Elias: There is no true way to describe the warm slick feeling of another person’s blood on your hands. Trickling down your fingers and wrist as you clasp their bleeding throat. You can still feel the pulse, oddly enough. It’s exhilarating and frightening at the same time, holding another person’s life in the balance. Exhilarating because all I need do is pull my hand away, and in seconds they will bleed to death. Frightening because I hold another’s life and trust so delicately. 

The scent is something to never forget. Metallic. It has a scent like metal in a way, also heat. Seems strange to be able to smell heat, warmth. I swear to you though, in that moment you could damn well near taste it as well.

Blessed is he who sees with closed eyes. Something that popped into my mind at that time. Looking to the person and seeing their eyes wide, but glazed a bit. Pleading with me to save their meaningless existence. Themselves to weak to move, so at my utter mercy. So odd, to have someone’s life in the balance.

The greatest act of mercy ever preformed. The greatest revenge ever exacted.

Both hang in the balance, as I hold the bleeding throat of a man who tormented children. Someone who watched them suffer. So now the choice is there, and he knows it,  he knows I will exact my revenge. This time, I will show no mercy.