BLOODY REUNION
CHAPTER 1 DISTURBED PURIFICATION
“Hhhh...Hhhh..
The woman groaned with all her strength from the bedroom to the living room with blood dripping from the headstone, nose dents, nose dents, and the mouth that was agape at the date of the four front teeth became the savage act of the figure who was now walking following with a swing of the stick behind him. The woman's face was pale with fear, especially when the heavy sigh of the man behind her drew closer and when she looked back she saw a sinister grinning face to him.
The cynical grin of the bastard murderer seemed to laugh at his efforts as something futile. Even if the victim tries to avoid him, this terror will not escape him, but left the victim – in fear – continues to creep with difficulty on the floor of the living room of his house to defend a sheet of life that will be lost a few minutes more, the reason is simple; because he liked the view in front of him.
What the woman did was no different from the others. The primitive instinct of man has two ways to defend himself when he is in danger or threatened with life, namely to fight or escape. In reality all of his victims did the second option as a choice from his subconscious.
Yeah.a few more minutes...
So just let the woman enjoy a few minutes of the rest of her life, let her think of her efforts as the best and must do. The decision remains in his hands as the angel of life.
The man had always liked the thought of himself as a life-extracting angel. Not only does it sound good in the ear, but it also gives a strong feeling..in power, it makes him free to knock the hammer that determines the last blow of the woman's breath.
Yes.palu...
The hammer was a three-centimeter-diameter, thirty-centimeter-long iron club, which he had just used to knock out the female teeth on the floor, a weapon that gave him power in his grasp...
The victim continued to creep at an ever-diminishing speed. She faintly heard a groaning sound from the woman's lips, her speech may be for help, or it may be a curse. Whatever it is he doesn't care. In addition to his obsession, the figure does not care about the other, as much as he does not care about the********* that unfolded from behind the woman's negligence, he said, exotic things that appeal to other men do not trigger his passion.he continues to look at the dying woman without the slightest mercy.
When he became bored after the sight before him was no longer exciting, he decided to end it like a director who ended a scene that went wrong. The figure jumped while swinging his iron club. The steady pull from back to front as well as the swing that was completely centered on his body weight, made the force of his punch strengthen many folds when the hammer hit his target, which was the head of the woman.
The woman howled as her head was hit by an iron club, right at the vital point that was a critical part of the wound she had sustained, leaving her wound even more gaping. The judge's hammer was knocked on the court table, which led the woman into a deep sleep forever.
Finished his duty as a life-revoking angel.
But the whole series of tasks is not enough to get there…
The figure again grinned, occasionally publishing saliva on the corners of the lips.
This body is as pure as the dying soul of its owner, which requires purification, guidance, and leadership. The soul is entangled in the perversity of the mortal realm and is now shrieking in its pain for a relief. It was here that he was present providing relief that far exceeded what the world had offered this dead woman his entire life.
That he took the highest role in the process makes the man more aroused his lust. Passion, joy, ecstasy from feeling appreciated because he is the main character of this process, the leader who is adored…at least by himself and perhaps also by some soul who is grateful for what he does, makes his lust soar to the highest level that its veil has been tempered by desire. His role as peacemaker over this soul will pave the way for him to master this soul…
The figure undressed and sat cross-legged next to the corpse naked. His fingers poked the blood of the victim who pooled in the batok of his head, bring closer the index and middle fingers drenched in red viscous liquid in front of the mouth and then spit on it. His two fingers danced for a while in an uncalled direction before starting to write strange characters and symbols on the part between the breast and abdomen that ended with a pair of circles on the breast of the corpse of the woman.
His mouth then muttered in a nasal tone bringing out a strange singing hissing from his lips. Spells. The humming hanging in an odd transparent force. Slowly getting stronger, intense, and domineering. The smell of blood rancid began to creep into the corner of the room, awakening the mystical atmosphere that brought thousands of demons into the place
The figure was in a cross-legged position. His hands clenched, bringing his fingers high above his head. On the eighth array of his incantation, he changed the position of his hand so that the one that met now was only the left index finger with the right index finger, as well as the left thumb with the right thumb, the rest free. Form a triangle. Tidy triangular hands, and alive by blood that is still covered.
The triangular hand stopped above the strange characters in the belly of the corpse. Small tremors were visible from his arm. The triangular hand swings slowly to the left-right endlessly like a pendulum looking for a source of strength. He was indeed in the process of searching for a lost soul for a submission. As the swing grew faster, the figure was like a bewitch. Enchanted but also anxious.
He likes the end result but doesn't like the process that started it. On some occasions he hopes not to have to experience it when it is something that is impossible. Naturally there is no end result without a stage that initiates it. If he wanted an amazing finish, then he also had to start it in an amazing way as well. The greater the resistance of their souls, the better the end result, and that also means opening up the initial stage of the pain that must be suffered during the process of this ritual.
The process begins immediately…
This body was perfect, he vaguely also felt the many strongholds lodged within this poor woman's soul and gripped her with agony, suffering, it was just that he did not know to what extent the great and perfect suffering of this woman's soul compared to the flawless perfection of her body. The more perfect the suffering, the more steep the process he must climb to master the soul of this woman completely and the price is a reasonable price…
And when he felt hundreds of unreal needles start to stoning his heart, then the figure realized the suffering of the soul of this corpse was indeed so great that he was then completely bewitched. His body shook violently. The figure was exposed to something, in a few minutes he was no longer in charge of his body. Along with the tremors of his body, the corpse in front of him also shook violently like an invisible force, which overflowed furiously as if it was about to squeeze out.
While the figure was preoccupied with the ‘purification’ ritual, the deafening siren outside roared giving a sign that the police had surrounded the house. Four strapping men in uniform stood at the door with pistols. On the tenth count, the police officers broke down the door and rushed into the house.
