ã€ŠThe Fangs of the Nocturnal Stalkerã€‹


 Punish Me, My Dark Lord!

    ¡°Ahhh!¡±

    I let out a bloodcurdling scream in this godforsaken place as the executioner set the electric chair to perhaps the greatest level of energy, 100,000 volts. This was, of course, Hell. On Earth, a human can only realistically withstand up to 2,000 volts. I specifically requested this form of punishment because I wanted to experience as much excruciating pain as possible. I loved experiencing agonizing pain.

    The acrid smell of burning invaded my nostrils. It reminded me of toasted flesh and sparking ozone. The sizzling sound of electricity enveloped the room, creating a haunting symphony of energy. A taste of fear in the air existed. It was a persistent reminder of the horrors I couldn''t possibly escape.

    My veins were on fire, and every nerve in my body ignited. There was a heavy stench of burning flesh. The air was filled with otherworldly, eerie energy. The souls of the damned shrieking in agony echoed in this realm.

    My hands were shaking. My jaw was clenching. My entire body was trembling.

    I was once a terrible, evil, revolting human being who had set foot on the planet. I assaulted, terminated, and tortured many people, especially innocent children and women, which is why the judge sentenced me to death via the gas chamber. Boo! That was incredibly boring.

    I had made my victims suffer the most horrible and agonizing deaths, and this was the only punishment I could receive? It was unbelievable! At least I would be punished before leaving this world. In fact, I was looking forward to the gas chamber. Instead, I died of cancer. My soul left my body while I was in a hospital prison. What a fucking boring death I had. What a joke! My life was far more interesting than that.

    As of this moment, in Hell, my fists were clenching and my breathing was heavy. I was feeling restless.

    When I was still on Earth, I couldn''t help but notice the lifeless body of the skinny, dark-haired middle-aged man when my spirit was hanging over the hospital bed. That person had committed horrific acts, had a miserable and tortured life, and was on his way to Hell.

    Hell. My heart was ecstatically leaping when I realized what it was! I was about to meet the Dark Lord, whom I had served my entire life. My true creator, my true god, is the Devil. Satan himself! One of the reasons I killed people was because of him. I wanted to serve him, to sacrifice these people for him, to give him fresh human blood. This was my nightly sacrifice to him. I prayed to him and performed rituals and spells in his honor. I had a lot of fun worshiping the Dark Lord. But I must admit that another reason I killed them was simple. I loved to kill. I still do.

    However, when I killed a demon¡ªsomeone who was once human but did terrible things that caused him or her to become a demon¡ªthat demon always returned to life. Well, at least here in Hell.

    Before I descended to Hell, I met Death while walking around the hospital. Death was not what I had anticipated.

    I expected to see a towering, black figure brandishing a scythe. She, of course, carried one. Yes, you heard correctly! Death was a she. And she was a beautiful woman with pale skin, a tall and slim figure, and a river of long, dark, and wavy hair sweeping the hospital floor.

    She was wielding a large scythe. This is my observation through my dark and keen eyes. I wanted to ravish her because she had this ethereal, sensual beauty. I desperately wanted to take off that ridiculous black gown she was wearing. I wanted to kiss her, suck and bite her flesh, then penetrate her forcefully.

    But Death was quick to put a stop to my sexual advances. I was hurled onto the floor, to the farthest part of the hall, by her exquisitely slim arm.

    "Not so fast, you creep!" She yelled at me; her face contorted in revulsion.

    Of course, I didn''t know her at the time, so I asked, "Who are you?" I raised an eyebrow.

    She answered me in an annoyed voice. "I am Death."

    "No kidding!" I exclaimed, stunned. "I thought Death was a terrifying skeletal figure wielding a scythe. Yet, what I¡¯m seeing right now is a lovely woman," I told her.

    She laughed hysterically. She replied, "Thank you for your compliment, but we don''t have time to chat. We need to begin moving right away. The Dark Lord is waiting for you. You are on your way to Hell."

    "Wow, Dark Lord? As in, Satan?" I was excited when I asked this question. She gave a nod.

    I know that many people are terrified of Satan and Hell. But I was really looking forward to meeting him. He was my hero. My source of motivation was him; he was the reason I lived.

    I was excited for him and the plethora of punishments he would impose on me. I''d been waiting for this my entire life, and I was finally getting what I wanted.

    "Please don''t cream your pants," Death whispered, rolling her dark eyes.

    She slashed at me with her scythe. We were then engulfed by a circle of fire.

    She carried me in her delicate arms as if I were a baby. I couldn''t believe she could carry a grown man like me on her thin frame. But, oh well. She was Death. She wasn¡¯t human. She was a formidable force.

    I dozed off while I was in her arms. When I awoke, I found myself in Hell.

    I was never remorseful about my crimes. In fact, I was proud of myself for doing such horrible things. I simply desired punishment since I was a sadist and a masochist. I enjoyed causing and being subjected to pain. My name was Raymond Reid, and I was the Nocturnal Stalker. The media and the general public despised me. But the insane ladies adored me. It''s primarily due to my good appearance, as I''ve been told. I was a tall, lanky man with dark eyes and a fair complexion. My wavy hair framed my heart-shaped face. They stated that my strongest feature was my well-defined jawline.

    Many people told me that if I hadn''t been a serial killer, I could have been a successful male model. A model. That would have been hilarious! But, hey, if I were a model, I''d be promoting Jackson D''Ambrisio. It was my favorite booze, and I even got a T-shirt commemorating it. That whiskey had a robust and moderately sweet flavor that I enjoyed. Every time I drank that energizing wine, I felt empowered. It gave me the confidence to carry out my crimes.

    Because I liked to wear leather, my fans said I looked like a rock star. I still enjoyed wearing it. Unfortunately, I couldn''t wear leather in Hell since, as I already indicated, I died in the hospital prison while wearing my prison uniform. The clothes you were wearing when you died were the ones you would always wear in the afterlife. That sucks. I''d wear my black jacket over my favorite Jackson D''Ambrisio black shirt and black leather pants if I knew I''d die.

    My only favorite thing that I wore in hell were a pair of legendary Averie white sneakers. These shoes were the source of my problems. The cops noticed my shoeprints at the crime scene and searched every shoe store for them. The police officers saw the shoeprints, which were similar to the ones on the Averie sneakers. But, hey, at least I''m in Hell now. That''s what matters to me.

    Now, Lucifer was directly in front of me. He was a tall, lean, and handsome male deity with long, straight, glossy blonde hair, sparkling white skin, and icy blue eyes. He sat atop a black iron throne.

    He was dressed in a gown of several hues, including black, crimson, and orange, with matching shoes. His clothing matched the primary colors of Hell. A pair of enormous black angel wings adorned his back. He was gazing at me and smiling viciously at me.

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    "My Dark Lord," I respectfully said as I knelt before my hero and bowed my head.

    "Raymond Reid," he pleasantly introduced himself. His voice was rich and melodic. "It''s nice to meet you, my loyal servant."

    "Likewise, my Dark Lord," I answered humbly.

    He said, "You had worshipped me. You offered me fresh blood from each of your human victims. In return, I granted you dark powers. You''ve mastered the art of dark magic. You, my darling, devoted servant, kept praying and sacrificing to me. I felt your devotion. You adored me. I despised you because I, the Devil, am incapable of loving. I could not feel anything but unpleasant emotions. You went above and beyond in my honor. I will punish you now that you''re here."

    "I am so glad, my sweet Lucifer," I stated.I smiled.

    "Glad? What causes you to think you''ll appreciate my punishments?" He inquired of me. His tone was bitter and deadly.

    "I''m happy to receive your punishment," I declared. "You are my hero. You are my lord. My spirit exists only for your enjoyment. I''d gladly welcome the most agonizing pain and suffering you may inflict on me. I enjoy suffering." I smirked at him.

    Lucifer was furious. He transformed into Satan, the large, crimson devil. When he became angry, he assumed his wicked form. That''s interesting. I admired him even more afterward.

    "How could you? You have no idea how much suffering I will be able to inflict on you. Yet you''re looking forward to this," he retorted passionately. His eyes were bright red. "I am certain your opinion will change when you experience my punishment."

    I see. I just challenged the Dark Lord. To soothe him, I expressed, "I humbly accept the punishment you may inflict upon me." But he became angrier. He growled.

    "Very well," he responded. "I''ll administer your first punishment."

    Bring it on, my Dark Lord!

    Lucifer and I went for a walk along a crimson river. The river resembled lava.

    "You must swim in this river," commanded the Dark Lord.

    "Yes, my Lord," I answered, bowing my head.

    I stripped off my clothes and leaped into the river. The river was so hot that I thought my body would burn. My arms began to burn after about five minutes. My legs were then on fire. Then my entire body, including my face and hair, began to burn. I went very red all over. It was the worst burn I''d ever had. I never had this experience as a human on Earth. As I melted, I yelled.

    Due to the pain, I could no longer swim. I was afloat. Then there was complete darkness.

    The next thing I knew, a demon fished my body out of a large black net. My face and body were gradually regenerating. I came back to life. My face and body returned to normal. I was dressed in this stupid prison uniform. I despised this uniform.

    "What can you say about my first punishment for you, newbie?" Lucifer questioned me. He was watching over me while I lay in my hospital bed. It''s the same bed I slept in before I died on Earth. It was my sickbed as well as my deathbed.

    "I adore it!" I exclaimed excitedly. It was great! I wasn''t kidding. The way the red water scorched and melted me was amazing. In fact, I wouldn''t mind if it happened again.

    "What?" The Dark Lord exclaimed; his eyes widened; his face twisted. Lucifer was shocked, angry, and frustrated. He didn''t like the fact that I like experiencing agony. Of course, yelling and screaming were normal reactions for me, but I relished the pain. I truly did.

    Lucifer summoned a demon. The demon emerged out of thin air.

    "Yes, sir?" The demon acknowledged Lucifer.

    "Strap this filthy human in his bed. Then tell your fellow demons to attack him with the black daggers I gave you," the Dark Lord ordered.

    "Right now, sir," the demon responded, strapping me into this bed with belts. I was tickled by the demon''s tight grip on me. The demon shook his head and furrowed his brows. He walked out of the room. He summoned his fellow demons from outside the room and delivered Lucifer''s command to them.

