The Devil's Apprentice

slices, four..five slices, six

ertain delicacy down bare porcelain skin. He could feel the elation that ran with persisten

, to hold the life of a person

pers, they only served as encouragement and the st

slipped ajar, letting loose heavy breaths of air, eyes ca

that blood on her, all those slices and scratches,

boyant than the gold watch on his wrist, more expens

eigned within her out, wish upon the shooting stars in the night sk

one that laid asleep in a pool of vengeance

miliar yet so strange had planted

oy, when his tears were what made them smile. He could remember it all, b

. Emmanuel couldn't interpret where he got his dri

r and his father had loathed him with every fibre in his body. Emmanuel could tell, for h

asn't a valid reason for

b and his father engraved in his head that not be

didn't believe, b

eatin

oody g

hip m

y conviction in every sing

lled into a tree that started to bear

l was coerced to sleep in a dungeo

manuel's fear would rise to its pinnacle, for a tool that ensur

his father, so instead he'd scream and cry silently lik

to desire and the blood that came along with it

ugh to hurt himself when

s blood glided with pe

se of that he'd do anything to have it and apart of that anything laid the death of his father because o

as pointed as a stone had been in his hand,

d somehow it had awakened something evil

wasn't the pain that he liked, it was the blood,

nyone's, thus the beginning of the serial kil

rave for blood augmented. He couldn't get tired of it, he never wanted to and that's why

s own knife and blood had trickled

n't even whimper. He knew what was happening, he was going

had descended from nothing but darkness. It was a

l look his father would give him, but even so, he did

ly tight, but ignoring that, Emmanuel had instea

hy of a new start. Just a drop of blood on this paper and a new life, a new name and a new

s empty palm, a paper appeared. "A drop of blood, just a

Emmanuel could've only as

r that lives within

ler wasn't Jason anymore, he

and a new name and as Emmanuel Monto, he

ppeared as a tattoo on the back of his hand and when he had gru

and so was the girl who sat before him,

m her dry throat. This was boring, she wasn't struggling, wasn't screaming, but either

y psycho, but at least he has

'SON OF SATAN' I DID

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