Bank robbery in progress! "C'mon!" Five men rush into the back of the van with bags full of money. An army jeep rolls up in the heavy monsoon. "Light them up!" The back doors slam open as a man gets on the jeep's gun, I look back as the men hurl fire, stones, whatever they can at their jeep. Humans with powers, this is new. Their tire explodes and they swerve away. I stomp the gas pedal as a man peels off his ski mask. "We fucking did it!" I sigh, "You killed people." "Those middle-class losers don't matter!" They all shout from the back, "Yeah, fuck em!" Bystanders, hostages don't matter?! My eye twitches. I turn and stomp on the brakes, my side slams against the horn as he slams against the dashboard. I slam the barrel to his back and pull the trigger. I wince and turn to the back as the men get up. I unload my mag into the back. I hop to the back and out the doors. Rain slaps against my face as I close my eyes. How I missed the feeling, all emotion wash away from the torrential rain. It offers that delusion, that I'm cleansed of the atrocities I've committed.

A car screeches to a halt, I turn and open my eyes, Verank slams the door shut. "Where is my muse!?" I smile, "These fuckers will have to do for now." He smiles wide and I point, "Keep their heads intact! And I only need two of them!" "Fine!" I pat his shoulder, "C'mon, help me load them into the car."

We drive back to our abandoned factory. Verank takes a machete to three of their necks. I swipe them away by their hair and lay out my surgical tools. Let's see what makes you all tick.

"Where am I?!" He wriggles against the improvised restraints. "Look who survived!" "Fuck's wrong with you!? Let me go, man!" I smirk, "I don't think I will." He roars and embers fall to the floor from his palms, painting the concrete with ash. "Cry all you want! Room's soundproof!" He catches his breath and darts around, desperate for a way out. "Your friends already tried that strategy." I stand to the side and he screams, "You're fucking sick! Let me go!"

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I smirk, "So you still think hostages don't matter?!" "Is that what this is about!?" He stares off, "I won't kill any more hostages, I swear!" I shake my head with a laugh, "I checked that woman's wallet, three kids." "So?" I scoff, "So!? I killed my people so you can waste life?!" He roars, "I enjoyed killing her! The power, the rush! Fuck off with that high and mighty shit!" I rush towards him and hold a scalpel near his throat. He laughs, "Do it! C'mon, you pussy!" I shout and kick the cart against the wall. The tools all clang onto the floor, "Fucking fuck!"

I hyperventilate as he laughs at me, "You're a sad little fuck, huh?" I study the tools that fell off the cart. "Awww, the skinny little snake wants to be a villian. Can't even kil-" I rush in and shove a rag in his mouth and his eyes go wide, gasping for air. I grab his head, he bobs his head around, I slam him against the seat, tie his head to the back of the chair. He struggles in desperation as I slap noise cancelling headphones on him. I put a blindfold on him and back up. I scream in his face for the longest time as he flails about. I squeak myself down, hug my knees, wipe my tears and sniffle as he calms down. Fucking monster. He'll be congratulated if I kill him now. He'll get a nice rank as a demon instead of getting tortured as he deserves. I smile, He's already got a gag on him, might as well send him to the Circle of Lust when he finally dies.

I pull myself up and walk out, Verank chops into them wildly with a butcher knife. He was a world renowned chemist, now this? A fanatic just like on that Earth. "Verank!" He turns in a trance as blood drips from the blade, "Yes, my friend?" "Teach me how you use your equipment." His eyes light up, he turns and buries the knife, "Of course!"