『 We can't go to hell
IF WE'RE ALREADY THERE 』
It all started on a cold night when a witness sees a killer dump the body of their victim into the river.
Just as he was about to do the same thing.
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☆And the heavens, they weep☆
The ground shudders as thunder rumbles in the skies; a storm is brewing. The stars hide behind dark clouds, leaving the moon to shine a lonely light that battles against the shadows in the stygian blackness of the forest.
Heavy raindrops hammer against the earth and ripple the once peaceful waters---the angry tears of the heavens as they weep, for they know what the sinner had done.
Ephemeral was the moment when lightning flashed across the clouds and illuminated the sinner's face but only one soul witnessed the glow of pure malice in the eyes of the evildoer.
Moonlight fails to reach the sinner once the lightning faded and the darkness claimed the heavens once more. The sound of boots plunging into the river could be heard over the deafening darkness, followed by the sound of rustling leaves as the trees begin to whisper.
Under the caliginous sky, nothing could be seen; but not a modicum of sound could be missed---not even the calm beating of the murderer's heart.
Restless lions roared loud thunders in the skies; a sign of the gods' wrath over the innocent blood that was spilled.
Distorted silhouettes dance with the shadows---a reflection on the disturbed river. And the fog vanishes for a second, revealing bloodied hands that carried a terrible crime.
Emerging from the dark clouds was a small ray of light, and a pair of watchful eyes sees the sinner's smirk, slowly getting devoured by the shade around it. A finger rests on the smirking lips, hushing any thought about speaking of what those eyes saw.
Retreating into the confines of darkness, the sinner's silhoutte disappears and hides with the shadows, leaving not a trace behind.
Except for the kiss planted softly on the fallen's cheeks as the sinner unwillingly leaves. Gently placed as if it was but a sleeping child, the lifeless body was never to open its eyes on the bed of frigid waters.
Ragged breaths escape the witness' lips and watches with a shiver as the events unfold before him. His hands tremble and he whimpers pathetically, before doing exactly what the sinner had done and dumps his ownvictim's body into the river.
★For the soul that lost its battle against the darkness.★
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