    As the demons assaulted me with daggers, I yelled and laughed. My disturbingly happy yells and laughs echoed in the walls of Hell.

    "Oh, my God, you hit the spot!" I screamed, high with the exciting torment the demons delivered upon me. Lucifer pointed his finger towards my mouth. My mouth was scorched and melted by a searing tape.

    "Do not say His name in my realm!" Lucifer yelled at me. He screamed angrily. He fixed his piercing gaze on me. His brow furrowed in rage. I realized that if I said God''s name, something bad would happen. Lucifer pointed his finger towards my mouth. The tape had been magically removed. My mouth returned to normal.

    "I am deeply sorry for insulting you, my Dark Lord," I humbly replied to Lucifer.

    He grunted in a low and deep voice. I suppose it''s his funny way of saying, "I forgive you, my faithful servant."

    The demons continued to attack me until I died. My body returned to normal in just a matter of seconds. In this realm, I lived once again.

    Lucifer led me into a small, gloomy chamber. I walked into that room. The room was made of black stones and seemed like a well because it was small and cramped. He instructed me to be in the center. I followed his instructions. Then he commanded his demons to throw me thousands of bees from the ceiling. I suddenly discovered I was standing in a well devoid of water.

    A swarm of bees stung me. My face and torso were covered in hives. They were all lumpy, red, and itchy. I couldn''t stop myself from scratching myself.

    "Are you having fun yet, newbie?" My evil lord dared me. He was cruelly smiling.

    "This is nothing more than just discomfort," I replied confidently.

    "Hmmm..." he grumbled. "This pitiful human craves more! Give the ants to him!" He ordered the demons.

    The demons gave me a hundred thousand ants. Red and black ants attacked me all over. Because of the ants'' bites, I couldn''t stop screaming. They got into my eyes, my nose, my mouth, my ears, my navel, and my unmentionables. They invaded every hole in my body. I scratched myself until I was completely covered in red and unrecognizable. I scratched myself to death.

    In a few seconds, I woke up. My face and body regenerated again. I was healed.

    "Did you enjoy it?" Lucifer asked me sadistically. His lips curled up malevolently. He was certain that the punishment he gave me was sufficient to turn me against him and this place. But I couldn''t detest him and this place at the same time.

    Lucifer was unbelievably magnetic. Hell was mysteriously captivating. It may surprise you, but I enjoyed being here with the most divine yet vile celestial entity. I was madly in love with him. He was my god. He was both dark and brilliant. He was both a dream and a horror for me. He was inexplicably magnificent.

    I believed Lucifer was challenging me. So, I answered, "Yes."

    The Dark Lord peered at me after I was instantly healed and became good as new. He rested his hand on his chin. He was most likely planning a new punishment for me. But then, surprisingly, he asked me, "Why do you love pain so much?"

    I began thinking of words to say. But I just couldn¡¯t think of a good answer to his question. "Sorry, but I can¡¯t provide you with a solid answer, my master. I was just born with a penchant for suffering," I confessed humbly.

    "I see," uttered the Prince of Darkness. Even though it was full of malice, his voice was melodic.

    I smiled again when I saw his nasty eyes. I loved seeing him like that.

    Lucifer ordered the demons to bring me water. They followed their master''s orders. My body was drenched in cool crystal water. I felt as if I were being cleansed. Was this a true punishment? Was the Prince of Darkness going to fill this well all the way to the top and drown me in it?

    Lucifer clenched his fist and extended his hand. A swarm of piranhas arrived and surrounded me. Then the vicious fish ate all my flesh until I was nothing but bones. Awesome! The Dark Lord was quite astute!

    My dear Lucifer led me into the bathroom. I stepped inside. He stood like a loyal puppy outside the restroom, waiting for his owner to complete his bodily functions. I know my analogy sounds bizarre and amusing, but that''s how I viewed the situation.

    Lucifer announced, "Here in Hell, we have a one-of-a-kind punishment. It''s known as ¡®the fire and ice bucket challenge.¡¯"

    I''ve never heard of that challenge," I confessed.

    "On Earth, in 2014, an ice bucket challenge was created. It was a popular internet challenge or fad in which a person dumps a bucket of cold, bitter ice over his or her head and all over his or her body to raise awareness about amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS) and to collect funds for ALS research, patients, and community services," Lucifer responded.

    "Uh-huh, that''s odd," I said. "How come I''ve never heard of that challenge?" I asked.

    "Because you died in 2013," he explained.

    "Anyway," he added, "we''re going to add a twist to that challenge.¡± I see. Well, I don''t think it would be such a difficult challenge. I used to take cold showers when I was alive. I wasn''t wealthy, so I couldn''t afford a heater.

    The demons placed handcuffs on my hands and shackles on my feet, then locked them. The shower was opened by one of the demons. The showerhead produced icy hailstones. I was frozen by the hailstones. It was colder and icier than hailstones in Los Angeles and most likely anywhere else on the planet. The hailstones punctured my skin and caused me to bleed. A demon later adjusted the shower. The showerhead produced fire this time. It severely burned me.

    The showerhead then pelted me with another batch of hailstones, followed by a huge fire.

    The process continued to alternate and repeat. The heat and coolness were inexhaustible. In anguish, I screamed and yelled.

    Lucifer inquired of me in his evil tone, "Do you love your showers?"

    "Yes, my Dark Lord," I responded naughtily.

    I screamed and yelled, and I laughed. When Lucifer became enraged, he told his demon, "Stop the hail and just burn this miserable human to a crisp!"

    The demon adjusted the showerhead. The showerhead that used to produce hailstones has now sparked a massive fire. It scorched me to death.

    I died. Then I was gradually healed in a matter of seconds. I came back to life. It''s funny how Hell kills and resurrects every soul in here, only to make one suffer indefinitely. Hell is weird.

    The afterlife is weird.

    It¡¯s weird because I enjoyed it here in Hell. While other tortured souls here begged, "Please no more," "Please stop that, and "Please, I can''t take it anymore," they were thrown in a pit of fire, worms entered all the parts of their faces and bodies, and they were forced to walk on spiked ground until their feet were punctured and bled.

    Of course, those were not the only punishments they received. They were punished severely. We were all punished in many different and painful ways.

 My Stupidly Faithful Servant

    Look at this foolish human! He claimed that he reveled in pain and that he would have a great time in Hell. It was as if this kingdom was like an amusement park. I loathed his bravado and determination. So I continued to penalize him in a variety of ways. As a result of these penalties, he suffered, and he still does, along with the other damned souls. Nevertheless, he kept begging for more suffering. Out of frustration, I fidgeted, drummed on the armchair of my throne, and even furiously scratched my head. I was running out of patience! I''ve always taken pleasure in inflicting pain and suffering on these wretched people.

    In the past, before Raymond descended into Hell, I used to always release wide smiles and raucous laughter when the damned souls were suffering in my powerful torments. Oh, these pitiful human souls! I could keep punishing them for all eternity. But I despised it when one single soul relished my punishments. What''s the purpose of damning this pathetic guy if he delights in being punished?

    Raymond Reid. What a pitiful and repulsive human being! He was a well-known serial killer. He was dubbed the ¡°nocturnal stalker.¡± He tormented, raped, and murdered individuals, particularly children and women. He did it in my name! He was completely obsessed with me. He prayed to me and worshiped me. He offered his victims'' blood to me, and as a result of his sacrifices, I grew stronger. There are still many occultists and true Satanists on the planet who continue to make offerings to me. They are completely loyal to me, and I despise them for it. I grant them their wishes while simultaneously bestowing dark magical powers on them, allowing them to commit horrific acts in my name!

    Raymond Reid was despised by both rational people and police officers. But his groupies, or crazy female fans, adored him just because he was attractive and had amazing fashion sense. How pitiful can humankind get? People are getting dumber day by day. But I enjoyed their stupidity. Criminals frequently prey on the stupid. Stupid people are also easy to manipulate, and thus, they are also likely to commit crimes and other heinous activities.

    I am Lucifer. I used to be an angel, but I rebelled against God. So he banished me from Heaven to Hell to punish sinners. I go by several different names. My other names included Satan, Samael, and Beelzebub. I prefer the name Lucifer. I am a bringer of light. I am the everlasting fire. However, I am also dark. I am doom. I''ve ruled this kingdom of Hell for billions of years, and I''ve always enjoyed being here! I enjoyed punishing people. Humans are God''s preferred species. I adore giving them pain. I want to bring them down with me, just like God did with me.

    I hate God. He punished me for refusing to submit to him. He also desired that I and the other angels serve humans. Disgusting! I refused to serve these dirty beasts. I am superior to them. I know, deep down, that the other angels do not want to serve humanity, but they have no choice but to obey God''s commandment. So, I rebelled because I''d had enough! I didn''t mind that I used to be God''s favorite angel. I, too, wished to be a deity! I am now the god of Hell. I am pleased with who I am and what I do.

    I was not going to allow a simple serial killer to beat me! I had to do something to make the punishments more severe. It must be something he will come to regret.

    Aside from Raymond Reid, there were numerous serial killers and even terrorists in Hell. They, unlike him, always asked me to end their agony. But I never granted their request. Raymond was a one-of-a-kind soul in this miserable place. He never begged me to end his agony. On the contrary, he reveled in his misery. To be honest, he was getting on my nerves. I let my demons inflict their penalties on the obnoxious human, and they were slowly running out of ideas.

    So, Raymond, like everyone else, was flung into Hell''s massive, expanding fire, which was brighter and stronger than the fires on Earth. He screamed along with the other souls. He was also flung into a massive volume of ice, which was colder and more biting than Earth''s ice. My demons buried all the souls in the soil, and the souls were attacked by worms that penetrated and circulated inside them. The demons served buckets of ice cream to the souls. When they opened the buckets, it was not ice cream but a swarm of stinky fish whipping and eating their faces.

    I summoned Death. She suddenly appeared in front of me. She was more beautiful than ever.

    "Good evening, Lucifer," she greeted. Her voice was dark, feminine, and sultry, yet powerful. She was courteous, and she never considered me to be superior to her. It''s because I''m not better than her. We are equals.

    Her strong presence sent shivers down my spine. I was aroused. She was a femme fatale. But I successfully hid my fascination with her.

    "Good evening, Death.¡± I greeted her back in a voice full of command.

