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by Apathy Jack

She was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

Standing naked, covered entirely in blood and semen, the flickering light from candles clearly fashioned out of human fat making her a chiaroscuro of the obscene.

A gentleman couldn't help but fall in love.

"This is not the time," came the high-pitched squeak of my companion.

I glanced at her, irritated that she should break my admittedly somewhat unprofessional train of thought. My assistant looked up at me, blonde hair and self-consciously punk-esque clothing awash in multicolours. Colours that a further glance revealed to be cast by the tatoos on the lampshades.

"No, really," came her squeak. "My visions have not led us through some of the darkest corridors of shadow we've ever journeyed down, through veritable lakes of human depravity, only to have you stare like a slack jawed teenager at the most morbidly sadistic serial killer humanity has ever birthed." She tugged the sleeve of my expertly tailored faux-Victorian suit, more serious now. "She's too dangerous. More dangerous than any of the evil we've faced in the last two years. She's human, and she still does these things."

"Listen to your friend." Her voice was like a dagger of ice - the voice of cold, untraceable murder. "While it may be that I stir some fascination within you, everything you believe in and fight for finds it's antithesis in me. The ordered and sane world you strive for is repulsed by my very existence. Last night, I convinced a Nun to help me murder, and to fashion the remains into an artwork of meat and horror. I did this for no other reason that curiosity; I wanted to see if I could."

"Yes," I thoughtfully fingered the scarab broach pinned to my lapel, a momento from the Case of the Peripatetic Pyramid. "When you put it like that, I suppose it becomes most simple."

I reached down to where she was standing, and casually snapped my assistant's neck.

"Time to become someone else, then."

I took her extended hand, and, treading carefully lest my Gucci loafers slide in an undignified manner on the gore covered floor, I moved into her embrace.