1 Monster

"Evil is not man-made. Evil is natural, like the sun rising each morning, the moon revolving around the earth, and the strong eating the weak."

- Jeremiah Hobb

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It would be a lie to say the aroma that permeated the air with the flip of the pan didn't entice the very senses sending one into a frenzy of madness. 

Butter. Rosemary. Salts and Peppers. And finally the main cause for triumph, the very rare type (and I mean extremely rare) type of meat which frolicked across the surface of the pan in unbridled delight

Oh what I would do to already bathe in it's essence and taste the wonders it offers but the time is not right, the table not layed and the steak not cooked thoroughly - ah! and how could I forget the special guest not accommodated

And my monologue not rehearsed and spoken to absolutely no one - speaking of which I might as well complete so beginning..

In Carolina Kepnes' famous work, 'You' it follows our protagonist Joe Goldberg, as he struggles to come to terms with the atrocities and suffering he caused and ultimately he rejects them.

Finding it far more poetic and dramatized to kill himself and the whispers of blood and slaughter along with

Interesting isn't it? I would like to go into further detail but I wouldn't want to spoil...moving on, it's by that foolish reasoning that while I absolutely adore the book and show included - no matter how much they ruined his character for me in Season 4 - that I can say for certain without a doubt, despise him and his mentality

Surely everyone must hate someone or something an antithesis to their character for whilst he is repulsed by that side of him, blackening the mirror whenever the shadow looms overhead,

I accept it or more better said I accept myself

I know what I am, what I've done and who I've done in and I accept it, the atrocities and violence, all of it. The evil and the even more sinister 

Do you think if the Big Bad Wolf of the silly children's fairy tale of the Three Little Pigs discovered it was the antagonist and villain of the story to these three succulently delicious bacon on legs, it would change it's way, deprive itself of food, reject its natural instincts and starve itself until the withered bony visaed of death echoed its name and dragged it down to hell? No! I answer so why should I?

For you and I should already know that I am and always will be a monster

You need more proof to it? Well look no further...

Lying dormant in the sitting room, a body slept mangled and stretched across a thin plastic foil, oozing the scarlet liquid that brought life.

Stripped and mutilated beyond identity and ripped of limbs and arms essential to live as a human being not that he would need to anymore of course

The sight was a vile one indeed enough t make any sane or normal person hurl their inside into the nearest bin and more

You can rest easy though, no one will remember him, his disappearance will just be a grain of sand that obviously wont withstand the test of time.

No family. No friend, associates spouse or anyone of the sort that would come looking for him. I made sure of that

Quite an lonely soul right? I moved my body to the sofa that stood firmly in front of such a disgusting view.

Grasping hold of the book that desperately sought my attention before instantly losing myself in the battle and delirium that it brought

I'm starting to like you more than I already do, Sukuna

You perfectly embody everything I strive to abide by and more - hell I think you coukd teach me a few things yourself and more

'Eat when I want to eat, kill if someone is distasteful and throw a bone if they are interesting

What I would do to be able to live so lavishly and greedily, have the only thing that matters in the world to be my own pleasure and displeasure

But seriously with all these pesky laws that restrict my freedom to fulfil my natural unnatural urges it's no wonder that people like me are born

After finishing the JJK volume, I packaged the meal with precise care and gentleness after all this fine delicacy will be the utmost priority for when I return to devour it's contents. After ensuring it was in a satisfactory state the meal I departed from the kitchen to take care of my nuisance of a guest

Snuggly wrapping the paper thin plastic around his besieged body, I stuffed his body into a thickened trash bag before taping around it and sealing it shut - air tight

And with a great heave, dragged the formerly named Tommy Guntes into the chilled basement before engulfing his body in ice bags organised before hand.

I wanted to do more however but the timer on my watch alerted me that I had to leave now to continue on with my everyday schedule to which I instantly packed my belongings into a simple, sleek suitcase adorned in a dull metallic sheen and imbued with the depressing scent of work, sweat and the overtime

I straightened my tie, unwrinkled any unsavoury wrinkle, fixed my hair to amend any discrepancy that the needed bit of manual labour could have caused before exiting the department and boarding the 8:30am train to 23rd Street

Whilst I would like to bore you with more formalities, introductions are due aren't they, you've had a small glimpse of my lifestyle - I would kill any other person that had the opportunity to do as you had, but you're different...special

You see me for who I really am so the least I can do is provide my name.

It would be rude of me to not allow you to get to know me

See everything through my eyes and hear the world through my ears, if I were quote from To Kill a Mockingbird 'You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view...until you climb into his skin and walk around in it'

My name is John Moorey, an irrelevant name labelling one of many boring figures, currently 23 years old and living in the North-eastern side of New York where no one locks eyes, gazes never wonder and whispers of blood are non existent.

I enjoy reading, eating everything in between and though I dislike it, socialising with others since if I desire to maintain the perfect persona of young and youthful office worker just finally making it to the big scene of life, partying and drinking with friends does well to paint that image

Truly perfect. Everyday I leave the house at 8:25 to catch my 8:30 train to where I monotonously suffer and sweat in the

American dream of 9-5, restricting my urges to the kill guy loudly choosing to chew his food instead of working while I slave away next to him or strangle the lady constantly chatting away on her phone with blatant disregard to her other associates and their deadlines

But that's other news what matters is my nightly outings I use to satiate the hunger, where I scout people, dumb and naïve enough to follow but the main part is how isolated they are

Do they have any friends ,partners, family or colleagues that care or even exist in the first place to come looking

That's where problems arise.

I brushed away my conversation for a brief moment to relish in the cold winter air that nipped the cheeks and ravaged the shins, allowing only the rhythmic heavy steps across the road paved to the other side to tickle my ears 

I meandered through the bustling crowd of puppets each marionetted and controlled by a different string of life, each had a unique flavour or aroma to them each one no matter lacklustre the flavour contain a beauty so unimaginable.

My desire to suck and savour the sweetness that every person on that road provided was intoxicating almost clouding my judgement...that was until every single sound came to a stop as an understandable confusion bubbled up inside

And I then I the overwhelming urge to look down as the wind beneath my feat grew and anxiety transformed to palpitation

Giving me no chance but to look down...and I did and all I saw was darkness.

Everything in that moment has ceased before this almighty malevolent void whilst the voice that would etch it's sound across my soul, make me know true weakness spoke.

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For the first time in 19 years of living i felt incomprehensible fear.

So this is how it felt? Is this how my victims felt when placed in front of unreasonable calamity? What is this creature? What does it want from me?

Inescapable madness splurged inside my head, crawling and weeping tears of lunacy that brought me to brink but all but one question lingered

Was this all your doing?

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[A/N* Yeah this novel is back serialising hopefully since I've been meaning to get around to this and felt like taking a short little time away from the Gojo fic to do something more dakr and unexplored 

Honestly when I was thinking of ideas for this fic I was almost ready to give up since I'm honestly not at a level enough to write about a character experiencing their first death and kill so I had to think of a character that was more crazy and had a huge murder boner but aalso had a similar philosophy to Sukuna so I came up with this guy 

I obviously took inspiration from shows and books like You, Hannibal Lector, Dexter, Barry American Psycho so if you see a whole tv show serial killer thing here that's probably it anyway

If you feel there are any ways I could've portrayed his character better or done this chapter better please mention it in the comments see ya*]