✔ 02 | Flames Of Madness [Soon To Be Published Under PSICOM]

PROLOGUS

May 06, 2019
Eastwood
9:41 p.m.

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"Fire is a beautiful destruction."

He loved the flames.

Magmula noong bata siya, kinagigiliwan na niyang pagmasdan ang pagliyab ng apoy sa anumang nilalang. In fact, at the age of seven, he watched the lovely fire burn his dog alive. Nakangiti niyang pinanood ang unti-unting pagkasunog ng balahibo ng kanyang alaga habang nanunuot sa kanyang ilong ang sunog na laman nito.

His dog turned to ashes.

He still kept those ashes inside a matchbox.

"Fire is a beautiful death."

He loved the way the heat would slowly devour everything.

Just like how it will soon devour the body of the businessman he killed just a few minutes ago.

"Balang-araw, kapag nagkita tayo sa impyerno, magpapasalamat ka pa sa'kin at pinatay kita sa pinakamagandang paraan."

He knelt down and talked to the corpse. Halos hindi na mamukhaan ang matabang negosyante sa tindi ng pagkakawasak niya sa mukha niyo. His face was smashed and his skull almost popped out.

Huminga nang malalim ang binata at kinuha ang ginintuang kwintas mula sa kanyang bulsa. Maingat niyang ipinasok ang alahas sa loob ng ulo ng lalaki at tinitigan ang dugong nagmantsa sa kanyang kamay.

Cold crimson-colored blood.

Tumayo siya't pinagpag ang pantalon. The smell of gasoline almost suffocated him and he loved every fucking second of it. Bitbit ang malaking bag, walang-emosyon niyang iniwan ang bangkay sa gitna ng sala, naglakad papunta sa pinto, at kumuha ng posporo sa kanyang jacket.

"Say hi to Satan for me."

And just like that, he threw the match onto the trail of fuel he made on the expensive wooden floor. Mabilis na kumalat ang apoy hanggang sa tuluyan na nitong lamunin ang bangkay.

Ilang sandali niyang nilanghap ang nasusunog nitong laman. The smell of the businessman's burning fat made him sexually aroused. Ngumiti nang mala-demonyo ang binata at marahang hinimas ang umbok na unti-unting bumabakat sa kanyang pantalon. He felt his erection against his pants, wanting to set free. He moaned as he started stroking himself, the flames dancing in his dark eyes.

"Not here."

Huminga siya nang malalim at lumabas na ng mansyon ng negosyante. Bitbit ang bag na naglalaman ng mga mamahaling alahas at pera, the arsonist walked out of the burning mansion as if nothing happened.

In the dead of the night, he pulled the hood of his jacket over his head and smirked.

'I'd love to see those fucking police try to catch me.'

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