All sins are equal in the eyes of God, but I’m not God. One sinner made me his sin, and I can’t let men like him live. I want to kill them. Every. Last. One.
Ezra James is no different. I was going to kill him, but then I found myself obsessed and possessed in the most reverent of ways. I became his sinner, and he became my sin, but the wages of sin is death, so I must kill him.
The son of a whore, raised by criminals, molded to fit into a world without morals. I’ve never given a shit about anything until the night I watched a man drop dead at the feet of my little killer. She called to my depravity, and everything in me demanded that I take her, possess her, own her. Some monsters hide behind the faces of angels.
Damned. Broken. Irredeemable.
Through blood, absolution shall be found.