As estimated, cops had killed forty men in their defense. The rest of those cops were beaten to death in chaos. The scene started to clear after the parents had got corpses of their children.

In case of some families; father, mother and child died on the same place.

The twenty ambulances which held corpses were busted by the people in the street. Nobody wanted to see their children come in bags. More than anything, the wailing of people had made them insane and had terrified them. Cops had fallen victim of the wrath and fear.

People had come out of their houses with sickles, knives and guns in order to avoid the corpses being taken away.

I had locked myself inside my house and my face was leaned on the window through which I was watching some people come with corpses on their shoulders.

I just had seen some police officers get shot in front of my eyes. I had no idea how much violence and gore had taken place within an hour.

Corpses were on streets and on lawns of people. One corpse of a doctor was also on my lawn. I deduced he was doctor by a lab coat he still wore. I also had fallen in wrath of melancholy.

My desire to safety had cost hundreds of lives. I had told Satan to stop letter from being delivered. Satan hadn’t stopped it in simple way. Satan had intended to kill the child who had the letter. But since he had no power to differentiate between faces of children, he chose to kill them all.

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An hour later everything looked to be calmed down. Or no one was left to be killed. I had seen some people walk with corpses of their children by shouting, "Lord can't be so unjust!"

Women wept and men sobbed.

I fell back inside the house and felt world being shattered. I imagined Satan's smiling face. I rushed from lobby to the bedroom and unlocked the door. There was no corpse.

There were just words on the wall:

YOU HAD SEEN THIS TOO. YOU DID NOT REMEMBER. NOW YOU CANNOT FORGET.

I was so broken I started to shatter everything which came in my hands. I nearly had dismantled whole room within a couple of minutes until I broke down and wept like a lunatic.

I stomped and punted everywhere until I got tired of it and realized my guilt. One half of me tried to convince myself it wasn’t entirely my fault. I blamed Dormer for the mishap for a long time but no matter how much I was blaming other, I couldn’t forget my involvement in it as well.

It was time of dusk when I got consciousness about the surrounding then I thought of walking outside the house. I did not care what I was going to see, I just wanted to get out of there. From the house where I had welcomed the force who had killed all those innocents.

In the other hand, Satan was saying I had seen it coming. Either Satan had gone insane or I was a lunatic. If I had seen it then I would have willingly gone under custody rather than telling Satan what to do.

"How did I expect just and loyalty from an evil?" I cursed myself. Just because I had been harmless didn’t mean everyone else was going to be left safe. I should have remembered fate of Dormer.