The Devils Angel

Chapter Four

"Why fear the darkness, when its the only thing constant in your world?"

Christopher

Tonight it the annual meeting. I dont look forward to it. I dont even know what's the use of this things. Psychotic killers talking and boasting their kills. But only a few of us are really best at what we do. Just like Thomas. A kid who reminds me of myself when I was his age. He is a cannibal too. Ate and killed those who bullied him. The meeting is held at my home. Emily is safely locked inside her room with Joy' s trusted security. Joy is in Texas right now so she needs to be assured of Emily's safety. Can't blame her though.. the house will be full of these societies monsters. But this is her families tradition passed on to her. Even if she doesn't like and would never even attend one herself.

Fixing my bowtie, I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My hair all combed to perfection. My suit is crumple free and my shoes are clean. Dr. Christopher Moore. That's my name now.

I smiled at my reflection. I was perfect. And I knew that. Everyone knows that too. A knock came.

"Master, your guests has arrived." The butler announced.

"I'll be done in a minute.." I dismissed.

After putting a Swiss knife inside my suit jacket, I went down to the hall where my people await. Everyone was dressed immaculately.. even those low life serial killers looked presentable. They knew I hated it when they look like filthy hobos. Everyone looked and me with adoration.. envy.. lust.. admiration. I can't blame them. I was a success, a hero among this villains..

"Looking good as always.."

Francis DeLevigne says as he approached me. He is the cradle snatcher.. it was a pathetic title.. but he lives up to it. He is a 27 year old priest who is running the orphanage Joy owns. He takes kids.. no matter how old and then rapes them and tortures them at the same time.

"Father.." I mocked him but he just laughs.

"Come now, the meeting will start.." we walked to the dining area. I sat the the head of the long grand table. There are 26 of us here now. Others couldn't make it and others are either dead or in prison.

People sat at their designated seats. I watched one person missing. He was one of the best serial killers now. Thomas shared the same confused look of Francis when they saw how one is missing.

Pheobe, one of the 5 the women in the table looked at us nervously. She stood up. "Alexander is found dead in Washington a month ago. The panther is still on the track.." she murmurs loudly.

I nodded thoughtfully. We were more than a hundred a few years back.. but suddenly a force came killing or putting some of the members into jail. They say it was a work of a man and a woman. But nobody knew who they were exactly. Just a fact that they hate us.. and of course.. we feel the same with them.

"How was he killed?" Garret asked. He was the next John Wayne Gacy..

"Poison.. the panther pretended to be a vulnerable pray. And got him." Pheobe answers.

"Boohoo, that's what that cocky bastard gets when he can't keep it in his pants!" Harry pipes.. he was the copy cat. Others laughed and others stayed quiet.

"Well, We wouldn't have that same problem with you right? Cause, you dont have anything to keep in your pants?" Victoria seethed. Harry stopped laughing and narrowed her eyes at the woman. She was Alexander's close killer friend.. if I may say. They were together killing before but decided to do solo acts.

I smirked through the glass of wine. Now I wouldn't mind seeing a bit of an action tonight. This is what usually happens when you are in a room fool of people with psychotic brains. Thomas smiles too.