    "What made you summon me?" She immediately inquired of me. She was curious as to why I had called her. As always, she didn''t have time for chit-chat; she needed to get things done swiftly.

    "What do you know about Raymond Reid?" I responded to her.

    "Well, Raymond Reid was an infamous serial killer who had his brain damaged and had a terrible childhood," she answered. "His skull was also traumatized, which is why he is so..." She circled her index finger around to the side of her temple, indicating that the person we were discussing was insane.

    ¡°How did he react when you attacked him with that sickle?" I asked her.

    She revealed, "He was standing, trying to keep calm, but his eyes grew large, reflecting the blade as it came closer to him."

    "I see," I replied, "so even though he claims that he loves pain, which he does, he still feels fear just like any other human."

    "I believe so," she agreed.

    "Okay, Death, I¡¯m done asking you questions. You can go now," I told her.

    Death left Hell.

    Whoosh! A strong typhoon emanated in the air. A dark portal appeared. The portal sent heavy rains and lightning. The demons and souls in hell were startled; they opened their eyes wide, gasped, and froze. But I remained calm.

    Death entered the dark portal that made her travel anywhere she wanted to go. Then the portal closed up and disappeared like a big bubble. Everything went back to normal, like nothing happened. The demons and souls returned to their usual inflicting and receiving of punishments.

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    I realized now that I could beat Raymond Reid. I found that, despite his love of pain, he was only a human. Like his fellow humans, he may feel emotions like fear, rage, love, hopelessness, and many others. I am the Devil, and he was merely a human. A repulsive, wicked, and pitiful human. I could torture him by combining these human emotions into my punishments. I have devised a plan.

    I summoned the prominent German politician and former Chancellor who orchestrated the Holocaust and murdered many Jews worldwide. In this story, I''ll refer to him as "the evil commander."

    I also summoned Alistair Cliff, the infamous dark magician and occultist who, like Raymond Reid, was committed to and passionate about practicing dark magic his entire life. Bear in mind that Alistair Cliff was not a bad person who committed crimes. He simply enjoyed black magic, which is why he was condemned here to Hell. To be honest, I felt sorry for him. He wasn''t an evil person. But God despised occultists who practiced "malevolent" magic, which is why he cast the great dark magician into Hell. If you¡¯re going to ask me, that¡¯s an example of divine injustice.

    Now, tell me, who¡¯s the evil deity? Hmm.

    The Evil Commander and Alistair Cliff emerged out of thin air in front of me. They manifested and materialized out of nowhere. I introduced them to Raymond Reid.

    Raymond Reid was overly polite, bordering on fawning, to Alistair Cliff. He bowed before him, bending half of his body so lowly that it almost reached his idol¡¯s crotch area. I smirked a little at that sight.

    "Greetings, Mr. Alistair Cliff; my name is Raymond Reid, and I am your biggest fan," the eager admirer stated.

    The serial killer then continued: "You are one of the ultimate reasons I became a Satanist and occultist."

    An awkward dead air electrified between them.

    A massive grimace arose in the esteemed dark magician¡¯s face. "Excuse me?"

    Alistair Cliff was irritated. "I was and am not a Satanist!" He yelled. His face was flushed with rage. I laughed. My big, hearty laugh was heard all over this realm.

    In a few seconds, Raymond asked Alistair. "But how can you not be a Satanist after meeting this wonderful and glorious being, our Dark Lord?"

    To which Alistair replied in a sad and bitter tone, "How can I admire someone who punishes me on a daily basis? I despise Lucifer. I just used black magic to obtain what my heart desired. I''m not even sure I belong here. I am not a bad person. All I desired was for humanity to be open to magic, especially black magic. All I wanted was for them to accept their innate secret magical skills in order to simplify their lives and fulfill their deepest dreams. I never worshiped Satan, and I never urged others to do so!"

    Ouch. Okay, Alistair. You really didn¡¯t like me. Thanks for clarifying that.

    Evil Commander chimed in, "Excuse me, Lucifer, but why are we with this disgusting child-molester and rapist?"

    "Oh, I know who you are, you motherfucking Holocaust-bringer!" Raymond Reid exclaimed; his teeth clenched. "I am not a fan of you, and the Germans hated you, as well! Did you realize that the Jews and the rest of the world despise you? Yeah. They certainly do. They can''t even speak your nasty name for fear of triggering the memories of distant relatives of your Jew victims and offending the general public. Yes, your name is synonymous to shite! If I''m being honest, we''re the same. But at least I''m attractive, I still have followers and groupies. Nobody admires or respects you anymore, unlike when you were a powerful political leader. Everyone had now realized that you were an inept, selfish, and anti-sematic leader. Nobody uses your surname anymore, and you have no living relatives. You know what I''m going to call you? The mustache. That''s your new nickname from now on," Raymond said his litany.

    He spat on the hellish ground. "Now, go kill yourself again, few-rer!"

    The Evil Commander stood silently; he was swept over with shame. A sense of tension engulfed us. Wow! Raymond Reid¡¯s audacity and words impressed me! He totally roasted the evil tyrant. I knew the Evil Commander so well. He may have had power and charisma for the gullible masses, but he couldn¡¯t handle criticism very well.

    An unexpected turn of events unfolded.

    "Bang!"

    Smoke infiltrated my kingdom. An acrid smell hung in the air.

    A gunshot filled the air. The Evil Commander shot himself in the head with a gun. He lay dead on the floor of Hell. We were all taken aback. They stood away slightly from the scene; their mouths and eyes were wide open. Wrinkles formed on the foreheads of the witnesses.

    Well, except me. I kept my emotions hidden, as usual.

    I broke the silence. "Well, that¡¯s what we need for the spell," I stated.

    "A spell?" Raymond inquired, out of sheer curiosity.

    "Oh, right, Raymond," I said, as I maintained my composure and returned to business. "I had chosen to give you a gift because you were and still are my dedicated servant. I shall bring you back to life... as a werewolf."

    "Sorry, I don''t understand. Raymond scratched his head and replied. But he was clearly invested in what I was about to tell him.

    "I''ll turn you into a werewolf, and you''ll return to Earth as the nocturnal stalker... with fangs!" I informed him, smiling widely and saying it in my excited voice. "Of course, you''ll be reborn into a new male body with a new name."

    "What the fuck?¡± Raymond exclaimed in disbelief. His eyebrows raised in astonishment, his mouth agape, and his eyes widened. He was utterly surprised.

    "I know you¡¯d be surprised," I replied, grinning in satisfaction.

    "Wow, that''s neat!" remarked Raymond.

    "Indeed, it is," I concurred.

    "Puncture the heart of the evil commander," I commanded Alistair.

    "Yes, sir," Alistair said, and he nodded obediently. He followed my instructions. He knew that I would strike him with hell¡¯s maroon lightning if he replied sarcastically. Just like I did in the past, before all of this happened.

    I felt compelled to inform you. It wasn''t the Evil Commander''s original heart because it had decayed a long time ago. This was the heart of his soul. I explained to them that we needed the heart of the most horrible soul in Hell for our spell. So far, Evil Commander fits the bill.

    "Great! Put it in the cauldron now!¡± I instructed the great dark occultist. He did as he was told.

    "Pour some water into the cauldron and mix the heart and the onyx," I ordered Alistair.

    Alistair had obtained this onyx from Hell''s most remote and hazardous cave. It was the most dangerous since it featured venomous hanging snakes that could permanently murder your soul if bitten. Alistair was able to obtain the onyx without being injured. He''d known about this spell since yesterday. I had informed him about it.

    But he had no idea that it was Raymond who would benefit from this spell.

    "You should break the heart and the onyx into pieces. But, since we need to finish this spell right away, I''ll help you," I told Alistair.

    As soon as the green ray of light from my long finger struck the heart and onyx, they were smashed into small fragments. "Now mix it thoroughly until the mixture is as dark as ashes," I instructed Alistair.

    He continued to mix. Finally, the combination took on the desired color and texture. The darkest, murkiest, stickiest crimson and black matter.

    Great! In Los Angeles, where Raymond died, there is now a full moon. This is an excellent time for the spell! I handed Raymond the scroll containing the chant. The following was written on the scroll:

    The evilest of hearts, the murkiest of souls

    Give me the most dangerous mystical powers.

    I want to reach my most desired goal.

    Of being a reborn creature of the darkest hours

    I will be a magnificent and strong creature filled with majestic fur.

    Bathed in moonlight and granted the skills of a lycanthrope,

    I will be a powerful and wild werewolf!

    I told Raymond Reid to recite the chant, which he did enthusiastically. I also instructed him to consume the concoction as soon as possible. Because the concoction was stinky, he squeezed his nose while he ate it. He frowned. The mixture probably tasted awful, too.

    Raymond Reid received his final penalty yesterday. As per his request, he was strapped into the electric chair. As 100,000 volts hit him, he screamed in pain. It was extremely painful because it had an extraordinarily high number of volts and could toast a person if done on Earth. But after that punishment, he came back to life in Hell.

    Tonight, Raymond Reid became a werewolf. Thanks to the spell Alistair and I cast.

 Reborn as Jacob Dawson

    I was reborn on Earth as Jacob Dawson after the evil lord turned me into a werewolf. I was born into a wealthy household in Los Angeles. My spirit soared. Residing in this household felt like being a kid in a candy store. I could have everything I wanted, whenever I wanted it, at my disposal. The scent of the salty breeze wafted into my spacious and luxurious bedroom from the balcony. Below, the aroma of roses being sold by a lady vendor reached my senses. The scent of freshly baked bread in a store across the street also wafted in the air, watering my mouth. Today was a beautiful and exciting day.

    My father, Aaron, was a well-known rock singer, and my mother, Elaine, was a well-known novelist. Wasn''t it amazing? My parents were going to have a baby, and I was the first child. To be honest, I was concerned. I had no idea how to take care of a younger sibling. This would be my first experience. According to the doctor, they were going to have a baby boy. When I asked my mother about the baby''s gender, she told me this.

    Well, I was glad! I think I''d get along with him! I had four siblings when I was Raymond Reid. I was the fifth and youngest of five children. I didn''t have a typical childhood growing up. My brothers and I were heavy marijuana users. My sisters and I didn''t get along very well. What, though, can I say about my sisters? They were good; they never committed crimes; and they were dull. They didn''t even consume alcohol or use cigarettes. They only dated attractive guys from their schools. But my sisters were intelligent and responsible. This was a good thing.

