The dark cavern with its caving walls gave way to the horror that rested in one man's mind. Its smell dank, over powering as one continued down the path into darkness. Lanterns lit a glow of unearthly figures that danced upon the wall. Shadows that danced like the demons that played inside his head ever since that day. That dreadful day that would loom over his soul for eternity. Why had he killed?

"I am not insane. I am not mad. Do you perceive me as such?"

"Of course not, sir. I have only but met you."

The voices belonging of two men echoed through the chambers. Dark eyes with a spark of vivid emotions peered out of the darkness. The rest of him was envenopled in shadow. "What has brought you here? To speak with a person such as I? Have you not heard of my awful deeds?"

"I have."

"Yet you do not see my insanity?"

"I would not judge such a man with clear intelligence as insane. I will not judge a man that I would so readily relate to."

"What is it that you mean?"

"You have not heard of me? Or the deeds that have wronged my soul, but upheld my pride?"

"No, I am afraid I have not."

"What a pity. What a shame," the light caught on his lips that barely stirred as he spoke low," I am Montressor."

"Ah! You! You are the one that killed out of vengeance!"

"And so rightly so."

"Rightly so? What is right about murdering another?" the man's voice dropped from the frantic speed of which it was before. It's heightened pitch relaxed as the fear of threat drained from his structure.

"I oppose your question with another. What makes it right to kill a man out of obsession?"

"His eye!"

"An eye of a demon?"

"Of a demon!"

"One physical trait makes it acceptable to kill?"

The man across the table was silent. Moments later he spoke out again, "You are not pure nor free! You have killed just as I."

"I had reason to kill."

"Such as what? What motive?"

"Obvious motive. Nemo me impune lacessit. No one assails me without impunity. What motives have you?"

Silence again in the darkened room.

"You have none, do you, sir?" Montessor spoke.

"You would not know the horrors brought upon me by his eye! So harsh, so chilling. Its watch over me was dreadful! The wretched beating of his heart!"

Montessor looked upon the shaken figure that sat across the table. Beads of sweat dripped own the long forehead. No words flew between the two. No remarks continued with the quick thrusts that could be compared to that of a sword fight. Montressor rose from his hair, turning back only to look upon the man once more.

"You, dear sir, must know why revenge is not murder."