The Killer

He felt no pity after killing the victim that night. He sighed briefly before turning away. He grinned foolishly and dashed for the car. As he pulled over, he gazed at the home for a time, as if nothing had happened.

He'll have to go through the orphanage tomorrow. Not to see the children, but to see the beauty that Sister Blessy possessed. He couldn't tell how it made him feel for the woman who serves God, assuming there is one. Because there is no God for him. That is a big lie that has been implanted in every human brain. He does, however, respect the beliefs of those around him.

When he observed the woman's beauty that morning, he smiled. It enjoyed playing with the children in the large yard and had a golden heart, as evidenced by her smile.

He fists were clenched. He isn't aware of it. He took a deep breath and returned his gaze to the woman he remembered as Blessy. He felt bad about it and knew it would become an impediment on his path one day.

So he decided to forget the weird emotion that had engulfed his heart that day. There is only one reason he is here in the world, and that is to kill for money.

Don Rokassowskij was introduced to him. The Billionaire Finnish. He wants him to guard his granddaughter Jaakkina Rokassowskij and gladly received it. He was fast to keep an eye on the girl. He is not bothered by it, thus he is still free to complete other tasks.

Months and years whizzed by. He let Jaakkina flee from him. He was one of the reasons that contributed it to flee the mansion. He let her go as far as she was capable of going. He let it run and handed over control to Don Rokassowskij.

Pity was not his style, yet he felt sympathy for the girl in his heart at the time. It was only a tiny child, and she was quite pale. Her body is slim, and her gestures are gentle. One of the reasons he allowed it to bloom was that it was still young. And if it's good to hide... good luck with the girl. But if he doesn't, all he can do is shoot it with the tip of his gun.

Zerus had also lost sight of the nun who had pestering his brain for several weeks. He wouldn't have forgotten if Ramona hadn't continually returned to him and threatened to kill whoever was the woman he was genuinely interested in.

If he is a demon, his sister is a demon's worst nightmare. It even kills a youngster, one of their squabbling siblings. She's a devil clothed in sheep. Its soul is too clogged, and there is no conscience left in the body.

He agreed to another deal. It will be spying on the Doctor, Hudson Herrence Hayes. He once ran into the young Doctor at a function. It's a little slick. He was able to say this since he once blew up the yacht he was on and survived.

He had no idea why his customer wanted to destroy it. He didn't have time to inquire about the situation. He places a high value on money.

When his private bodyguards, Abhaya and Jaakinna, appeared, he became even more delighted to play massacre with the young Doctor. He was relieved to learn that Don's Rokasowskijj granddaughter, who is totally different and willing to face the devil, had returned. So he told it to bloom like a rose and prepare for the greeting at the tip of his rifle. The woman did not disappoint him; instead, she reverted to a more difficult demeanor.

For example, while they were on a vacation and his coworker, Theon Willoughby, celebrated his birthday. He fired a warning shot at Dr. Hayes and had a lot of fun playing with its emotions. So he resolved that night to take its murder into his own hands. What the Doctor is seeking for is its very bodyguard Abhaya, who knows how to play with its heart and steal the truth.

That's right, he's the genius behind the deceptive information he's providing here. It's amusing to believe Hudson is brilliant at Cyber, but he outperformed it by playing its heart out with Abhaya. In any case, the heart has really no worth. As a result, it stands to reason that the heart is the best target of all.

He's providing false information to the woman he was looking for in Russia. His men follow the young Doctor to the airport. The finest thing that happened after Jaakkina murdered her comrades was that she followed Abhaya Sahada and Theon Willoughby to Mississippi. According to the order, he kidnapped the woman and carried her to New Orleans.

He grinned slightly as he remembered it. There was bloodshed, yet he did not kill his victim. When Fortocarrero questioned his strategy, he was shot in the shoulder. Reason for him to flee first, putting the Doctor's death aside.

So Zerus hid in the Philippines, but because the brain was involved in the conflict between them and Hayes, it tracked him out and they had an intense encounter. They faced off with their rifles drawn to see who would be the first to be scooped up by Satan.