    I was not and am not a good person. Good is boring. I wouldn''t squander my life doing good and avoiding bad. Life is brief. Have fun while you''re still alive! Toking up, listening to Billy Iverson, and learning how to play guitar with my friends were some of my hobbies back then. Life was wonderful. I was chill. We were all chill. I recall watching TV in the basement of my friend Craig''s house while stoned. TV was great! Back then, the movies, TV shows, and music were fantastic. It was an exciting time to be alive. It was also an ideal time to commit petty crimes.

    Back when I was Raymond, my friends and I used to shoplift from malls and convenience stores. We would only get what we could. While our older friend, Allison, flirted with the female cashier, we secretly stole bags of chips, drinks, sweets, chocolates, gum, cigarettes, and alcoholic beverages. Allison was well-liked by the ladies in the area. He was 16, but he looked 21. Allison''s mature appearance was the reason we could get away with our misdeeds. At thirteen, I was the gang''s youngest member. We had other members, including Robert, who was fourteen years old. Carlo and Matt were both fifteen years old; Craig, like Allison, was sixteen.

    In addition to shoplifting, we vandalized the streets and vehicles, pickpocketed, jaywalked, stalked people in their homes, and engaged in underage drinking and smoking. Most of the time, we were not caught. When we were caught, we had to pay fines or go to juvenile jail. We were all in and out of juvenile incarceration at different times.

    If I were Jacob Dawson, I would be a different person. I would be more adventurous. I would do more interesting and thrilling activities.

    I was now thirteen years old. I was a freshman in high school. I was studying at Green Meadows Academy in Etherealis City, where I currently reside. My parents wanted me to be educated and to complete my studies, even though I didn''t need to because we were wealthy. It makes sense, though. It would be strange for parents to be satisfied with a dumb, ignorant child. Of course, it¡¯s just natural for parents to want a child or children they can be proud of. My parents were not proud of me in my previous life as Raymond because of the idiotic things I did. I totally understood them.

    In my second life as Jacob, I''d do things a little differently. In my prior life, I was a truant who frequently skipped classes. Now that I''m in my second life, I¡¯d like to take my studies seriously. Who knows? Maybe studying is enjoyable, and I simply didn''t realize it because I took it for granted before.

    As I walked towards the school''s entrance, a large, dark smoke arose. Satan appeared in front of me. I was surprised.

    "What brings you here, my Dark Lord?" I asked, my voice touched with excitement. I was eager to serve as the enormous and crimson figure of the Devil emerged in front of me.

    "I simply wanted to let you know that I require you to offer human blood and a heart to me as much as possible at night while you are living as a werewolf," Satan pronounced, his voice spine-tingling and supernatural. "It doesn¡¯t have to be every night. Just do it when you have the opportunity. Please take your time.¡±

    A chubby boy was hanging out with his male friends. He was looking at me with a baffled expression. His forehead wrinkled. He probably thought I was crazy. "Who are you talking to, freak?" He asked me angrily.

    "Nobody," I replied, shaking my head and trying to remain calm. Later on, I would decide whether or not I would offer the blood of the overweight boy. To avoid suspicion, I would limit my victims as much as possible. It''s too early for my lifetime mission anyway. Lucifer advised me to take my time, which I did.

    The plump boy flung a stone at me, which I easily avoided. He was irritated. He kept walking with his companions.

    I walked into the school. Every girl in the school courtyard was staring at me. I didn¡¯t understand why they were doing it. But then later on, I heard some of them whispering to each other.

    "Who¡¯s that?" A white girl with a crown braid bun asked a dark girl with black kinky hair. Her voice was tinged with curiosity.

    "I''m not sure," the dark girl answered. She bit her lip. "He is handsome, though."

    "He is, indeed!" The white girl enthusiastically responded.

    "Oh, my gosh, don''t you know?  A tall girl with black hair arranged in a high ponytail exclaimed. She brightened with recognition. "That''s Jacob Dawson. He is the son of Elaine and Aaron Dawson."

    "Wow!" gasped her companions. Their voices mingled with surprise and admiration.

    "No wonder he looks familiar," stated the girl with the crown braid bun.

    "He''s so dreamy," the black girl enthused, sighing yearningly.

    I was feeling smug as I beamed from ear to ear. I think I would enjoy school.

    It was the first day of class, so there were no lessons. Miss Elora Daniels, our adviser and homeroom teacher, suggested that we introduce ourselves to one another. That was such a simple thing to do. I used to do it in my past life as Raymond Reid when I was younger.

    "Good morning, Miss Daniels and students. I''m R-, er, Jacob Dawson. I love drawing, reading, singing, and making new friends," I said.

    "Wow, Jacob, that''s absolutely the sweetest thing. I''m sure you''ll have no problem making friends," Miss Daniels remarked.

    That''s for certain, Miss Daniels. My female classmates were ogling at me. They wanted to be more than friends with me. However, to be honest, considering my real activities, I prefer male friends.

    Miss Daniels was tall and slim with straight, shoulder-length brown hair. Her nails were red and lengthy. She was dressed in a green uniform. She appeared respectable, bright, and tidy. She added, "You can draw, read, and sing with your friends."

    Then she asked me, "Are you related to Elaine and Aaron Dawson?"

    "Yes, ma¡¯am," I answered politely, "I am their son."

    "Oh, wow!" exclaimed Miss Daniels. "I admire your mother. I''ve read all of her books. Your father is a great vocalist. To be honest, I''m not a big lover of rock and roll like your father. I like pop and ballads."

    "That''s fine, ma''am," I said nicely. She was perfectly entitled to listen to any music she pleased. I sat down.

    ¡°What a show-off!" someone yelled.

    "What is it, Douglas?" Miss Daniels demanded the student, despite the fact that we had heard him accurately. Douglas, it turns out, was the chubby boy who called me a freak earlier when I was heading into school. He wore thick, black-rimmed spectacles and had black, clean-cut hair.

    "Nothing, ma''am," Douglas answered arrogantly.

    Miss Daniels defended me against my first bully, saying, "It''s not his fault that he has famous parents."

    I felt like I would be Douglas¡¯ target again. But I was not worried. I am stronger than him. I could always bite his head off as soon as the moon rose. Perhaps his blood would be my first sacrifice to the Dark Lord. However, this may raise suspicion. Or not, since who in their right mind would believe that a skinny boy like me could murder a boy bigger than me? In any case, I needed to be more patient.

    "Since you are so talkative, Douglas, why don¡¯t you introduce yourself to us?" The teacher suggested.

    Douglas dropped his head in shame. "Now, stand up and start talking," the teacher encouraged.

    Douglas stood up and promptly announced, "I am Douglas Howard."

    "More like Douglas the Coward!" Someone in the class joked.

    Some people laughed at the joke. Douglas'' face was flushed with rage.

    "Quiet, class! It is not acceptable to make fun of someone''s name or family name," the teacher reprimanded.

    "Ben, apologize to Douglas."

    Ben apologized to Douglas.

    "Go on, Douglas, tell us more," the teacher urged softly.

    "I enjoy watching TV, reading comics from daily newspapers, and reading joke books.

    "Douglas, how old are you?" Our homeroom instructor asked.

    Douglas responded, "I am twelve, Miss Daniels."

    "Is there anything else you''d like to say?" Our wonderful teacher inquired.

    "None, ma''am," Douglas replied, looking down at his desk.

    "Douglas, you may now take a seat," the teacher recommended. Douglas obeyed.

    A group of boys from my class approached me and sat with me at lunch.

    "Be patient with Douglas," Alfonso said. He was a lanky redhead. He wore his spiked hair up. "He is a loser who refuses to acknowledge it."

    "How is he a loser?" I asked Alfonso out of curiosity.

    "He''s poor," Alfonso answered. "His father is a bus driver, and his mother is a prostitute," Alfonso explained as he ate chicken curry with rice.

    Oh, I feel bad for him now," I stated.

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    Don''t feel sorry for him," Harry chimed in. He had fair skin, a thin build, medium height, and crew-cut hair. "He bullies everyone." Harry was eating dried beef, sunny side up eggs, and rice.

    "I''m not sure why he has the confidence to bully anyone," Bryan interjected. He had a robust build, short blonde hair trimmed in a curtain haircut, and blue eyes. Bryan was eating chicken nuggets and rice with gravy. He continued: "Just look at him! He is fat and ugly!"

    "He couldn''t even study here without her prostitute mother," Stephen explained. "I mean, come on! His bus driver father cannot afford such a high tuition fee. He isn''t bright, so he can''t be a scholar. So we suspect it was her hooker mother who paid the tuition." Stephen had dark eyeliner all over his eyes and had shoulder-length dark hair with bangs that covered half of his face. He was eating spaghetti. He later drank a wine-colored sports drink.

    "How did you know his mother is a hooker?" I asked the boys.

    "Well, Douglas has been bragging that his mother is working overseas, which is why he is chauffeured in a nice car. It isn''t even an expensive car, just a regular one," Stephen whispered, "but once, my good-for-nothing uncle, the only one on my father''s side who isn''t prosperous, watched his mother walk through the red district area. So Douglas was lying about his mother''s job!"

    "What does your uncle do?" I politely asked Stephen. He sipped his drink quickly.

    "He''s unemployed," Stephen honestly replied.

    Uh-uh. I wasn''t sure who I would judge more harshly. Douglas or Stephen. But, hey, at least Stephen was nice to me.

    "Anyway, enough chatting about Douglas. He''s a nobody anyway," Cody added. He was pale-skinned, had brown eyes, and, just like most of us, was skinny. He wore his hair short and had a side fringe. On the left side of his neck, he had a dragon tattoo. He had a mole on the left side of his lips. "Tell us about yourself, Jacob," he suggested. He was munching on a dark chocolate cookie and drinking a medium-sized cup of hot white chocolate coffee.

    "I''m afraid there''s not much to say about me," I said, smiling.

    "How does it feel to have renowned and wealthy parents?" Cody asked. My friends were all waiting for me to say something.

    "To be honest, it''s wonderful. I live in this enormous and gorgeous mansion, and we have maids who perform all the tedious domestic chores and serve us," I replied.

