An array of footsteps approached the older male. He stopped and his lips. Smirking he played with his knife, running his fingers on the sharp edges of the blade.

He couldn't wait to sink his beauty into the soft fleshy skin. He couldn't wait to hear the man scream and writhe in agony. He couldn't wait to see the lifeless corpse, limp and cold.

He couldn't wait to see the pain filles eyes to shed tears, turning rigid and glassy as his undeserving trash filled life leaves him.

His debts to the devil being paid with his life and is left to rot and burn in the deepest pits of hell. Now all that would be left behind is an empty shell so dirty that it is unfit to be dumped into the dumpsters. Nevertheless having a funeral.

Just like his parents.