AN/N: Ok, now the story is over.
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The Criminologist sat in his study with his head in his hands. The smoldering cigar that was usually his constant companion sat unattended in an ashtray.
"What has happened to this planet?" he whispered.
Indeed. What has happened to a planet that punished love and rewarded slavery? What has happened to a planet that worshiped at the altar of avarice and lust?
The Criminologist could ponder these questions, and wonder where it all went wrong. But when he listened to his tired, aching body and gazed upon the facts that were assembled in his mind, he knew at once that it was all his fault. He had led this planet into sin and ruin. He had sculpted a world where a man could bind a woman to his bed with chains made of fear.
He had known that he would make mistakes, even grave ones, when he took control of Transylvania. But he could have never foreseen this horrible world, and his own horrible actions. How many people had he unjustly sentenced to death? How many times had he watched his victims burn alive in laser-hot fires, wanting to vomit in remorse each time? Had he really become so cold that it took thousands of executions before he realized that he was a monster?
Well, he was thankful that he had come to his senses before sentencing Magenta and Riff Raff McKinley to horrible deaths. At least now they could be together, and one day they could live normal lives again.
Yes, he had saved the McKinleys, but it was too late for the others. And so he knew what he had to do. He would repay them, those martyrs of his own creation, and then he could be at peace.