Moonlight Stain | Venice & Rain

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Blood trickled down his hands, staining his well-shined shoes. The crimson liquid keeps trickling down, making small drops that stain the cold ground. He slowly tilted his head, snapping his neck to both sides, creating faint bone-cracking sounds. His dark, cold, piercing gray eyes locked onto the lifeless bodies that rested on the cold ground, covered by both dirt and blood.

It wasn't a pleasing sight to see, but for him, it was the other way around.

For him, it was an art.

His gaze was too deep as if he were staring right through their souls. His mind flashed a scene that took place earlier; the memory was still fresh and so vivid that he could almost tell every single detail, from how he slit their throats one by one to how he heard their agonies and screams, which played like a pleasant melody to his ears.

His luscious lips curled into a wicked smile; so far, this had become one of the few things he liked the most.

Groaning in satisfaction, he let his head tip back, eyes closing as if they were forced shut, lips parting, and releasing a pleased moan as he pictured the pleasure he felt the moment he saw the blood ooze out of their bodies. That kind of rush he felt crawling up his spine as he slowly took their souls away.

However, it wasn't one of his massive kills; it was rather far from that. Far from his usual number of kills, far from the usual twenty decapitated people

The number was very odd and too low for his liking; he only took three this time; scratch that, it was four.

The last one that counted came from the life inside that woman.

Too brutal? Nah.

He was actually doing the innocent being a favor, and it was to end the innocent soul's suffering. The family was shit anyway; that woman would purposely hurt herself to hurt the life inside her; She deserves what an impure woman like her deserves.

And no, he doesn't have a soft heart; he's killed innocent souls before.

The world's too cruel for that soul; he doesn't deserve to see the cruel world; he does not deserve to live in hell; and most importantly, he doesn't deserve to be given birth by a shit kind of woman.

That soul doesn't deserve to experience what he has gone through before; he won't let it happen. He couldn't let someone turn into him because no one was ever going to be him.

After all, there could be only one of them.

And that is him-no one else, only him.

Only Venice Theerapanyakun.