Flippy waked across the baron streets, just having slaughtered everyone he knew
Covered in the blood of those he loved, and of those he loathed
He had a taste for the absolute extreme, the highest of pleasures
The pleasure to kill
Decimation, Evisceration, Guts strewn across the streets he once lived in
Was it rage, anger? No
It was the simple pleasure of spilling blood
The Forbidden Sin
The Sin of Satan
The reign of power
The rain of blood
Lacerations covered his family
Stab wounds secured his friends
Blood covered him
He walked in on his wife, Flaky kissing another man. This cause him to be enraged and whenever enraged he would usually have a "flip out" his little excuse of murder. He grabbed the man was kissing, who was Sniffles and threw him towards a wall and proceeded to beat him. Flippy grabbed a nearby lamp and smashed Sniffles overhead, smashing his brains out. By the time he was done Sniffles face was nothing but a red mess. He turned to his wife Flaky and smashed her overhead, knocking her out.
She woke up later in a graveyard and Flippy was right in front of her, with a machete. He stabbed her in the stomach, ripped it out and swung it across her face slicing her eyes. He then stabbed her again and sliced her left arm off, then her right, then he decapitated her.
He then fucked her corpse, rotten stench filled the air
Order of love broken
The corpse of a traitor laid before him
His deed was done, but his thirst wasn't
More blood, more to kill, more terror
Terror of the Lord, Terror of Light