The Kill Fee

The thought of being in control, of knowing that you have stripped God down to being nothing more than a mere mortal. The rush of the title sends an electrical current rushing through your body and the hairs on your arms begin to stand rigid.

You are immortal because you know the weapon you flaunt without remorse can protect you – only you. You know that it answers to your every whisper, your every glance and you begin to feel alive.

Empowered. In control.

Your senses cloud and for a second you are overtaken by this armor you wear. You forget for just a moment that your design is the same. You forget to control and in one moment, you have become the God you once cursed for the pain He put you through. You stare at the outcome and you phase back into mortality.

You have killed.

You’re title: A Killer.

What would your fee be?

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