Chapter 5

"Forgive me lord." The deep voice pleaded miserably in front of the alter. The church was completely empty except for the immense man with the scythe. The man made the cross over his chest and then leaned into his hands to pray. After a short prayer he lifted his head up. "No preacher will talk to me because of my form."

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Stepping up to the church Wolfwood noticed the strange amount of birds covering the roof of it. The birds noticed him as well.

"Who is there?" He didn't move from the alter, in fact he didn't move at all except for his lips. His voice sounded miserable.

"Just a man of God. You sound troubled." Wolfwood laid his cross against the wall near the door. Walking up to the man he noticed the scythe. He decided not to get to close.

"You will listen to my prayers?" The man turned to reveal his horrible scar covered eyes.

"Well..." Wolfwood stared in amazement. "Of course I will!" He said optimistically and sat down on a pew. "Lets hear it."

"I kill. I kill but I know I must do it. I am damned to go to hell but.."

"Now now, don't be to hard on yourself. Why do you kill?"

"Demons..."

"Demons?"

"My story is... quite long. Do you have time?"

"Yes of course."

"There is a demon, his name is Malkus. He is the demon of disorder. He caused much chaos and destruction on this earth behind the eyes of other people. I saw this in him, I saw it in everyone, so I searched for some way to stop this." The man took a deep breath. "I summoned him out of the bodies of man and fought him."

Wolfwood nodded slowly, thinking to himself 'this guy must be nuts.'

"I did not kill him, but I almost did. This is where my mistake came to be known. The demon was alone but had two bodies. At the time, they were joined, but when I almost slain him he shoved all the death I caused into one body and the last of his strength into another. He hid his dieing body."

The man took in another deep breath, tears started to flow down his cheeks. "I've been searching for where this body is hidden."

"And you've been killing people to find the answer?"

"Well, what happened preacher was that I found his form that still had strength. In this form he was mortal. Malkus took a young girl and placed his demonic touch onto her spreading evil into her skin. Her body was a map to remember where he hid his second body." The main raised his hands to look at the top of them. He brought them very close to his face and turned them over to look at his palms. "She does not know that this happened to her. Along with the evil he pressed into her body he also pressed lies into her head. She does not understand." His voice got very miserable all the sudden. "I have been tricked by Malkus preacher, she is not here."

"Why did Malkus make this.. map...?"

"In his mortal form he has all the flaws the mortals do. He figured he'd lose touch of the memory. No one would suspect this poor girls body was a map. The map was made in mortal wound and sealed with his evil. If for some reason her body was destroyed he could summon the evil that laid into it and view the mortal scar he made."

"How do you know?"

"I saw him do it."

"But your eyes..."

"He did it." The man hissed. "Malkus knew I saw and thought I could not read the map if I could not see. I can read with my hands though." The man went back to staring at his hands.

"I see... I mean... I didn't mean to mock you." Wolfwood scratched the back of his neck and stared with pity at the man. "What's your name?"

"Alejandro Silva." Silva said, emotion seemed totally desert in his statement.

"So where does the killing come into play?"

"People do not understand what I do, they interfere, and I must kill because the death of Malkus is more important the the lives of people." He ended this sentence very shakily, obviously starting to cry softly. "I will go to hell but it will bring so much good to this world."

"Alex are you sure you're not mistaken?"

"I may just be insane. I cannot take the chance that what I know is real."

"Alex what does your family say to this?"

With this Silva leaned back and laughed deeply. "My family!" He spit with delight. "My family you ask?" He laughed again, then shook his head. "My family... no no you couldn't of known. My family is all in hell my dear preacher."

"In hell?"

"They...." He paused thoughtfully. "Well... hopefully my mother and sister are in heaven. I suspect they are."

"How did she die?"

"He killed her." Silva hissed, shaking a bit with anger at the thought.

"Who killed her? Malkus?" Wolfwood leaned in on one of the pew's in front of him and stared intently at Silva. His face was extremely serious.

"No! My father did." He wailed into the church. His very voice would make you shake. His wail was a painful dreadful thing to hear. "My father, the devil himself." He spit the words out in disgust. It was obvious he didn't think his father was the devil but was just comparing his evil.

"Your father?"

"Yes, my father." Silva snapped and turned staring Wolfwood down with anger. "He raped my sister, and raped my mother, then killed them both! The angels! They were so good to me." His face drooped as he said this, tears falling out of his eyes just as the sadness fell into his soul. "So I killed him!" He screeched "I don't care if I'm going to hell it had to be done!"

Wolfwood only nodded. He didn't know what to say, it was all so overwhelming. The sure misery this man radiated was almost enough in itself to make you speechless.

"I have, taken care of my own ... genitals..." The word dripped with disgust as it slithered out of his mouth. "I do not have the parts to repeat this horrid process that is rape of the physical being."

Wolfwood's jaw dropped at that. This man must be crazy.

"What do you think?" He said amused.

Wolfwood took in a deep breath himself. He closed his eyes and contemplated. "I think you are a tortured soul."

"I think so too!" Silva shouted crazily. He almost sounded happy that Wolfwood identified this in him. "Tortured tortured tortured!" Hands waved crazily shouting the word with delight.

"And I also think... you are mislead."

At this Silva got quiet. His face instantly turned serious and then faced the alter again. "Okay."

"You most not kill. This man, sounds horrible, but I do not believe you need to kill him."

"He may be mortal but he is no man." He spit anger with this words. "He is a demon."

"And what have you become?"

Silva didn't answer this. There was silence for a good two minutes. Wolfwood stared at Silva hoping he didn't upset him to much. Silva turned his horrifying face to Wolfwood and sent him a half toothless smile. The teeth that were there sported many colors. "A tortured soul yes?" Ending the sentence with a large cackle. The birds outside were making lots of noise all the sudden.

Wolfwood didn't say anything, just stared at Silva as Silva stood up. "I must leave, thank you for your counsel."

"Why don't you stay and talk more." Wolfwood said, feeling himself tense up.

"I must go. This church must be sickened enough by my soul." He let out another cackle. Leaning over quite a bit to get out of the door Silva left without another word.

IS HE EVIL? Or do you pity him? What do you think!