But, because the devil clearly had no intention of charging his pawned soul, he got the part of his body exactly perfect. If he hadn't leapt the waterfall, his body would have been buried and infected with worms.

So he's currently in a cave, moaning in pain and his body was virtually numb.

Oh, fuck! Hayes, I'll kill you. Satan just sided with you, but the next time he will betray you.

"Son, don't move too much."

He could see the old man who had assisted him earlier through the enormous block of rock he was leaning against. He was old and had white hair, but he's still active ad healthy. He wore a knife around his waist and carried a bag with supplies he had asked.

"Y-you, Manong," he struggled to say. He received a shot to the side of his abdomen and right thigh, making it difficult for him to walk. The wound on his shoulder that Fortocarrero had given him was also bleeding.

"Son, Sister is with me. She knows how to treat since many people came to church to avoid being transferred to the hospital, which is identical to your scenario. Sister will assist you."

He nodded in response to what the old man stated. He didn't give a damn what this Sister or any other woman said. The bullets buried in his body portion will be removed by him.

The old man approached him and assisted him in sitting properly. When he found him on the grass and dying, it advised that he take him to the hospital, but he swiftly declined. By chance, his death would be hastened. And he thanked the old man for not insisting on it. Perhaps it understands his predicament. So the old man took him beside a cave and ran away to seek assistance. He could no longer refuse because it had already left, but he could order her to bring him a large towel and alcohol.

"Did you bring what I asked you to bring, old man?"

It quickly nodded and showed him what he had requested: cotton, clean towels, a small bowl, alcohol, and water. He freely grabbed for the towel, from the lamp that only supplied light inside that cave.

"I'll be the one to treat you, Mr."

"I-I don't need your help, Sister," he said, "I-I'll take care of it," he said, not looking at the woman's face. He, on the other hand, desired to be alone.

"However, Son-"

"Go ahead. I'll take care of it. I can handle myself," he cut off whatever Manong Ben was saying.

"However, Mister, your wound may become infected if you-"

"I told you to get out! Out! "

They got to their feet quickly and turned away. He hunched over and gulped for air. He mentally counted to ten before firing the bullet that had struck his thigh.

"Argh! This is ridiculous! Thiss are fuck!" He bit the towel hard on the mouth as he began to open the bullet wound with his knife. He was almost saturated in sweat, and a vein was protruding from his face.

As he began to extract the bullet, Zerus held his breath. The container next to him was full except for water and alcohol.

Damn!

As he removes the bullet lodged in his thigh, he closes his eyes firmly. He almost choked on the anguish, but he persevered. He then proceeded to pour a large amount of alcohol over the wound. Mother fucking fucker! He couldn't help but curse in his head.

To stop the bleeding, he tore the t-shirt he was wearing and knotted it around his wounded leg. In fact, it's possible that Satan forgets about their agreement and appears out of nowhere to pick him up.

He leaned on the cold rock for a time as he took the towel from his mouth. He's having trouble catching his breath. Another bullet was extracted from the side of his abdomen.

He closed his eyes for a moment and was swept away by the strong wind many times. His body was deteriorating, but he was fighting back. He will not die in this manner. He will return to claim his life.

One of his hands is on the side of his abdomen, preventing blood from re-flowing.

"Dear Mr..."

He couldn't open his eyes to stare at the Nun's face in front of him. He is tired and needs to rest to replenish his strength. It wasn't simply the waterfall he'd climbed previously. He didn't lose consciousness, which was a good thing, but Satan gradually stole his power in exchange for it.

"We need to bring you to the hospital, Mr.." You'll bleed and-

"G-go away..." he muttered.

But as it got closer to him, she noticed his side bleeding. Zerus had no choice but to open his eyes. Their gazes locked on the nun in front of him, who had a worried expression on her face.

"Y-you?"

"Do you know who I am?" She asked, surprised.