    Cody sighed and rolled his eyes. "Of course, we already knew that! Tell us something we don''t know!" He almost yelled.

    "We take a lot of tours. My mother has book tours, and my father has concert tours. We go to several fascinating destinations and immerse ourselves in other cultures. All across the world, we eat and drink delectable meals and beverages. I enjoy hearing my mother speak about her book, and many of her fans ask for her to sign their books. My dad''s rock concerts are fun, and his fans are crazy about him. His female fans beg him to autograph their boobs, and he signs them. My mother despises it, but she simply disregards them because it is part of his rockstar job."

    "Did your parents fight about it? The boob signing thing?" Stephen asked.

    "They used to fight about it, but they don¡¯t anymore. They¡¯re used to that sort of thing," I answered. I shrugged.

    I was eating roasted chicken with white rice and vegetables on the side. I sipped a glass of iced tea after finishing my meal. I was staring at my new friends while eating my lunch. I wondered if they were secretly interested in dark magic. Although few confess it, most individuals secretly wish to practice witchcraft, particularly black magic. Not only out of curiosity but out of rage. We are all human beings with unpleasant emotions. Whether we admit it or not, many of us harbor grudges. Most of us have adversaries. And, if we''re being honest, we want to make our enemies suffer. I feel that black magic might be useful when we want to make our enemies suffer.

    Wiccans follow the Threefold Law. Whatever you give to the universe or wish for someone, it can come back to you three times. That is true. That is why most Wiccans exclusively practice white magic and shun black magic. They are frightened that if they curse someone, the universe will curse them as well. It''s the reason they don''t engage in evil magic. They feel there is a cost to be paid. There is, of course! We must expect awful things to happen when we do evil things. But that doesn''t imply you''re cursed forever.

    In life, good and bad things happen. That''s the way it is. Whether you are a believer in "love and light" or an evil witch or occultist, problems will come your way. So why not take chances to achieve your goals? If you can''t handle difficulties, I''m afraid magic, whether white or black, isn''t for you. It is not for the faint of heart.

    I''m curious what angers these boys. I must explain why I prefer to make friends with boys rather than girls. Boys are often risk-takers and daredevils. We don''t mind breaking the rules now and then. Girls, on the other hand, like to play it safe and stay out of trouble. Most of them, but not all. They like to stick to the rules. I don''t mind having a girl or two in my group. However, based on my observations, they are more inclined to fall in love with me. Girls are usually addicted to bad boys like me in the expectation that they will alter them for the better. I don¡¯t want to change for the better. I don¡¯t want to mend my ways. I like the way I am.

    If I could only figure out who my friends'' enemies are, I might be able to enlist them in my secret coven. I''m thinking about starting a dark fantasy board game with them. You know, to try to ease them into this dark path of life.

    "Are you busy after school?" I asked my new friends. They claimed to be unoccupied. They asked me why. I informed them that I was planning a movie night at my house. We could watch a movie or two or three from my extensive collection. My new friends were ecstatic. They agreed right away. I wanted to get to know my new friends better.

    "A movie night with the son of a famous couple is a good idea!" Stephen exclaimed ecstatically. "Our parents will be excited!"

    They will insist on taking a lot of selfies with you and the house!" Alfonso stated, "Are your parents going to be home? "

    "Sorry, they won¡¯t be home. They are on vacation in the Maldives," I informed my friends.

    "What an exciting life you and your parents must have!" Bryan remarked.

    We exited the cafeteria and went to the library.

    "Why are we at the library?" Alfonso asked me. "We haven¡¯t even started any lessons yet."

    "Are you excited to study?" Bryan asked me.

    "No, I simply want to look through the books," I replied.

    "What kind of books are you looking for?" Cody asked.

    "Dark books," I stated.

    "Do you like gothic novels?" Stephen said. "To be honest, I''m a sucker for anything gothic or dark. I''m a spooky person." He smiled at me.

    "Something along those lines," I said. To be honest, I was looking for literature on witchcraft and magic. But, as I already stated, I''m attempting to slowly ease my friends towards the dark path. I didn''t want them to be afraid of me or think I was strange already.

    "Okay, which author do you prefer?" Stephen asked me. "Love Taft or Edgar Alexander Crowe?

    "Definitely Crowe!" I answered.

    "Why?" Stephen asked me.

    "Well, his stories are scarier and also easier to understand. Taft¡¯s writing is too Old English for me," I told him truthfully.

    "All right, nerds," Bryan interjected. "Since we''re not big readers, we''ll just head to the courtyard. We''re going to leave you two here.¡±

    "Actually, I''m going to the courtyard as well," Stephen said. "I''ll speak with Kristina."

    "Are you an item or something?" Bryan asked.

    "Not yet," Stephen said, "but I''ll try my luck and see if I have a chance with her." He winked.

    Bryan answered, "Good luck."

    Thank you," Stephen said. "Will you be okay here, Jacob? Do you mind being alone?¡±

    "I''ll be okay," I said. "You go have some fun, boys!"

    While looking for any books about black magic, I suddenly found one. I took it, and then I put it on a table. I sat down and began reading the book.

    As I was reading, a familiar voice interrupted me. "Oh, Jacob," she said. "You are reading a book now. You¡¯re so studious." I looked up. It was Miss Daniels.

    "This is nothing, Miss Daniels," I answered.

    "What book are you reading?" She asked me.

    "The Book of Magic by Scarlett Adair," I answered.

    "Ah, so you¡¯re interested in magic?" She asked me.

    "Yes," I told her truthfully.

    "You know, when I was a young girl, I dreamed of being a witch," Miss Daniels said.

    "Really?" I asked. I was all ears.

    "Yeah," she admitted. "I experimented with witchcraft. I tried some spells from a book."

    "Did you try black magic?" I asked her. I was curious.

    She shook her head. "No, I don¡¯t mess with that sort of thing," she said. "None of the spells I tried worked. So I assumed such things are either not true or they just don¡¯t work because I simply am not a real witch. So I stopped." She shrugged.

    "Anyway, what draws you to black magic? Is someone bullying you?" she said. "Please don''t tell me it''s Douglas again." She was concerned about my well-being.

    "No, Miss Daniels; Douglas did nothing. I''m not mad at him," I answered.

    I was merely looking for an effective witchcraft book to utilize and brainstorming ways to recruit my new friends into my coven, but of course, I didn''t tell her that.

    "Well, if you''re having trouble with somebody, if someone is giving you a hard time, or if you just want to ask for help, you can talk to me," Miss Daniels said with a smile. I reciprocated the smile.

    "Thanks, Miss Daniels," I said.

    She gently touched the back of my hand and then left the library. Later on, after reading a few pages, I told the librarian that I would borrow the book. She told me to return it within three days. I agreed.

    I left the library and went straight into the classroom.

    I went back into the classroom with my friends. Miss Daniels said she would be our teacher in Earth Science. She gave us a little introduction to the subject and her grading system. I was not a science buff, but I would try my best to get good grades in this subject. She told us that we should study hard but also have time to have fun.

    "I will do everything I can to make this subject enjoyable," Miss Daniels promised us. I believed her. I noticed that when she was presenting and telling us about our subject, she used colorful and creative backgrounds and fonts, as well as some beautiful pictures on the projector through her laptop.

    Her voice was extremely bright, and she made every effort to connect with us kids. We later played a racing game. Miss Daniels instructed us to divide into two groups. Each player would select a piece of paper containing a scientific word. We''d dash to the chalkboard and tape that piece of paper to it. The team that can acquire the most words in the shortest amount of time wins the game.

    Miss Daniels used the following words: stars, moon, nebula, astronomy, comet, black hole, galaxy, big bang theory, Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Neptune, Uranus, Pluto, planetarium, meteor, Milky Way, Talus, Aurora, Corona, dwarf planets, Eskers, Fusion, sunspot, meteor, constellation, solar flare, epicenter, erosion earthquake, and fusion. She used vibrant colors and some beautiful illustrations on each piece of paper that contained each word.

    My team won. Douglas¡¯s team lost. He was frowning. I smiled. It serves him right.

    Later on, the teacher dismissed the class. We said goodbye to each other.

    I took my new friends to my mansion. The family driver had driven us in an expensive and nice car. When my friends entered the car, they exclaimed their "oohs" and "aahs."

    My friends told me how much they admired my car and how it had been their dream to ride in a luxurious car such as it. They thanked me because, thanks to me, they could finally ride in that car. I was touched by their words. Finally, we arrived at my mansion. My friends were amazed. My mansion was painted white and blue. It was a big house by the sea. The gate was big and gold. We had two enormous swimming pools, two movie theaters, a lovely garden, a beautiful guest room, and a magnificent patio. Three expensive cars were parked in a large garage.

    We went into one of the movie theaters. We watched a horror movie. The title is Lily¡¯s Friend. The story revolves around Lily, a young girl. Lily attends an all-girls school. She is constantly bullied because of her weight. Nobody wants to befriend or play with her at school. She has a doll that she affectionately refers to as Dolly. Dolly is an odd-looking doll and is old. Her mother purchased it from an elderly lady at a yard sale. Regardless, Lily adores the doll. She refers to the doll as her friend. One night, Lily wishes that Dolly was real. The next morning, Lily loses her doll. She sobs uncontrollably. Her mother informs her that she will get her a new doll.

    But Lily screams at her mother and says, "No! Dolly is a friend of mine, and I will never have her replaced!" Lily walks out and reluctantly goes to school.

    A girl her age approaches Lily and befriends her. Suddenly, Lily notices that the girl resembles her doll, Dolly. Dolly is the name of the girl who introduces herself. "Wait, are you my missing doll?" Lily asks.

    "Yes, I am your missing doll," Dolly admits.

    Lily hugs Dolly, grateful that her wish has finally come true. She now has a friend. Lily spends a lot of time at school hanging out and playing with Dolly.

    However, even though Lily has been having a good time, Dolly has been doing evil things. Lily is bullied by a classmate. Dolly throws the bully down a cliff. The bully is killed. Lily''s granny chastises her. Dolly places some building block toys on the stairwell''s top step. Lily''s grandmother injures herself when she accidentally steps on the toys. She then collapses downstairs. Lily''s grandmother gets admitted to the hospital but eventually recovers. On the street, a cruel boy calls Lily ugly. The boy is involved in a bicycle accident and suffers a broken nose.

