The Wisdom's from Hell (Advices From Lucifer)

Perfect Crime

I may be what you would say a common man. But I am not. If you ever met me, you would not believe a mastermind behind all of those things to be like this, so you would avoid me - wishing "May, he not come to me begging for money." or "Will he steal or what." or you may feel pity for me finding me in the cold snowing weather under the bridge. I may look like a nobody to others as to be one with others. Have you ever seen a king under a bridges so you may pay no heed.

Pay no heed to that as it was when I was 16, but my story started on the late 90s. For now, you may refer to me as Lucifer. I was born in a lower middle class family.

The sun had barely risen over the small town of Ravenswood, casting long shadows across the quiet neighborhood streets. In a modest house at the end of Elm Street, a nine-year-old boy named Lucifer, though he hated the name his parents had given him, lay in his narrow bed, eyes darting nervously around his dimly lit room. He could already hear the muffled voices of his parents arguing downstairs. It was a daily ritual, one he had grown all too accustomed to.

Lucifer's parents were not like other parents. They were cold, heartless, and cruel. To them, he was nothing more than a pawn in a sinister game, a commodity bought and paid for at birth. They had never shown him a shred of affection, and his days were filled with torment and misery.

But today was different. Today was the day that would change Lucifer's life forever, although he had no way of knowing it yet. As he lay there, tears silently streaming down his cheeks, he couldn't help but wonder if there was anyone in the world who cared about him.

Little did he know that just a few blocks away, a new student was about to enroll at his school—a member of the secretive Moriarty family, a family known for their cunning and enigmatic ways. This young Moriarty was from a great family had a secret that nobody else knew, a secret that would soon intertwine their fates in ways Lucifer could never have imagined.

The first bell rang, signaling the start of another school day, and Lucifer reluctantly dragged himself out of bed. He knew that today would be just like any other, filled with taunts and torment from his classmates and endless misery at home.

As Lucifer trudged to school, shoulders slumped and head down, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to change. Little did he know that after a few days that the young Moriarty would take a keen interest in him, and that their paths were destined to cross. The Moriarty child had a plan, a plan that would set in motion a series of events leading to the most extraordinary and unexpected outcome—the birth of a new legend in Ravenswood.

But for now, as he walked through the school gates, Lucifer couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Why me! If only it could have been reversed." Little did he know that those words would soon become his mantra, his battle cry in the face of adversity.

"I am gonna spread the truth," he whispered, determination burning in his young eyes."

After few days when i was acossumted to M. I got the chance I asked him to help with the setup, I learned computing, hacking, stealing, but then I did what I always wanted I killed the family who helped. I committed a crime, a perfect crime. The guy who helped me was an introverted idiot, so not a lot knew about him. I killed all of them, I killed them at a very easy but gruesome method. I bought sleeping pills, grated and mixed them with water. I then mixed it with all the drinking waters in the mansion. I after making sure all were asleep killed them by burning the whole mansion by making it look like gas fill the house by opening all of the lamp valves in the house and letting the gas fill the room. I lit the matchstick. Spark grew... . And in just a second all of the mansion grew into flames. It filled all the rooms, all the house lit into golden yellow colour brilliantly filling the whole house and the voice of screams were not heard. The people all dead, but me. I was alive but to make this murder, but just a gas leakage I but got the plan I burned my left part of my face.

This was a perfect crime... . No evidence was left no person left to tell the tale or to report the case.

But thats a story for other time let's continue the phase.....