A man shackled by the thirst of revenge, met his end at the hands of a Serial Killer. From deaths embrace, he set foot in the Valley shadows where a demon resurrect him. Granted with by the blessing of the Old Man of the Mountain, his one-sided crus...
"A soul of a different world, and a soul of a twisted reflection."
"Indeed, indeed it is an interesting occurrence; a melding of different -- yet similar identity. For what purpose does casuality have to allow this juncture between world to happened."
"Especially, when the newly merge souls met a foreigner."
Perhaps this is still a fated occurrence, for how many far away realities are, the fabric of destiny is still woven to interconnect such distance. Mayhaps, a one in a million chance has happened, and the strings of fate connect to form knot.
"No matter, this world that this homunculus resides is but a ruined world, a twisted perversion of the natural cause. But you, has a potential and has the markings of a hero in the making."
Let us wait to what you will come to, for the threads that connects all has loosen.
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"hehe, I escaped~" I licked the the blood on my knife.
Even though the bullet wound on my side hurts like hell, I can still go on for another round. No, I must control myself, it is too dangerous to go through. Those insects has already alerted the pigs, I must be patient.
I must be patient.
"Still, I have shed blood on my way out~ hehe, that one was a honey able to kill those useless dogs without much of an issue. However, he still falls to my knife hehe~"
My insides grumbled at the ecstasy I am feeling. I am reaching climax even though I am wounded, I would say the close dance with the reaper has do wonders to my euphoria.
I must be patient.
I would patched my wounds, and once done I would go one with work. An artist, needs to always stroke the brush, in order to never grow rusty.
This town is new to me after all, fresh blood to paint with.
I sat down on my chair, "Hehe!~"
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Jack slash, The Night Ripper, and the Macabre artist. It is the many nicknames of the elusive killer. The painter of the night first showcase his "Art" at the small town in Pennsylvania, that day the US would come to meet its new Killer, the first victim was gruesome killed in a way that even the hardened investigator of the county could not stomach. It was girl hanged by steel wires connected to her four limbs, her stomach was cut opened; her womb was removed. And the use of steel wires is positioned the corpse in a dancing pose.