    Lily recognizes that horrible things have been happening around her since Dolly entered her life. Lily asks Dolly if she is the cause of these horrible things happening. Dolly admits to her bad deeds. But she insists she only did such heinous things because she cares for Lily and doesn''t want her to be sad. Lily scolds Dolly. She tells her to cease doing such things, or she will no longer be her friend. Dolly becomes upset. She threatens Lily with suicide if she breaks up their friendship.

    One night, Lily has a nightmare. The truth about Dolly is revealed in this nightmare. Dolly was owned by an elderly lady who was a wicked witch. The elderly lady despises children. She sells toys that she curses. Dolly is a cursed doll. And when Lily wished on the shooting star for Dolly to become a real person, her desire was granted. However, Dolly is a demon disguised as a little girl. The only way to permanently get rid of Dolly is for a good witch to break the curse and return it to the sender, which is the wicked witch.

    In the end, Lily and the good witch triumph against the evil witch. Dolly is no longer alive once the devil is thrown out and returns to Hell. Of course, Lily becomes melancholy after losing her only friend. But eventually, Lily finds a good human friend. Aside from Lily''s Friend, we watched two other scary films. My friends and I had a great day watching movies, eating popcorn and hotdog sandwiches, and drinking milkshakes.

    "Your house is so cool! It feels like we¡¯re in a mall!" Harry exclaimed.

    "True that! I feel like you are happy all the time!" Cody concluded.

    I just nodded and smiled. When we finished watching the movies, my friends told me that it was getting late and that they were going home. They said it was fun to hang out with me and that we should do it more often. I was glad that my new friends had a good time with me.

 Offender

    Meanwhile, during the night, Elora Daniels was watching a singing competition on television. Outside, the crickets from a distance chirped rhythmically; they gave her a sense of the familiarity of the nighttime. Although she wasn''t exactly fond of the TV show, it gave her comfort after a long day at work. She enjoyed an iced chocolate as she sat on the sofa. The richness of cocoa and the sweetness of sugar and marshmallows melted in her mouth. Just as she was about to unwind, the TV screen went dark because all the electricity in the house was abruptly shut off. A soft blue light emanated across the room as the dim glow of the television appeared.

    Great! She thought sarcastically. Her eyebrows furrowed. Two small vertical lines were etched between her eyebrows on her forehead. She suddenly remembered that she wasn''t able to pay her electric bill on time. It was because her income was meager. She and her colleagues were also frequently paid late.

    Elora had always wanted to be a teacher since she was a child. Growing up, she thought teaching was a noble profession. However, her relatives attempted to discourage her. They informed her that teaching is a low-paying profession. But she didn''t seem to mind. She wished to educate children so that they would be well-educated and well-mannered citizens. She thought that children were the country''s future. So she stuck to her fantasy. She studied education, passed the required national teacher examinations, and became a certified teacher. She''d been a teacher for ten years. Nonetheless, she was underpaid and undervalued. She was stuck in this unappreciated job.

    She sighed, disappointment carved in her face. "Well, I guess I will just eat outside then," she muttered to herself.

    She got out and went to a cheap eatery. She placed an order for a porridge. She didn¡¯t order a beverage because she already had one. She ate the warm and flavorful porridge and drank her chilly and pleasantly sweet homemade iced chocolate. Elora was just eating alone at the eatery. The server felt bad for her. Elora noticed that the server was looking at her with pity, so she consumed her dinner quickly. The server looked away and continued serving his other customers.

    After having a quick dinner, Elora paid for it and left the eatery. She went home and slept. She just ignored the heat in her room due to the fact that the electricity was out. She fanned herself to sleep. She dismissed the discomfort her body felt.

    Ring! Ring! Ring! It was 5:30 a.m. Elora had been awakened not by her phone''s alarm clock but by a phone call.

    "Hello?" Elora spoke in her sleepy voice. It was too early, and she was still sleepy.

    "Hello, sis," mentioned the caller.

    "Martha!" Elora uttered the name of her older sister. "How come you called so early? Is there something wrong?" Elora asked. She rubbed her eyes.

    "Can I borrow some money from you, sis? It is really urgent! Martha implored.

    Elora rolled her eyes and said, "Oh, please. I know what you''re going to do with the money," Elora replied. It was for buying drugs, Elora thought darkly. Elora replied in a skeptical voice; she worried where the money might go.

    Please, sis," Martha begged. "It''s not what you think it is! My child is sick.¡±

    "What? Where are you?" Elora bombarded her sister with questions. She was suddenly wide awake.

    "We¡¯re at the Archangel Gabriel Hospital," Martha answered. Elora knew that hospital. However, Martha and her daughter were two hours away from where Elora was living.

    To add, she was going to teach her students at 7:00 a.m. She couldn¡¯t afford to take a leave. Her students need her. Plus, she needed the money.

    "What happened to Abby?" Elora inquired.

    "She has dengue, and she¡¯s confined in the hospital," Martha tearfully replied.

    Elora asked her sister how much money they needed. Her sister answered her. Elora replied, "All right, I¡¯ll send the money. I will visit you and Abby at the hospital after school."

    "Thank you so much, sis!" Martha exclaimed.

    "Okay, I¡¯ll see you later. I love you. Bye," Elora responded. She hung up the phone; feelings of worry and determination mingled.

    Elora used her phone''s money-transfer app. She entered the total cost of the hospitalization and medications. The money was successfully transmitted to her sister''s phone after she clicked the "send money" button. They now had enough money to pay for the hospital and the medications. Elora exhaled a sigh. However, her small bank account savings decreased. Her heart sank, but at least she was able to help her sister and niece.

    I hope Martha doesn¡¯t squander the money I sent her, Elora thought. It¡¯s all I can give.

    Suddenly, Elora had an idea. She required Martha to send some screenshots on the phone of the whole transaction in the hospital.

    "Is that necessary?" Martha texted on the phone. "Don¡¯t you trust me?"

    "Sorry, Martha. But when it comes to money, after what you did, yes, I don¡¯t trust you,¡± Elora texted back.

    "Fine!" Martha replied.

    Elora had to wait for the screenshots. She took a bath and brushed her teeth while waiting. Elora checked her phone afterwards. White towels were wrapped around her hair and body. Elora saw screenshots of medical payments, medicine receipts, and even photos of the hospital and Martha''s daughter lying in bed and supported by dextrose. Martha was completely honest. Elora felt bad for having doubted her sister. Elora wore her uniform and black heels. Then she brushed and blow-dried her hair and applied light makeup. She went to school and taught her students.

    The whole day, Elora focused on teaching her students. At lunchtime, she ate her brunch in the canteen. She ate chicken curry and rice and drank a bottle of iced water. Elora wasn¡¯t her usual joyful self. Her voice was dreary, the lessons were dull, and there were no fun and playful activities. It was because, at times, she couldn¡¯t help but think about Martha¡¯s daughter in the hospital.

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    I hope she¡¯s okay, Elora thought. After school, she visited Martha and her sick daughter in the hospital. Elora brought a basket of fruits. The two sisters hugged each other. Little Abby was sleeping in the hospital bed.

    "The doctor said that Abby would be okay," Martha told her sister. "She just needs to rest for one week. Then after that, we will come home."

    "I¡¯m glad to hear that," Elora replied.

    Elora Daniels was born into a middle-class family. Her father was Frederick, and he was a police officer. Her mother was Rhoda, and she was a hairdresser. She only had one sister, Martha. She was a year younger than Martha. The two sisters were very different from each other. Elora had fair skin and brown hair. Martha had brown skin and black hair. Elora loved studying, reading books, drawing, writing, and singing. Martha loved cooking, dressing up, and socializing. Elora was an introvert, and Martha was an extrovert. But even though they were polar opposites, the two sisters used to get along with each other.

    Growing up, Elora was seen by her peers as the boring one, and Martha was the cool one. It was mainly because Elora was so studious; she was always alone, and she always stayed in the school library, reading a book at break times. She only had two friends in school, and her friends were quiet geeks just like her. On the other hand, Martha liked to get dolled up, go to parties with the popular crowd, and have many friends. Martha was the queen bee in school. But she hated studying, which is why her grades were mediocre. Elora, on the other hand, was a huge nerd. She was always at the top of her class.

    The two girls envied each other. Elora resented Martha''s popularity. Elora''s intelligence and abilities made Martha envious. However, they never told themselves this. They ceased being close after Martha started hanging out with the cool kids. The two sisters began to view each other from different angles as a result of envy. Martha was viewed as a bimbo by Elora. Martha considered Elora to be a loser. They would yank each other''s hair if they could hear each other''s thoughts. Ever since Martha hit adolescence and grew enormous breasts, she has become more popular. She dated many boys and switched boyfriends every three months. Her partners were also wealthy, attractive, and desirable. Elora rolled her eyes every time a guy gave Martha flowers and letters by her locker, and the couple walked and flirted in the hallways.

    One Sunday afternoon, Elora confided her envy about her sister to her favorite uncle, who was just staying temporarily with them because he was looking for a job. Uncle Herbert told her that she shouldn¡¯t be envious of her sister because she was beautiful, smart, and kind. His words uplifted Elora, and she smiled and hugged him.

    But one cruel night, Uncle Herbert sneaked into her bed and pointed a knife at Elora. He said, "Don¡¯t scream or tell your family about this, or else I will kill them." He forced himself upon Elora. She was just thirteen at the time. Uncle Herbert continued to rape Elora. Elora didn¡¯t tell anyone about it because she believed her uncle¡¯s threat.

    But a few months later, Elora¡¯s dad caught Uncle Herbert inhaling cocaine. He kicked him out of the house. Uncle Herbert went back to the province. When Uncle Herbert was gone, Elora realized this was her chance to tell the truth. Elora told her parents about the cruel crime he committed against her. Martha heard her. She was depressed because she wasn¡¯t able to protect her sister. Their parents were angry, and they sued Herbert. He was imprisoned and convicted. They never saw Herbert again. However, their father always blamed her mother for bringing her drug-addict and rapist brother into the house. Their parents argued all the time. Soon, their father left them and chose to live with a young and beautiful mistress.

