Divine Violence

Don't say you love me

I'll set this world on fire "I don't remember much after that officer, I just know that you rescued me and the whole building caught fire."

"I see." The cop was scratching his head after James finished the confession. "Son, if I am being honest you should plead insanity because that was the most deranged story I ever heard" and he left, closing the steel door. James, we're lying he remembered that night, every piece of it, how she jumped in his chest trying to attack him, how he lost consciousness and woke up to the heavy smell of gasoline punching him in the nose, and her last words before setting everything on fire, it still echoes in his mind. "Do you know why I am doing this James? Of course not, imagine if you could recall your previous life. Picture this, you were a priest, in love with a woman, and you spent all your time loving her and she loved you back. You promised to run away with her. Pay attention, you terrible man. Anyway, she collected all her things to run with you, and in the end, you tricked her and were the cause of her doom. You told the whole village that she was a witch, she was tempting you with lust. You know what James? That man was you and I came back to get my revenge, this time I won't burn, but you and all your silly kingdom will. Do you think that Eve, sweet Eve would ever end up with men like you if it wasn't me? Of course not, who do you think kissed you? Who do you think made love to you? It was all me, you were mine all along. Who do you think is gonna kill you?" She jumped out of the piano to the ground, and with the match, she lit her cigarette and dropped it. The gasoline ate it all, she laughed and disappeared into the flames.

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It was a curse 

 The room grew cold, and the memories of yesterday's event were still fresh in his mind. The blood spilled on the floor, his blood or hers? He did not remember. The powerful smell of gasoline, the cigarette that lit everything, and her smile. He loved that smile for years but last night, that wasn't hers. Red lips parted, crooked, her tongue traced his skin crimson with dripping notes of vital fluid. He got away, and she didn't. They arrested him at the scene. It was easy to come up with the story, his wife caught him with a mistress, and for revenge, he decided to kill them both. That wasn't true. He waited, cops had this thing for making criminals wait in that small room. It was dark in the corners, with only a small light coming from the camera that would record everything he said and the lightbulb that blinked a dimmed gleam. A police officer walked through the heavy steel door. "So you want to start talking? Or do you still want us to believe that insane story?" The man adjusted his posture. "Sure, let's talk." "James, 45 years old, Native. Let's go back to the begging, shall we? In this facility, you are a nobody. I don't care if they call you King of the Night, in here you're just a criminal." James knew it, but he wasn't ashamed, all that he built was based on being an outlaw. The cop turned the chair sitting in front of him, he rested his arms on the backrest, legs spread. James dealt with cops his whole life, that one was trying to look approachable. "So James, let me get the story straight. You had a brothel in a luxury hotel that recruited minors, and you married one of the dancers, as you called them. Drugged her for months so she couldn't escape the house, and when she did you started to be aggressive. A lot of your hotel clients vanished and were never found. After all that, your wife disappeared and instead of trying to look for her, your mistress moved in. Your wife appeared out of nowhere and found out what a scumbag you are and you tried to kill them both. Is that right?" James was staring at the cop with no emotion on his face, a little smirk appeared when he said "Half of it is right, but I didn't kill anyone".