Vincent Teller, a truly pitiful man.

  At a ripe age, merely twenty four, the family he had given his all towards had left him, giving in to the cold embrace of death, from a fault not far from his, but rather his dear old uncle, a cripple stagnating on the brink of life.

  The old cripple had given himself a hard choice, and had fallen through with it, giving himself the peace of mind that he would assuage his own pain.

  Through the agony, he took a large kitchen knife to his nephew's house, and slaughtered all the contained residents.

  Vincent came home, down and fatigued, and tired of his work. After entering and viewing the terrible scene, he sobered up, and as if in a trance, murdered his drowsy and fazed uncle, tearing him up to the bone.

  He then picked up the fallen corpses of his family, a beautiful wife and a young baby boy, and sat them at the dinner table, serving them their mutilated killer.

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  The entire event was recorded on the in-house CCTV, and Vincent was soon arrested for second degree murder, and sent to trial. He arrived guilty, and they charged him with a lifetime in prison, to think about his crimes.

  Conniving as he is fiendish, the devil lay in his abode, and watched, seeing and observing the events passing by, and gained a fleeting interest in the circumstances that Vincent attained. He chuckled and laughed, and fell down from hell, falling in front of Vincent.

  “I saw that you have caused a fatality of repentance, and I gained interest in your cause. Falling from vigor, I now stand to gain my strength back by conversing with you in an argument.”

  Too tired to understand, Vincent merely bobbed his balding head, and slit his eyes, carefull to observe should any action from the intruder cause him any pain or injury.

  The devil sat, unnerving, filling the room with his paranormal presence. He raised a crooked finger, red and bleached from lack of dry skin, and slowly poked a blackened claw into the soft skin on Vincent’s forehead. The latter gasped in pain and opened his eyes, staring fazed at the concerning abnormality before him.

  “So… Do you wish to die?” The devil asked, a grin forming on his bloodied face.