    Martha started drinking, smoking, and doing drugs with her friends and boyfriend. She only did it to forget about all the crap that happened.

    However, Martha stopped using drugs after becoming pregnant by her boyfriend, Dante. She was concerned about the baby''s health. Martha became drug-free for nine months and two years. Dante left her for another girl. He justified his decision by stating that he was tired of their relationship and did not want to be a father. However, since Martha became a mother, she didn''t have the time to dress up because she was caring for the baby. Dante perceived Martha as ugly and haggard, and he assumed that she simply let herself go. Martha was devastated and depressed after her boyfriend left her. She relapsed. She resumed her drug use. Martha was caught by her mother inhaling cocaine in Martha''s room. Her mother was taken aback and disappointed. She had no idea Martha had been using drugs for quite some time.

    She committed Martha to a rehabilitation facility. Martha had recovered and flushed the drug from her system. However, anytime a major crisis made her depressed, she resorted to using drugs over and over again. She was in and out of treatment. She borrowed money from Elora the majority of the time. She lied about needing money for everyday necessities at home. Elora gave her cash. But she soon discovered Martha using drugs at her house. She also observed Martha handing money to a suspicious-looking man. Elora addressed Martha and told her to cease using drugs for the sake of her child. She even threatened Martha with another stint in rehab. Martha didn''t want to be separated from her daughter again.

    She promised Elora that she would no longer use drugs. She kept her word. Until now, Martha has been clean.

    Martha was still a student in college. She had been held back because she became pregnant at the age of sixteen and had to stop studying for two years to care for her child. She was also in and out of rehab for a year and four months. She was a college freshman. Martha was embarrassed by herself and her actions. She felt she had been extremely irresponsible. She envied Elora once more for being a responsible adult, graduating on time, and pursuing her dream of becoming a teacher. Elora, she thought, was perfect. Martha thought, I peaked in high school.

    But Elora wasn''t perfect. Elora had been keeping a dark secret for quite some time. She was particularly close to a male student last year. Atticus Campbell was the name of the male student. Atticus was a handsome, intelligent, gifted, and athletic student. He was slim and tall, with short blonde hair that was stylish, and he had emerald-green eyes. Despite the fact that he was a voracious reader, he never wore glasses because he had 20/20 vision. He enjoyed reading books and newspapers, playing tennis, singing traditional songs, and playing the piano. Elora enjoyed conversing with Atticus because he was intelligent and mature. Atticus seemed like an old man trapped in the body of a young boy. Atticus taught Elora a lot. He was more knowledgeable than her.

    As the two grew closer, Elora realized she was falling for her high school student. She was initially disgusted by her own emotions. But then she realized that Atticus was extremely mature for his age, and she had never felt this way about a man before. In fact, she came to the conclusion that Atticus was more mature than men her age! Elora believed that in an ideal world, there would be no laws prohibiting an adult from having a romantic relationship with a minor. She thought, what is the point of having such ridiculous laws? She believed that people of all ages should be together. She told her favorite student about her feelings. He admitted to having feelings for her as well. They began dating each other.

    They went on dates in secret. They always dated at her house or at her late grandfather''s beautiful cabin in a small rural town. She inherited the cabin because she was Grandpa Ernest''s favorite granddaughter. She did whatever she wanted with it. They had a candlelit dinner together. She prepared aphrodisiac foods such as steak, lobster, lab, turkey, and chicken in a variety of delectable variations. They always drank wine. They discussed books they had read over coffee and hot chocolate with marshmallows. The hot chocolate was a hit with Atticus. They made love many times in her house and her grandfather''s cabin. The student had lost his virginity to his favorite teacher. They continued their illicit relationship. She was twenty-one, and he was thirteen.

    If only Martha knew her sister¡¯s secret illegal activities, she would feel disgusted. Her admiration for Elora would turn into hatred.

 A Good Day

    The day after my first hangout with friends, I gladly went to school. My friends and I greeted one another, and they told me that they were looking forward to another movie session or just anything so we could spend time together. I was glad that my friends were happy to be with me. Today was the second day of class, and Miss Daniels was teaching us the first lesson in Earth Science. I was fighting my urge to yawn as Miss Daniels discussed our lesson. Something was off. Miss Daniels was not her jovial self today, unlike yesterday. Was she going through a personal crisis? I wonder what¡¯s wrong. I was concerned.

    I promised myself that I would study hard in this second life. I would concentrate in class. In my previous life, I was a truant who hated school. I wanted to enjoy school now. But I was only a child. Or rather, my reincarnated self was a grown man stuck in the body of a child. It''s natural for me or any other kid to become bored when a teacher is boring. I kept my eyes peeled as I listened to the lecture, keeping my promise to myself. Some kids had already fallen asleep, while others were struggling to stay awake.

    I had a feeling a student would be hit with flying chalk. But Miss Daniels simply scolded some of the students who had been sleeping earlier. Our teacher expected her students to respect her. She told us that we needed to respect one another in order to be respected. She stated that she would not tolerate disrespectful or slacker students. She suggested that we go to bed early so that we wouldn''t be sleepy in class. To be honest, I was fairly certain that those sleepyheads in class had not slept late. They were dozing off because their teacher was boring them to tears. As a respectful student, I would not tell that to that teacher because I didn''t want to hurt her feelings.

    Douglas and his cronies were among the students who had fallen asleep earlier. I was glad that our teacher had scolded them. Miss Daniels appeared to have marked Douglas, meaning that she would always remember him, but not in a good way. She would definitely keep an eye on his every move and call him out on any mistakes or misdeeds. I gave a wicked grin. Miss Daniels asked her students a few questions about the topic because she was disappointed with some of their behavior. They froze because they couldn''t answer the questions. I raised my hand to answer one of her questions. Other students raised their hands and answered the remaining questions. Our answers were correct. Our teacher praised us. On today''s voluntary recitation, she gave us each 100 points.

    "Nerds," Douglas muttered. Miss Elora Daniels completely ignored him. She was most likely preventing herself from developing high blood pressure. When her lessons were finished, she said goodbye to us and exited the room.

    Our male algebra teacher taught us the first lesson and gave us a surprise quiz to see if we understood the lesson. The majority of the class groaned. I knew I did well in the quiz. We checked each other¡¯s papers. I got a score of 9 over 10. After the second period, we had recess. We just nibbled on some snacks and drank coffee in the school caf¨¦.

    After recess, we had subjects like social studies, French 101, and computers. I paid close attention to the teachers as they discussed their lessons. I enjoyed social studies because it taught me about my country''s history. I was particularly interested in my country''s relations with other countries, its colonization and treaties with other countries, the betrayals we had experienced, and the nation''s role in World War I and World War II. As our teacher stated, we should be aware of our country''s history so that we do not repeat the mistakes of the past.

    In French 101, I learned the fundamental French greetings, words, and phrases. That language sounded wonderful and romantic. In the future, I hope to sound like that every time I speak.

    I was having some difficulty with the subject Computer. I was never a fan of technology. However, in order to keep up with the times and make my life easier, I should learn to use the computer effectively. A good understanding of computers and gadgets could also help me with future crimes. I asked Cody to tutor me every day after school so that I could catch up on computers, gadgets, and other technology. He readily agreed to assist me in this matter.

    Finally, after the three subjects were done, we had lunch. My friends and I decided to eat at a nice restaurant outside the school since we didn¡¯t like the meals that were being served in the cafeteria on this day. We ordered our meals and took our seats.

    "Didn¡¯t you notice something odd today?" I asked my friends. "Miss Daniels was not her usual upbeat self."

    "Yeah, I noticed that too," Alfonso replied. "It¡¯s like she forced herself to work today. Maybe she has a personal problem." He was eating a steak with corn kernels. He sipped his iced tea.

    "Maybe it¡¯s that time of the month," Bryan joked. He was eating roasted chicken and rice. Alongside his meal was a diet soda.

    "Don¡¯t try to get too close to Miss Daniels," Stephen warned me. He was eating carbonara, and then, after taking a mouthful, he sipped from the glass of his orange juice.

    "Why not?" I asked him. I was curious. I leaned forward.

    Stephen whispered to me, "They told me that she used to date a high school student."

    "Oh, Stephen! Come on!" Cody exclaimed. "Please don''t lie to Jake." My friends called me Jake. "The gossip is not true," he assured us. He apparently knew what Stephen had just said to me. Cody continued: "Miss Daniels has a boyfriend. Her beau is a young man around her age. I saw her walking with him in her neighborhood while holding hands." Cody ate his ramen. He drank a glass of water between breaks.

    "On second thought, Cody, maybe you''re right," Stephen pondered. "Miss Daniels is an excellent teacher. She is also gifted and popular. Because of her, we have consistently won national competitions in choir, band, and badminton. She is also friendly with students. A nice person like her would never commit such a crime."

    "Oh well, we all know I''m always right," Cody confidently said.

    After lunch with my friends, I spoke with Miss Daniels in the library. I asked her why she didn''t seem to be in the mood to teach the class and why she didn''t seem to be happy, unlike yesterday. Miss Daniels told me about her sister''s daughter''s condition and how she wished school was out so she could visit them in the hospital. I was taken aback.

    "How come you didn''t take a day off?" I inquired.

    "It¡¯s because I don¡¯t want you to be behind in your lessons," she answered.

    "But, ma''am, it''s only one day!" I spoke in hushed tones because we were supposed to be quiet in the library.

    "Well," she explained, "I am a dedicated teacher." She smiled weakly. She was, indeed. I couldn''t persuade her to take a break from teaching and go straight to the hospital. She was dedicated to her job as a teacher. She had a fantastic work ethic. She really loved her students. Maybe the gossip Stephen told us wasn''t true after all. Miss Daniels was a wonderful teacher.

    "I''m sorry about your sister''s daughter," I told her in a sincere voice. "I hope she recovers quickly." Dengue fever is a serious illness. I sincerely hoped that her niece would recover quickly.

    "Thank you for listening to me, Jacob," Miss Daniels stated. "You¡¯re such a good person." She gently squeezed my hand. She was a sweet young woman.

    "No problem, Miss Daniels," I responded.

    Douglas teased me outside after Miss Daniel left. He told me that I was a teacher''s pet. He made some lewd sexual gestures while joking that Miss Daniels and I were doing the deed. His antics made his friends laugh. I just shook my head and ignored him.

