[center][h2][color=darkviolet]The Murder[/color][/h2]
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Samuel's stomach lurched as soon as he saw what he had just pulled from his pocket. Not because of the disgust he held for the thing itself, but for what it meant that he was holding it in the palm of his hand. Somehow this filthy person, this [i]thing[/i] could recognize and manifest the Murder. But how was such a thing possible? Samuel could not detect anything supernatural about the man. Cautious amusement rot away almost instantaneously, becoming something putrid. The disgust Sam had was for this bizarre merchant. He could not bring himself to trust this cretin. Not under these circumstances. Samuel placed the Murder back into his pocket, where hopefully it would take its rightful place.

[color=darkviolet]"I don't know who the [i]fuck[/i] you are,"[/color] Sam spat, [color=darkviolet]"But you are asking me to give you my soul. I don't want to be a monster, but without my soul I'm a husk. You disgusting, filthy demon, I shall [i]not[/i] be the victim of your Faustian pact today!"[/color] He made sure to maintain eye contact the entire time, calling forth the primal fears from the souls of all mankind. Whatever this creature was, Samuel was going to ensure that he felt the guilt of thousands. He would ensure this merchant understood that he Deserves This.