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Chapter 36 Prologue Prelude to Confession

on the night you left me

It's the first time in my life that I've been so close to death

If the pungent blood is the smell of death
Well in that moment I don't believe your life is gone

Because what I smell is a fragrant breath
When my hand touches your cold body

That chill pierced into my heart like an ice cone
Freeze my heart until it shatters
The devil took the angel in my heart

At the same time sowed the seeds of hatred into my body
The blood of hatred waters the seeds of hatred

They germinate and grow rapidly in my body
The fruits of hatred take the place of my shattered heart

I finally understand

Hate is actually my contract to sell my soul to the devil
Whenever the deadly night falls
I can always feel the demon take over my body
The blood of hatred began to boil at that moment

The breath of death enveloped me

The heart replaced by the fruit of hatred is stirring in the body

The demon took full control of my body

The time to unleash the hate is coming

I'm so excited and thrilled

Although my life will die later
But for my angel I have no regrets

because I know

in a holy temple

In paradise covered with white roses
My angel is waiting to meet me again

——The last mood essay December 2008, 12

He closed the diary that he had always regarded as a treasure, walked to the window, and looked up at the faintly shining full moon in the sky.

His eyes were full of anticipation and longing, but soon, he lowered his head again. At the same time, his eyes completely changed, full of hatred and death.

He clenched his fists tightly, and his whole body trembled slightly. He didn't know if it was because the cold wind blowing in from the window made him feel a little cold, or because his anger made him a little out of control.

He picked up a rusty dagger on the table. For some reason, he chose such a blunt dagger as his tool, perhaps because the rusty spots on the knife seemed to be that he had been broken into pieces. heart.

The pair of bloodshot eyes he stared at the dagger were so red that he seemed to swallow everything. Under the background of the faint moonlight and the dark room, he seemed like a demon, no, he seemed to have become There is a demon, a demon who is ready to take people to hell.

Holding the dagger, he sat on the edge of the bed, and picked up a cross made of two thin cylindrical wooden sticks from the bed. The top of the vertical stick was sharpened, but he still felt that it was not sharp enough. Use the dagger to continue to cut it knife by knife, as if to cut it so that this point can pierce all objects in the world.

He cuts each knife very slowly, not because the knife is not sharp, but because he deliberately enjoys the process of cutting each knife. After about 10 minutes, he stops and gently touches the knife with his fingers. Touching the cross, the corners of his mouth also slightly raised, revealing a weird sneer.

(End of this chapter)