I remember the night like it was yesterday. I was out in the woods, hunting for game with my trusty shotgun in hand. As I walked deeper into the forest, the trees grew thicker and the night grew darker. Suddenly, I heard a noise that made my blood run cold.
It was a low chanting sound, coming from somewhere in the distance. As I crept closer, I saw a group of people gathered around a large bonfire. They were dressed in black robes and their faces were hidden behind masks.
I knew right away that these people were part of a satanic cult. My heart raced as I watched them perform their rituals, calling forth dark forces from beyond the veil.
But then something happened that I never could have expected. One of the cult members spotted me hiding in the shadows. Before I knew it, they had surrounded me, their eyes flashing with an otherworldly light.
I reached for my shotgun, but it was too late. They had me cornered, and I knew there was no escaping their wrath.
As they closed in on me, I felt a powerful surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins. I had trained for moments like this my entire life. I raised my gun and fired at the closest cult member, watching as they fell to the ground with a sickening thud.
The others didn’t flinch. They kept coming at me, their faces twisted with evil intent. But I didn’t give up. I kept firing, one shot after another, until the last of them lay dead at my feet.
I stumbled backwards, my heart pounding in my chest. As I looked around at the carnage I had caused, I knew that my life would never be the same again.
But I also knew that I had done what I had to do to survive. And in that moment, I felt a deep sense of pride in my ability to wield a gun with deadly precision. For better or for worse, I was a master of the art of killing.
Author: Opney. Illustrator: Dalli. Publisher: Cyber.
