Three nights later, the killer grew impatient as it was becoming clear that Samael was not going to relax his vigilance. While three days is not the largest of sample sizes admittedly, the killer knew they had to make a move. The longer they waited the more obvious that they were one of the trio.

Guntar was strolling through the woods, keeping an eye out for uninvited guests as he was told to. He was lucky enough to catch a glimpse of the masked figure as they sprinted at him with a knife. However, he was unskilled enough that even with that luck all he could do was throw his arm in front of his throat. The figure’s silver knife caused a large smoking gash that ran from his elbow to his wrist.

Knowing that Guntar’s screams would attract the attention of others, the masked figure fled from his failed attack. I guess I can now use masculine pronouns as we all know that the killer must be one of a group that was completely comprised of males.

As he was running, he ran into Yellaw, who was even less of a fighter than Guntar, and promptly slit his throat as he ran by.

Now we jump back to Samael jr jr jr jr and Guntar.

“You see the guy?” Jr jr jr jr queried his subordinate.

“You know I didn’t.” Guntar snipy responded letting the pain get the better of him.

With a half growl, “Watch your tone with me.”

Guntar immediately broke eye contact and looked at the ground. “I apologize my prince.” Guntar sheepishly replied.

“Now, where the f*ck are Crabacus and Yellaw?” Samael asked himself and seemingly the air. He then heard feet pounding heading in his direction.

Samael took in the sprinting form of Crabacus as he approached the duo.

“Crabacus, where the f*ck were you?!” Samael asked with a questioning shrug.

“My route.” the large young man grunted.

Samael shook his head at that, “Crabby, oh Crabby… I’m afraid that is just not good enough.”

A silver blade fell into the young man’s hand and was promptly sent flying through Guntar’s head.

With a smirk and a chuckle, “You got me. or is it I who got you? I’m so excited to find out.”

With a chuckle of his own, “Tell me has Crabacus been hiding his intelligence for thousands of years or has Chad been doing it for sixteen?”

“Well…”

***

I realized pretty early on in life that I was never gonna go far in life with my intelligence. Don’t get me wrong I wasn’t dumb, but I was of average intelligence at best.

Fortunately, I was always the biggest and the strongest, even in kindergarten. That gave me capital. I would have taken the leadership role in the class, but I lacked the looks and/or charisma for it. Also, there already was someone who had both the looks and charisma, Samuel. So, being the leader was out.

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My next best option would have been vice leader, but that position was already taken by a brown noser named Harry. So, the muscle position it was.

The thing is that no one wants muscle with its own brain. That meant that I had to fake being a mouth breather.

It worked well for me for over a decade. I ended up part of the social elite and a star athlete with a practically guaranteed scholarship in the future. All it cost me was pretending to be an idiot at all times.

It was not so bad though; my friends were legitimately my friends, and we took care of each other always. We were siblings in all but blood.

That just made what came next all the harder.

It was a typical Friday night for us, drinking and smoking the mary jane at their hideout in an abandoned overpass. Something must have been slipped in one of those vices as we all passed out and woke up shackled inside a pentagram. The crimson pentagram spanned the entire floor of the abandoned warehouse they found themselves in.

While my friends were aimlessly struggling and crying for help, hell one or two were just plain crying. I on the other hand was the protector of my found family and had been in a scrap or two. So, I was analyzing our situation.

That’s why I found the person I suspected of being the responsible party for our situation.

The woman was a weird mix of satanist and preppy. Her preppy side led to a high blond ponytail, pink and white striped polo shirt, khakis, and white tennis shoes. Her satanist side was a creepy white masquerade mask, speaking in tongues, and two large cuts spanning from her elbows to her wrists. The flowing blood connected her to the floor spanning pentagram.

The woman’s chants grew increasingly frantic until it reached a fever pitch and then abruptly cut off. The pentagram released a burst of crimson light when she stopped.

“Arise child of the Lightbringer and his followers! And bring your ancestor’s influence with you.” the mysterious woman shouted.

Then came the invading mind and with it the pain. It was an invading cancer that infected all that touched it, leaving nothing but pain behind it.

It should have been a swift and painless process as two minds merge with the stronger, usually the demon, taking over. However, that was predicated on the premise that the minds were similar.

My friends and I were picked on our similarities to Samael the 5th’s court. The thing is that my similarities to the demon Crabacus were based on my false persona, which meant that the smooth painless takeover was now a painful fight. The good news was that a fight could be won.

While Crabacus was stronger, he was a little more than a brutish beast. He fought hard, I fought smart and won.

The thing was that I was only one man, albeit one empowered by demonic forces, and my enemies were many. The only positive about my situation were that the mysterious woman left when her work was completed, and that the possession was in the early stages.

That second one meant that our power levels were roughly equivalent. Which was a blessing with a sh*t lining. It meant that Samael did not far exceed my power level, but it also meant that I was not much stronger than everyone else. Another blessing of that second one was that our special abilities were unavailable to us, which affected Crabacus least of all with his simple one of super strength.

That night I got back to my house and started to create a plan. I needed one to get revenge on my dead friends as this type of possession ritual was a fatal one for the victims. The only bright spot of that was Crabacus was dead and would not be telling my new “friends” about me.

My parents were out of town to my luck which allowed me to melt down our silverware for step one of my plan.

I created a sloppy mask and dagger out of silver. The mask would hide my identity due to demonic sight not being able to pierce such a holy material. The dagger would help with the actual killing part of my plan.

The material did not affect me even if a demon is the source of my powers. No idea why, but my best guess is that I’m not actually a malevolent entity. It was too my fortune though, so I did not question it too much.

I then set out to kill all those who took my friends from me, and you know how that goes.