The small figure gawked at his latest unfortunate cadaver, as his moist tongue scraped across those beautiful yet terrifying scarlet-red lips of his, his eyes flaring with excitement and lust, the victim's organs and blood either used as some sick decoration or used to make another message for the dolts known as the "Police".
But it was mainly a taunting call for his "beloved", the boy's dilapidated mind gave him the name, because of his love and his need for the one male out of this pathetic human race, HE was the only one he cared for.
He then quickly made his departure into the shadows of the dark city night, the wind wrapping him in a blanket of bitter cold.
The next morning would be a rather gruesome one for the Police of London, as the bravest lads being dispatched to deal with this monstrosity of a corpse, guts and organs everywhere.
Not a single inch of this cold, damp, dark old shack hadn't been painted with the poor human's blood.
Even worse, as if some cruel joke, the killer had hung the male's intestines like tinsel from a ceiling.
"Dear god, what kind of bloody bastard is we dealing with here?"
One of the inspectors cried, even if he was not the brightest chap.
"Hmm. I'd say by the amount of dedication he or she has put in, perhaps we are dealing a Sadist?"
The tall pale-skinned male spoke, as he strolled towards the body.
This was the most experienced officer on the entire force, Sebastian Michaelis.
He brushed his long, charcoal streaks of hair to the side, as he spied a message carefully painted in the cadaver's blood upon the wall.
"Sebastian, Sebastian! Do you like my decorations~? Oh, I couldn't stay, that'd be too easy!"
The message that was written didn't seem to shock Sebastian; more bring a sly smirk to his face, as if he was being made fun of.
"Well well, it seems that someone would like my attention…"
He chuckled softly to himself, as he glanced at the fellow squad, who were taken aghast by his expression. Multiple officers almost shouting at him all at once.
"SEBASTIAN! YOU'RE NEXT!"
"Sebastian, what're you going to do?" Blasted the squadron of shocked officers.
Sebastian simply smirked, as he then quieted them down with a simple wave of his hand.
"Gentlemen, do you honestly think I shall be next? Oh, no, it seems the killer has some sort of game he would like to play, and I am never one to turn down a chance for victory."
He then gleamed with happiness, as if the man had gone insane, or, at least that's what the officers believed.
Sebastian had received a message from one of London's most notorious killing machines, and all he did was chuckle.
As the mourners collected the rotting flesh of the body, maggots already nibbling at the blood-drenched skin and bones, the collection of officers, including Sebastian, began to make their Journey back into the heart of London.
While they waited arrival back at the large Station, Sebastian began to ponder to himself, wondering why the killer had taken in interest in him.
Perhaps his fellow colleagues were right, he was next… But, something about that just seemed to disagree with Sebastian, as he then smiled, realising what this killer, this sadistic manipulator wanted, and that was HIM.