He did not respond. When the pain in his wound subsided, he chose to keep silent. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a second. Oh, damn! He needed to remove the bullet from his side. He grabbed for the knife he'd placed in the little container, whose only liquid was nearly blood-colored.

"What are you planning to do?"

He examined his wound. He could see a lot of blood on his hand thanks to the light from the lamp. He shoved the point of the knife into his side wound for the second time.

"Mister, what you're doing is risky. I'll help you!" she whispered as she reached for the knife he was holding.

He simply looked at it and urged it not to get in the way of what he was about to do. It is allowed to watch him, but it is not allowed to aid him. When he said he could, he meant it.

"You're going to bleed for what you're doing!"

"W-will you kindly stop talking?"

She remained mute, unsure what to do while he chased his breath. He underwent a painful operation on himself, but it was worse. He was used to being injured, and his personality was numb.

He handed the knife to the woman after severing the side so that his finger could enter and retrieve the bullet. The nun next to him did a sign of the cross, and it was she who wiped the sweat off his forehead. He does not scream in pain. Zerus was almost out of breath as he bit the towel. He is weak, but he will soon be able to extract the bullet.

"Oh, my God!"

He closes her eyes. He could hear the woman speaking to her God over and over again. There is no God who can save his soul today, just he.

When he extracted the bullet, he screamed in pain. His hand trembled as he placed the bullet in the container. His hand was covered in blood, and his hand wavered for the second time as he reached for the alcohol. He screamed as he poured all of the alcohol on his wound. He endured the pain until he tied it up to stop the flow of blood.

He drew a deep breath and felt relieved after wrapping her waist. He gently leaned against the enormous chunk of rock and was sucked by the darkness till he was unaware that he had lost consciousness. The last thing Zerus heard was the woman's shrill wail, which he had forgotten about for two years.

WHEN Zerus opened his eyes, he beheld a white environment. He was taken aback to learn that he was in the hospital. He immediately sprang up and grabbed and pulled out the syringe that was hooked to his hand. When his sight met the outside of the window, he grimaced.

"I'm glad to see you awake."

He instantly pointed his finger at the individual who had come unexpectedly. There he discovered he didn't have a gun in his hand. He was used to always holding his one and only friend. He lowered his hand and turned to face the visitor. He calmed down for a moment and stared at it for a long time. He reads to see if the intentions are good and there is nothing bad to do. He does not flatter the contours of a person's face or clothes. Because he, too, is a reader.

"Where am I?"

"You're in the church. Don't move too much, and-" It was a surprise to discover that there was no syringe attached to his hand. "I'll just call Sister Blessy, Son," she shook her head as she turned to face him. "I'm going to leave you for a bit."

He did not nod. He shifted his sight to the window. He guesses if he's in church or in jail. When he noticed women strolling outdoors with white veils on their heads, he let out a heavy sigh.

"Mister! You supposedly not to remove the-"

Zerus eyes widened as he noticed the approaching visitor. He never forgot the name of the nun he saw again.

Blessy...

When their gazes met, the room became silent. He first recovered from his surprise. She instantly approached him and help him from putting back the IV fluid, but he withdrew the girl's hand. He is not disabled and cannot remain in this hard bed.

"Your wound is still fresh, and you require a long rest. It will hurt to move, and your side wound may become infected."

"I need to get out of here."

"But-"

"Are you deaf? I stated that I needed to go. The more I stay here, the closer I come to death. I am not a fool to stay in this church!"

It didn't budge. When he looked down and she didn't say anything else, he felt sorry about his attitude. He was carried away by anger.

"I'm... I'm sorry." Fuck! I said, What?

She smiled as she looked up. And now he expresses his crazy affections for the girl.

"It's all right. In the few months I've been at this church, I've learned to adapt to it, and it's typical for someone like you to come here. So, please, Mister, 'don't be stubborn. Allow your body to rest."

He had no idea what was in her voice, but he agreed with her. He nodded slowly and returned to lying down. He no longer protested on leaving the area and let her to put the syringe he despised the most in his life into him once more.