Marlow Chambers. I know who you are and I know what you've done. Tonight, we finally meet in person. Just you, me, and the seventeen children you butchered.

I can't wait to see the fear in your eyes when your demons come back to drag you to hell.

I sat outside the church, Catholics now pouring out into the street after the end of their late night service. I was on the hunt, waiting for him to show his face, waiting for the moment I would come out of the shadows and take him.

Marlow Chambers. Although he was not a high ranking member of the church, Marlow had become very trusted among his colleagues due to what they referred to as his strong connection to God. He used it to his advantage as he infiltrated the church, stealing away children of the poor families, murdering them in sick rituals of the olden times.

He was a sick puppy that needed very badly to be put down. Luckily, this was my type of extermination job.

Marlow exited the church, saying goodbye to families and eying the children, browsing for his next victim before finally walking towards his car at the back of the church.

Showtime.

I slipped on a chloroform soaked rubber glove and drove up behind Marlow. Upon hearing my engine he turned, examining me as I stepped out.

"Hello," he said in a slightly faded Swedish accent.

"Hello," I replied. "Would you mind helping me? I'm not really from around here and I think I'm lost."

"Certainly," he said with a smile. "Where is it you need to go?"

"Inglewood Park Cemetery," I said. "My uncle just died and I wasn't able to attend the funeral so I just... I want to say goodbye." My God I sounded pathetic. Although it seemed to work well enough, as Marlow nodded and laid a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"I'm deeply sorry for your loss," he said. "I'm afraid the cemetery is not open at this hour, but it is right down the street from here." He began pointing me in the direction of the cemetery as I slowly backed myself up, positioning myself behind him as I readied my gloved hand. "What you'll want to do is go straight along Florence for about a mile or two, and there should be an entrance on your left. If you don't mind me asking, what was your uncle's name? I'll do what I can to be sure he makes it into the Lord's care." My arm reached around the throat and I had Marlow in a headlock, placing my gloved hand over his nose and mouth before he could even think to let out a cry for help.

As I felt him beginning to fade I whispered in his ear, "You might want to think about praying for yourself Marlow. Not that it will do you any good. Your God can't help you now." Once he was unconscious, I dragged him over to my car, placing him in the trunk. It was starting to talk to me, telling me to end Marlow here and now. No. I couldn't. Not yet.

I had finished setting up the mausoleum. Pictures of Marlow's victims hanging from the walls, his kill tools which consisted of a hunting knife, a fiber wire, and a hatchet, all laying on a stone coffin next to the one I had Marlow strapped down to.

Marlow, who was still unconscious, dreaming perhaps of the children he had been watching with the eyes of a hawk and how he would kill them in every sick and disgusting way he could envision.

Marlow, who seemed so intent on sleeping that he was beginning to take all the fun out of this kill.

It was time for him to wake up.

I slapped him hard across his cheek, waking him instantly. He had a look of confusion on his face, until he looked around the mausoleum and took in his surroundings. His expression turned to one of absolute horror and I couldn't help imagining what the voices in his head were screaming.

Perhaps they were screaming in fear. What an entertaining thought.

I raised my camera and took a picture of Marlow's terrified face. That was one for the trophy case. I laid my camera aside and was about to begin, until the cross hanging around Marlow's neck caught my eye. It wasn't the typical cross, no this one was of Celtic origin.

It was beautiful. I had to have it.

Removing the cross from Marlow's neck, I laid it with my camera and turned back to the worm on the coffin in front of me.

"Hello Marlow," I said.

"Where did you get those pictures?" he asked, not seeming to notice the fact that I had just taken his cross, or that I had a knife in my hands. "Where did you get those pictures?!"

"That's not important," I replied. "What is important, is what these pictures show. You know what I see? I see children who were never even given a chance in this world, children who were ripped away from their families and friends, children who died afraid and confused, and all because you were selfish. You wanted so badly to get into heaven that you sacrificed these children to your God, because you heard that people did so centuries ago. But children? Nobody has ever sacrificed children to God. Only animals. That's all you saw them as, isn't it? Not children, but animals." It began to get restless.

Do it.

Marlow said nothing for a minute, his expression remained blank. Then finally, "I'm not afraid of you."

"No? and why is that may I ask?"

"Only God can judge me."

"And what do you think is going to be His judgement Marlow? You've murdered innocent children in His name. That's not the Catholic way. That's the way of a Satanist."

"No! I serve God!"

"You serve yourself!"

Do it!

"I serve God!"

"And yet, you have done the work of Lucifer!"

"No! I've followed the Lord's righteous path! He will greet me at heaven's gates!"

"He will greet you so that He can damn you to hell Himself!"

"I am a servant of God!" Marlow screamed. I wouldn't listen anymore and I placed a strand of duct tape over his mouth.

"You are a Satanist! And you will burn with your master!" I screamed, as I began to see blood dripping from every corner of the mausoleum, turning everything a dark crimson. I raised my knife above Marlow's heart, the tape muffling his screams.

DO IT!

"Goodbye Marlow," I said, as I plunged my knife into his black heart, putting an end to his muffled screams.

I let out a series of long breaths before opening my eyes, the only blood in the room now pouring out from Marlow's chest. A wave of satisfaction rushed over me and a smile crossed my face. For now, It was content.

And now, I had a few hours of absolute bliss to come down from my blood lust and clean everything up.