An interview with the devil

Chapter 2 - Where it all began

His voice is malicious of an unnatural tone, echoing inside my head, instructing me on who my next victim should be.

"Kill them, Luci. Kill your parents."

I decided to cleanse my soul from my religious background and began to worship myself. I am the body of the devil and his voice is my commander.

Opposite me sat an overweight man, his skin was clammy as beads of perspiration trickled down from his forehead. His glasses kept sliding down the bridge of his bulky nose and in the corner of his eye was a build up of mucus. His patchy facial hair spread across his lower cheeks, chin and above his sweaty top lip.

Disgusting excuse of a man.

Now, sitting next to him was a petite attractive woman, she intrigued me. I could sense her fear even though she hid it well. She was naturally beautiful, her eyes were innocent, she was afraid of me as she hid in her chair. She couldn't keep eye contact with me she kept looking above my head as if she could see him too, towering over me.

"Can you tell us, where it all began?" The brute of a man bellowed out.

His plump index finger pressed down on the red button of the audio tape recorder.

The first time I heard his alluring voice was when I was 16 years old. I was in school, surrounded by watchful sisters and nuns who kept their eyes on the children, like starving birds of prey. I felt an impulse rush through my entire body, adrenaline pulsed into my blood stream. I wanted to do something bad. So I did.

Sister Judith was a nightmare, she despised me and ultimately became my first victim, departing from life. He gave me the incentive, the push to do it, he handed me the courage. I contaminated her coffee with rat poison. Shortly after consuming the deadly concoction she died, alone in her room which she boarded at the school. Instead of opening up a murder investigation the nuns pursued the belief that the almighty God had punished sister Judith for her sins. She had "broken her promise to God!" as the convent found out she was having sexual relations with multiple men while she was living within a community of people who were devoting their life to religion.

I couldn't have planned it better.

The feeling after my first kill can never be taken away from me. I was in a state of pure euphoria,  convinced that nothing and no one could ever stop me. The pleasure of happiness and excitement made my everlasting hunger grow more and more, I never wanted this feeling to end. I knew what I had to do and what I needed to become.

"Kill them, Luci. Kill your parents."

The wailing sound of sirens filled the quiet street, it was particularly gloomy the night of my parents demise. They were both found hanging up on a large crucifix made with rotting wood, their hands attached to it by endless seams of barbed wire which was piercing the skin around their wrists. Dark blood was drizzling down their faces and upon closer inspection both of their eyes had been removed, leaving the skin on their faces mangled. I had taken the life from two unpleasant souls now owning them, adding them to my collection.

My father was plain and dowdy. He had thin straw like hair, tired eyes and a small heart that I came to believe never had the capacity to love. As I saw his flayed carcass from across the street I couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. I had no choice they had to die, they were getting in the way, preventing me from showing my true potential.

It was "his" detailed plan however the execution fell into my hands, I held no hesitation on what was to be done and what was best for us. I don't feel any remorse or show any compassion towards them, years of abuse and neglect does that. Turning an innocent, helpless child into an emotionally detached adult, it turns it into me.

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