You want to know what's in my mind? I really don't think that is a good idea for all of you and for those who are faint of heart because my story has no happy endings nor does it end in anything but blood.
My name is Robert. T. Miller but I don't use my middle name all that much anymore because it reminds me of my father who I hated very much, but we will get to that part soon.
I grew up in L.A the town where anything can happen and nothing is as it seems. My father was a bastard drunk and my mother? Well she was a sweet kinded woman who never did any wrong not even when my father would beat her up.
At the age of 3 I took out my anger on animals, it started first with tearing the wings off of flies and then became the killing of my annoying neighbour's dog at the age of 5.
Animals started to go missing around town and no one knew why, though I knew because it was my doing. When I was 7 I took them and killed them in various different ways and loved every moment of it.
One day my bastard father saw what I was doing and beat me up for it, so naturally I defended myself but he got the best of me and my mother stood there not doing a f***ing thing to stop the bastard.
At the age of 10 I had enough of them both and took a knife from the kitchen finding them both in their bed and that is when I killed them. My mother I killed fast and without much pain but my father? Well I cut that son of a bitch up bit by bit until there was only blood and gore left on the bed next to my mother's dead body.
I then put the knife in the hands of a man I found walking the streets homeless and made it seem like he had killed them and then himself. when the police were called I acted like the scared little boy, a perfect proformence if I do say so myself and they were none the wiser.
I was then taken to live with my aunt who took me in gladly and gave me a good life, anything I wanted I would have no matter how dark and twisted it was. We had a good life together and when I turned 15 she decided I was old enough to be let into her secret room.
When we got there I saw things of magic,dead bodies sacrificed and candles all over the place. I then understood where the killer gene came from and that made us closer.
I kept killing but at the age of 18 I was sent to millitary school to try and teach me how to be a man, naturally I hated it there and one night everyone was found brutally killed in the camp and I was no where to be found.
when I was old enough I went out on my own and started to kill pretty girls who turned me down and I loved it. Each one was found in their home cut up and some had limbs missing while others had the eyes missing as well.
After a while I got tiered of all that and so I moved on to killing groups of people in the most twisted ways I could think of like for example tying them all up to a wheel that slowly tore them apart and again when the bodies were found the eyes were missing.
I also killed a cop that found me by knocking him down and putting his arms and legs into bear traps and then they closed on him one by one and when he couldn't move I cut him open from his stomach to his head letting the insides come out.
when I was 25 I found one of my aunt's many magic books and being already trained in the dark arts I called up a demon. This demon was impressed by the sacrifice I made for him and thus he turned me into a demon.
With my new found immortality I was free to kill as I saw fit with no one to get in my way. There were of course demon hunters, but they were all found with out their eyes,tongues and hung from trees where their insides fell out after I cut them through with my new found claws and my trusty knife as well.
I am now 47 but I do not look it of course and I love that fact all too much. I have killed over 500 people in my time and 1000 more after becoming a demon.
Now I know what you must be thinking, I am doing this because I have motive or for power and sh*t like that but I am here to tell you I do it for only one reason... I love it too f***ing much to ever stop.
Every year I step up my game and everytime the cops are clueless to stop me. They have come to call me the Phantom Killer and it is a name that I embrace because I love it so much. I have also been known to kill for the Mob when it pays me to do so and even that I have come to love as well.
Do you dare step into my world? I warn you, it might be the last thing you ever do
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