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BUTCHER OF ALASKA II ( SACRIFICES NEEDED)
Elijah's POV
I walked through the vast expanse of the Alaskan wilderness, my heart pounding with a mix of trepidation and determination. The weight of the dagger in my hand was a constant reminder of the choice I had made—the belief that I was releasing souls trapped within their earthly vessels.
The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the snow-covered landscape. My footsteps were muffled by the thick layer of frost as I approached the first sacrifice—a man who had unknowingly become a pawn in my twisted reality. His face was a portrait of confusion and fear as I raised the dagger, my hands trembling with a mix of guilt and conviction.
The wind seemed to whisper secrets, and the trees swayed as if in mournful acknowledgment. With a swift, desperate motion, I...
I walked through the vast expanse of the Alaskan wilderness, my heart pounding with a mix of trepidation and determination. The weight of the dagger in my hand was a constant reminder of the choice I had made—the belief that I was releasing souls trapped within their earthly vessels.
The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the snow-covered landscape. My footsteps were muffled by the thick layer of frost as I approached the first sacrifice—a man who had unknowingly become a pawn in my twisted reality. His face was a portrait of confusion and fear as I raised the dagger, my hands trembling with a mix of guilt and conviction.
The wind seemed to whisper secrets, and the trees swayed as if in mournful acknowledgment. With a swift, desperate motion, I...
