[color=4B0082]His smile hypnotized me, giving me these unknown feelings. Sometimes I found myself up into the sky, thinking about the time we could spend with each other. And sometimes it fell down the valley, with me sobbing endlessly into my eyes had swollen red. But his smile kept my day brighter. His image is the thing I kept dreaming. And I understand his actions, his message that he is trying to transfer. Others were fools to stand against or run away from him. Could they not understand, that he is trying to giving them free from the wicked world? That their screaming and painful is only for a small price to pay in order to gain his blessing in the afterlife. That the horror and wickedness they saw in him was the final farewell before they enter a more beautiful world. Currently, our team leader is Odin, the Second, the Right Hand of High Father, and various other titles. He had seen the message sent by Hercules before his death. All of us saw it, the American, the Nordic, and the Asian all saw it. And so am I. His action in those images pleased me, as I could see how he sent them to our Beloved Father. He was rough in the beginning, but his art had perfected in the end. His artwork starting from a third grade drawing into Leonardo level. And all others feared him, disgusted by what he did to his kind, blasphemed him with words that I had never heard off. Only I understood and appreciated his work of art. Only I could understand him. The only worthy for him to spend his time with. Only I should be next to him. And I should be with him and maybe bring him some gifts as well.

	Soon, we will be together. And I look forward to every second I have with him. Every single one of them.[/color]
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	Oedipus felt disgusted looking at people in this Medieval-like town. The way these townsfolk interacted with each other reminded him of what he does not possess. He had killed his brethren to reclaim what he does not has, only to be awoken by the harshness of life. He had taken others, to gain some precious time. Why is it that he is the one that lack and others have it abundant? Why does it have to be him to suffer? Why, if God had said he created everyone equally, then why does it have to be him? Maybe, his purpose was to make these people suffer. He had killed his emotional brethren, but he had never killed those in his real life. His eyes begin to search for his first real-life victim Slowly, the kid that Tabitha is talking? Maybe. The Peasant that the Little Angel just speak to? Again maybe. How about all of them? Yeah, that will suit him better. After all, he possesses the power from this mask. 

	Searching for the back of his memory, Oedipus made out a small song in his brain and words that he had created second ago start to come out from his crow mouth.[color=DC143C]"Tortured them till they go numb. Let them scream till they can't squeal. Gouge their eyes out, so they can’t see the life they used to love. When the world is full of death, suffer, and pains of many others. Maybe that day will be the day that I seek and love.” [/color]And the bounded being began to laugh. Sounds of the crow coming from its mouth as it realizes how it had granted the power to make them suffered. Although it depended upon time and knowledge from Father, why restraining himself now? The cop is not here, and others do not have the power nor the will to kill him yet. Even if he died, he will be reborn again. But, it is still a shame that he had dropped his knife at the beginning. But oh well, maybe he will have to find another tool. Surely, those peasants have some knife, and pitchforks, do they? Or maybe he should wait to take his time to test his power? Yes, that would be a great idea.

	With his next move had been thought through, Oedipus started to quiver as his body begin to break the silvery thread around him. The thread started strangling his body, creating ligature marks on him. The further Oedipus tried breaking it, the more he bleeds from the marks that had now cut deep into his arm. But it could not hold long before the thread started to snaps. It would be a long process; Oedipus knew. But the thought of him murdering all this town folks when the right time came played him. And it wanted him to be cunning this time. So, he will be patient, be kind to those around him for a certain time to earn their trust. And when the right time comes, he will strike.