    ¡°Cut it out, Douglas!¡± Trisha, my female classmate, scolded him. Trisha had fair skin and blonde hair that she braided and wore in pigtails. She was really cute.

    "What if I don¡¯t want to?" Douglas challenged her.

    "Well, I¡¯ll tell Miss Daniels about what you just did," she replied firmly.

    "Snitch," Douglas spewed.

    "You¡¯re just jealous because none of the teachers appreciate you! Even other students in our class don¡¯t like you. They find you annoying. Only your loyal buddies tolerate you." I could see in Douglas¡¯ face that Trisha¡¯s words stung him. He walked out.

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    Our classes in other subjects continued. We had Religion, Values education, and Physical Education.

    We talked about Catholicism and the Bible in Religion. We discussed Adam and Eve and the original sin in our first lesson. Our friar teacher told us that because Adam and Eve were mankind''s first parents, we carried their sin as children or descendants. They ate the forbidden fruit (the bright and shining, delicious apple), which is how they learned what is good and bad. Because of this, women suffer from menstrual cramps and the agony of childbirth; men are expected to toil or work hard; and we die when we are old.

    Our next subject was Values Education. Douglas, I thought, needed this subject because he was rude most of the time and had more enemies than friends at school. I''m sure he was thinking of a smartass retort to Trisha''s words (too late, because he was definitely roasted!) or ways to make fun of her right now. Douglas was far from a gentleman. He fought everyone, regardless of gender. Anyway, our teacher stressed the importance of always being courteous, especially to elders. Afterwards, we had Physical Education. We only did cardio in PE. P.E. was a breeze for me because I was a werewolf.

    Months later, Miss Daniels and I became close. We discussed the fictional books we had read. Miss Daniels told me that her favorite genres were classic and contemporary books, primarily fiction and non-fiction biographies of historical figures. She enjoyed reading fantasy, horror, and crime fiction. Her favorite books were The Beast Behind His Portrait by Donovan Griffin, The Epiphany by Karina Coleman, Everlasting Love by Sandy Snyder, Timeless Fairy Tales by Orlando Wilson, Anneliese Bernadette Glenda by Lennox Taylor, McArthur¡¯s Promise by Robert O¡¯Brien, The Ghosts in the House by Ivanna Abbott, The Haunted Ocean by Nathaniel Gardner, Lilith¡¯s Apple by Lorraine Ford, and Lover by Vladimir Norris.

    I mentioned some of my favorite books to her, including The Tales of Horror by Edmund Paddock, The 3''Oclock Ritual by Sebastian Radford, and Blame by Scarlet Rainwater, to name a few. I didn''t tell her about the witchcraft and occult books I was reading because I didn''t want to scare her. Remember that I wanted to make as many friends as possible? I enjoyed talking with Miss Daniels because she was a bright young woman who spoke to me as if we were the same age. She never undervalued her students'' intellectual abilities. She talked about these books and how they influenced her worldview.

    Miss Daniels took her time analyzing the films and told me what she thought of them. I also shared my thoughts on these films, having seen them myself. She respected my viewpoints and praised my intelligence. I told her that I became wise because of what she taught me. She told me that I was sweet. To be honest, I had a good time with Miss Daniels. We had a lot in common and talked about everything and anything. She was close to other students from the chess and book clubs, in addition to me. We went to the movies with her at the mall.

    She paid for our milkshakes. We went to amusement parks with her. We sang at karaoke parties with her. She went to our special events and gave us gifts. She hung out with us like she was our older friend. To be fair, I really considered Miss Daniels my only adult friend. She was beautiful, intelligent, kind, and amiable. Miss Daniels and I have known each other for seven months.

    I followed Miss Daniels around one afternoon. I followed her to her residence. I was bored and interested in learning more about my friends. Miss Daniels was a friend of mine. There were times when I called her Elora because she preferred to be addressed as such. I pursued her through the cemetery. It''s strange that her house was so close to this morbid location. Then I went by a church. And then I rounded another street, and then another. She was on a bus. I was running after her. I didn''t need to ride a bus to be able to keep up with her. I was a werewolf with supernatural speed.

    I was finally outside her house. She was living in a trailer. She noticed me. Shoot! I had to come up with an excuse.

    "Are you following me, Jake?" Miss Daniel asked. I was not sure if she was curious or alarmed. Her voice raised, and wrinkles formed on her face.

    "No, I was just passing through. I was on my way to the convenience store to get some orange juice," I answered. How convenient.

    I was relieved to see a convenience store. Elora gave a nod. She accepted my explanation. We went inside the convenience store together. I purchased two orange sodas and two bags of cheese-flavored chips for myself and Miss Daniels.

    "Thank you, dear," she replied warmly.

    We then left the convenience store. Miss Daniels welcomed me into her trailer. I agreed to accept the invitation. We were now inside the trailer. It was small but clean. I wondered how she could live in such a small house. But then I remembered that in my previous life as Raymond Reid, I was also not wealthy. I only have a luxurious life because Lucifer transformed me into Jacob Dawson. A secret werewolf born into a well-off family. My parents were rich and famous. I was a fortunate child. It had been seven months. My mother''s tummy was as big as a watermelon, if not bigger! My baby brother would be born two months later. I was ecstatic! I''d teach him my ways.

    We were watching a movie with my beloved teacher. The electricity then went out. "Shit!" screamed Miss Daniels.

    "I''m sorry, Jake," she apologized. "You should go home. The heat in this trailer is unbearable."

    "You can stay at my house, Miss Daniels," I suggested.

    "Oh, I can''t!" She responded. She shook her head.

    ¡°I insist," I explained. "My parents are not home anyway."

    She sighed. "All right," she said, accepting my offer.

    I called my driver. He drove up to this trailer. We left the trailer. The driver drove us to my mansion. We entered my mansion. Miss Daniels was astounded by the beauty and grandeur of my mansion. Inside the car, we had finished our snacks. My maid offered us food, but we politely declined. At the time, we were stuffed.

    We went to my own movie theater. Miss Daniels and I were watching a movie called Why Me? It was about a beautiful model who was raped by a well-known actor. The model Danica was dating the actor Vittorio. The actor had a reputation for being a womanizer, but she dated him anyway. One drunken night, the actor raped the model. The model was distraught and depressed. She filed a complaint against him. Nobody believed her because the actor was well-known. It''s her word against a famous person. She was bullied by the media and the actors'' fans. She committed suicide as a result of depression. Her ghost haunted him, and he went insane. But despite her hauntings, Vittorio remained the same. He raped and raped various women.

    Pieces of evidence began to pile up and prove his crime. Another woman charged him with rape. She was victorious. Vittorio was found guilty and imprisoned.

    Miss Daniels began kissing my lips and then my neck when some steamy parts of the movie appeared. Then she stripped me naked and licked my skin. I was engrossed in the moment. I returned her kiss before removing her uniform, bra, and pants. But then I paused.

    I realized; this was wrong. Why was Miss Daniels having sexual relations with a minor student? Despite the fact that I was a grown man trapped inside a child''s body, I was well aware that what we were doing was illegal and scandalous! No, what she was doing was wrong. She was a responsible adult, and she deserved to be punished.

    When night fell, my werewolf instincts kicked in. My body began to grow fur, and I became stronger and wilder. I buried my fangs in her neck. I drank her blood. Then I slashed her heart and killed her.

    I removed her heart and placed her blood in a clear glass cylindrical container. Then I threw them all into the cauldron. I lit the black candles that had been gathered around the cauldron. I stirred the contents of the cauldron until it became a large mass of dark black and crimson. It had the odor of death. I kind of felt bad for Miss Daniels. But then I realized that I shouldn¡¯t feel bad for a hebephile like her.

    Not to mention that I was tasked with offering Satan the blood of extremely wicked people. I recited the incantation:

    My Dark Lord, I offer the blood of this malevolent human.

    This is for you, most evil and unholy one.

    Let this corrupted soul suffer in hell.

    Throw her at the massive fire and into the deep, dark well.

    Let the worms and leeches feed on her rotten body.

    This I ask in your unholy name, my beloved entity.

    May the blood of this sex offender feed you.

    And give you strength in this powerful spell.

    In the air, a large ring of dark smoke appeared. When a demon appeared, he pointed to the cauldron. The cauldron''s contents vanished.

    "The Dark Lord has accepted your offering," the demon informed me. I thanked the demon. My cauldron''s contents were magically transferred into the demon''s cauldron. The cauldron was resting in his scaly, skinny arms.

    I quickly carried Miss Daniel¡¯s body into my basement so that no one saw me. Then I put her body inside a black body bag. I called my driver. He approached me in the basement.

    "Daithrur, we have a body to bury," I told my driver.

    "Yes, sir," he politely replied.

    He was carrying the body bag containing Miss Daniels'' body. Daithrur was a demon who lived in the body of a corrupt police officer. Daithrur was another of Satan''s minions. He, like me, was eager to please the Dark Lord. Daithrur¡¯s human name was Rocco. Lucifer made certain that Rocco''s resume was flawless and that his ratings as a driver were excellent before he applied to drive for my family. Rocco drives quickly and efficiently. He was also a devoted servant to both me and Lucifer. Lucifer didn''t mind if someone served two or more masters in addition to him. As long as we shared the same goals and interests.

    Daithrur/Rocco and I visited Meraki City''s Cemetery for Wicked Souls. This cemetery was constructed to house the remains of people who had committed heinous crimes. This cemetery was built by Lucifer. This cemetery was lovely, with various kinds of trees, grass, and beautiful flowers and plants. Non-magical people, animals, and other creatures could not see this. They would be in awe of this cemetery''s glorious beauty if they could see it. However, this cemetery was one of Hell''s gates, and everyone who was buried there was doomed to Hell.

    Rocco and I dug a hole for Miss Daniels. We buried her six feet underground, then climbed up and sealed the hole, which served as her grave. I placed a rock on the ground. With a wave of his hand, Rocco magically transformed the rock into a grave, complete with Miss Daniels¡¯ full name and birth and death dates. An epitaph was written beneath that said, "A predator of children. May your soul rot in hell."

    After we buried her body, Rocco took me home. We took a bath in our respective bathrooms to get rid of the dirt, blood, and all the evidence of our crime. We also washed our clothes to get rid of them.