilism of nature.
It was a mind.
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John looked at the body of the man before him. His skull was crushed. Blood and brain matter were scattered around him.
MURDER! REMORLESS KILLER! MONSTER! MURDER MUDRER MUDRER! THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE! YOU'RE A MURDER!
Screaming. Biting at his mind like a shepherd dog bites at sheep's heels. There it was.
John's right hand was slick with blood and his left was clean.
John put his right hand behind his back. He would shake with his left. Then Mechna wouldn't notice.
I'll get Naos and Neptune to eat the body before she s———
Cover up the evidence!
Shroud your sin.
Stop your end!
Sing for pain!
End of days!
SINSINSINSINSINSINSINSINSINSINSINSINSIN!
Slither like that which you were made from.
The one without love!
SINSINSINSISNISNINSINSINSINSINSIN
As those sounds repeated, John walked towards Mechna's apartment.
He walked into the building and walked up the stairs to the second floor.
He knocked on the door.
Mechna opened it in a hurry.
John brought up his ri——
LEFT hand to shake.
Mechna gave him a strange glance. She shook his hand with her robotic right arm.
"Why is there blood on your other hand?" Mecha asked as she shook
John's face grew slack.
IF THEY DISCOVER YOUR CRIME!
THEN GIVE THEM A DEATH LETTER!
FOR IF YOU ARE LESS KNOWN!
THEN YOU ARE LESS HURT!
AND WHO KNOWS THE LEAST?!?!?!?
THE ONE'S IN THE DIRT!
Mechna's robotic hand was crushed.
Electricity flew everywhere. Mechna's hair was left standing at least a foot on end. John's bald scalp tingled a little bit.
For a moment Mechna just gave John a discerning glare.
"Bring the body here." Said Mechna
There was barely any expression on her face.
This didn't even phase her.
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John's mind grew silent. It was now only a symphony of silent screams. John turned around and walked back down the stairs.
He walked back up with the man's headless body in his hands.
Mechna nodded.
"Good. Now, I need you to do something for me." Mechna said
John just looked at her.
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His mind dove. Mechna's words grew blurry. But John could still hear them.
"I need you to eat it."
She murmured.
John looked down at the body in his hands. He took sixty steps back.
This was just a movie. A story being told. And in this story John was a hero. He needed to desecrate this man's body. Because if not, the world would be pushed into squalor. And John couldn't tolerate that.
Things shifted. The data that constructed John's reality became a sea. He dropped the body down in his throat. Or he inserted it into his stomach. Or he ate it with the jaws on his hands.
Did John have jaws on his hands?
Regardless, John knew one thing.
He ate that man.
{Error! Error! Error! Error! Skill conflict with Help others! ERROR! ERROR! Skill conflict!}
Things paused
{Help others skill tranformation.}
{NEW SKILL!: Cannibal allows you to gain 1% of the stat points of anyone you eat.}
{+2 to cardiovascular endurance toughness and agility!}
John blinked. Then he blinked again.
TO ESCAPE!
TO FLY LIKE A DOVE!
TO RUN FROM A MOMENT WITHOUT LOVE!
ISN'T THAT THE NATURE OF ALL THE FLESH!?!?!
John turned around and walked away.
"Did you gain anything?" Mechna asked
"YES! I need to go," John said
He walked. He summoned a car.
"H..... Hu...… Hu huhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu!"
He couldn't speak. It was back. The concrete block in his throat. He couldn't speak.
"Would you like to go home?" The car asked
John just nodded.
SINSINSINSINSINSINSINSINSINSINSINSINSINS
THE DEVIL'S LOVER!
YOU HURT OTHERS!
WORTH LESS THAN THE REST!
DESERVE TO BE DEPRESSED!
DON'T CRY, DON'T FLINCH!
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And John was back at the mansion.
He ran or walked or stomped or screamed or sang. John couldn't tell. All he knew was that he was changing from here to there.
John opened a cupboard.
There they were. Bottles. It was his store for this month.
YOU SHOULD JUST D__
LET THE SOUL CRY
LET THE PAIN SHAKE!
BEGIN THE END OF DAYS!
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DON'T LIVE IN A LIE!
D__
HALF A FACE! HALF A BRAIN!
D__
John's jaw unhinged. He swallowed a bottle. And he swallowed a bottle. And he swallowed a bottle.
And he swallowed a bottle.
MORE! AND MORE! AND MORE!
LET'S. END THIS WAR!
A man like John never vomits.
John vomited.
It shot from his stomach and crawled up his chest. It spilled from his throat and splashed onto the ground.
John had overdosed on his overdose.
John looked to the cupboard.
It was empty. He was out of bottles.
For a moment, John just stood there. His face was blank as he looked off into the distance.
Then John looked to the counter.
The heroes aren't supposed to help the villains.
There was a sheet of paper on the counter. One that had been there for months. John picked it up.
If you ever need anything.
Call me.
John knew this woman. It was Aria.
He pulled his phone from his pocket. And dialled the number.