Stein POV

One month has gone by since Senpai had left me for that woman. My madness continues to grow with every passing hour; I sit in my overnight room alone staring through the window at the moon laughing in the sky. I am puzzled by what it stands for, madness, bloodshed, the darkness that shrouds over us that will never go away no matter how far we try to run. I remember the day my madness had first started, the day my parents were slaughtered. I felt no true emotion to them for they never understood who I was and what I wanted to do. They saw my love to dissect a disorder, a plague that had taken over their child. Yes I had felt the madness pull at my very soul from even my kindergarten years, but even then there was a controlling force that held myself back from having the real fun. The authority of my parents did nothing to help control my madness, if anything as I look back on it now it only made my madness grow worse. So to put it bluntly I had taken out that authority.

I still remember the way they looked, so terrified, and shrouded in fear as I stood over their bloodied bodies. My father's expression was priceless, seeing him cower in fear at the very thing that he had created with the one he claimed to love. The entrails of his lover's body scattered across the kitchen floor, the sack of flesh having five knives shoved into her body. I walked over to my father's trembling body and simply stab him in the head, a quick painless death unlike what I had done to my mother.

I sit back against the cool stone wall of my bedroom and continue to stare at the moon, getting up from my bed I head out of my cellar like room to walk around the academy more. Passing empty classrooms which I will soon not be attending, for I am graduating earlier than most of my classmates. I was top of the class and they said I was to graduate early for knowing all too much about the lessons and scaring 100s on every test they had given. Though in retrospect the tests they had given where all too easy to pass, you would have to be a complete idiot to have failed the courses. If I was the teacher I would challenge my students more than giving them questions which are first grade work.

I stop my walking when I got to the mission board. Looking at each mission carefully, all of them every one of them is so simple. I wonder how people even struggle to do the missions; over half of them are committing a murder of some kind. Murder, yes killing another human being but is it another human if their soul had become corrupted? Isn't it all just the same? They have the same organs in innards as we do, why murder them when they could cleanse their soul? The whole DWMA murdering those who are claimed to be unholy and corrupted slaughtered by children; what a way to make a living. A legal assassin, that's what I am. I have killed many people; I have cut them open and bathed in the blood of our claimed to be enemy. Oh how I loved doing this, killing and cutting open people the urge to do this was high in me. Lord Death though never seemed to worry though since he had never called me into his death room, except the time when Spirit came to announce he was leaving me for someone else. Chuckling to myself I know they won't be together for too long, Spirit never had done well with women. He was about as good as getting a girl as Marie was getting a man. Marie… she was another one of those people I considered close, but not a friend; who needed friends when in the end they leave you in the end. Clenching my fist as I became restless thinking of that topic, friends something people tried to explain to me that I needed but they were wrong. Of course I though just agree with them to toy with them, and then later conduct an experiment on those who are stupid enough to come close enough. But now that my greatest experiment had ended because of that woman I had to find something other to look for. Yes that's right, what am I to do after I graduate? I had my eyes set on a nice spot on the edge of death city in the graveyard where I could cut open the rats and any other animal that bothers to come near me, yes that sounds like a good plan. Along with that no living person will bother me there and if they do I can just dissect them and bury them so no one will know what happened.

I start to walk back to my room as I feel the need for sleep take over me. Crawling into my bed and pulling the covers over me I fall into my daily nightmares I have learned to welcome every time I close my eyes, these nightmares always seem to have the same image in them. Three eyes glowing red what in Death's name could that mean…?