I saw him sitting there, the same smug smile on his face. He had been smiling since I caught him. He was a murderer; he had killed six Favored girls, and seemed to have done so with a deranged sense of pleasure.
I, too, was Favored, and that fact had turned this into something personal.
The human justice system had deemed that his punishment would be death by electrocution.
It was one of the few times I had willingly abided by human laws, but the fact was that he sat there smiling like he was still seeing the fun in this.
The executioner walked up to him as he prepared him for the deadly volts; it was a slow process, designed to scare the prisoner one final time.
Sadly that effect was lost on this man.
A human priest with a bible in his hands approached him.
“Do you feel like repenting of your sins, my son?” he asked.
The man shook his head.
“Nay, father, for there are no sins to repent.”
The priest looked nervous as he faced the executioner; he hadn’t been ready for that answer. “May God then have mercy over your soul,” he continued in a shaky voice.
The man looked back at the priest and gave him a smile that would have chilled even the most fiery of demons to the core.
“Mercy is for the weak; the merciful will ask for the sword.” The priest shook his head and the executioner walked to the wall with the handle that would send the deadly current through the prisoner.
“Any last words?” he asked the man.
“It is so sad,” was the reply, to which the executioner replied, “Not for you, it isn’t.
”He slowly started to move the handle upwards.
“Oh no, not for me. It’s so sad for Miss Tara Duluc; she won’t be able to keep my seventh victim alive.”
The world seemed to slow down to a crawling speed as he spoke those words.
The Police Chief, Berringer, jumped up and shouted for the executioner to stop, but it was too late: his hand had already pressed the handle all the way up and, with a laugh that could only be described as evil to the core, the man had thousands of volts shot into him until he was dead.
Petra looked at me questioningly.
I fell down in my seat as I watched the smoke rising from the man’s head and realized this was it.
His masterpiece.