Within the depths of evil we all exist. At the time I had buzzed my head, cutting the free hairs liberated me somehow. My deep faith had grown discerningly ill, I no longer prayed. For I saw across the ocean a deep evil. Something that I felt theoretically could not exist. A gate with no back, no cover, no room housed within its doors. Sitting upon still water in the empty open ocean. Let beget the rules of our world, I sat daydreaming that fear of what I had encountered. Kira was with me, her dainty smile a placid reminder of where I was. Warm coffee that went cold as time passed. My hair went by my ears as my glasses began to slide down my nose. Catching them I finally awoke into the space I was in.

  “Something on your mind?” Kira asked me.

  “Ah, just tired. You know the burning cases are getting more frequent, just more on my plate is all.” I wasn’t too keen on speaking about current affairs, but I oddly wanted to let it off my chest just this once. I tried to quell the others in my head, yes that was my fear, for all I was told. Inner peace, the triad, the condensation of our world with one I can not compute. O’ Lord above, if there is ever a ceiling, let it be known I need your guidance. This prayer was one I kept close, more so than any I had routinely forsaken.

  Awaken… He has awoken… Chase, you must chase… His kin has awoken… He has set off… Who… Who are you? Who are… Who am I?

  “It must be tough, so how about my place, relieve some stress. Get work off your mind.”

  Ring! Ring! My phone went off. “Darn! On my day off of all days, I’m sorry Kira. Here let me take it real quick.” She gave me the glummest face I had seen from her, but what could I have done? “Ah yes, hello, mhm, this is Zuhair… I’ll be right there. Sorry, Kira.”

  “XXX…”

  “Ah, don’t curse. Next week, I promise.”

  Kira spoke in her casual tone as always, she liked to be playful, but she could be quite grounded most of the time. “It’s fine, just what’s so urgent?”

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  “Oh, it’s that again.”

  “What?”

  “The burning bodies.”

  At the sight of the most recent incident. “Kuhair, you're late,” Lord Hauke said.

  “I’m sorry.” Lord Hauke wasn’t a callous man, very the blunt individual. “What has happened?”

  “It’s sick, it's not even charcoal this time. It’s just enough to kill them, but once done…well see for yourself.”

  The woman’s head was hanging by a rope of her own hair. It was hard to discern if she really was a she, the burns were too severe. Skeletal analysis could come to the conclusion that this dismembered rod of puss was indeed a woman once. A metal rod stuck out of his mouth, it was evident that that rod was once extremely hot, as evidently burns fused both flesh and metal together. I could make a novel of every detail that made it all too concerning, but that would take too long. I had my fill of the idea long ago…

  “You alright, Raido?” Lord Hauke asked, his generosity was unneeded, but I was more than grateful. If only I could rid the smirk claiming my face.

  “Y-yes…” I wanted to vomit, a sudden swell of unease and disgust plagued my stomach.

  In our office a cool package arrived by the hands of a tall boy with burgundy hair. I noticed his look more than any other, but I couldn’t blame him for the package, it was simply his job to deliver it. Within its compartments was the lower half of Kira…

  Jonathan screamed hysterically, I couldn’t vomit this time… Her eyes looked at me… Her limbs were rotting, spoils of purple and black. Later that week after the autopsy, I found that she was pregnant, it mattered not for she didn’t make it. Was he laughing at me? Murder went against our creed, vengeance, all things that were not held in the facets of a fair trial. We are not the jury, prosecutor, or executioner. One’s thoughts are the keys to the pillars. Actions are the other, and finally there are words. Clenching my fists tight enough for blood to seep into my nails, when asked if I was all right after it all, I replied yes, but within my mind I wanted to kill and die all the same. My pillar had awakened, like a hound from hell, black flames raptured my eyes.

  “Guide me, O’ Lord who lives above our ceiling…”