Your love will kill me
Find the holy one, kill her?
After writing that, Vincent Smith regretted it. He takes a drag of his cigarette sighs and then coughs a bit. He's been meaning to kick the habit, but with things going like it is, he's surprised he isn't buying cartons in bulk.
He turns the picture over and looks at the beautiful girl in the picture. His hands touch what is the girl's cheek. He feels so mentally frustrated and conflicted.
She's a threat to everything. Must she die? Oh, Heather...why must you be so beautiful?
"Or is it Cheryl?" He chuckles a bit. "Alessa, Cheryl and then Heather...I must say, I prefer Heather."
He takes another drag. His straight eye looks over at her hair "And blonde hair...what a turn on."
He then thinks of Claudia Wolf.
"Then again, maybe not..."
He puts out his cigarette and thumbs his fingernails. "Can there be a way? What...what if I were to rescue Heather and get her to kill Claudia? Perhaps that will prevent God to be born and I can be near her not just to keep God from being born, but to be near her."
He grins like a Cheshire cat. Yes! I can be her knight in shining armor.
He takes a moment to look around the overworld Hilltop Center. She must be afraid. Mm, I can imagine her quivering body, shuddering with fright. My arms can protect you, Heather. My lips can provide prayers and comfort.
He hears footsteps outside
Vincent feels his heart beating faster. "Showtime."