We did it.

We finally did what it was created to do.

My hands felt sticky from the mess I just created, clothes splattered with it. It was everywhere.

His eyes weren't alive and shining anymore, they are now dull and lifeless. His scream now into an ever lasting picture, though no words or noise came out.

He was now no longer here. Alive.

He was now dead. Gone to Hell itself.

"Oh well," The voice inside my head says. "He got what he deserved, didn't he? It was going to come eventually."

It was right. My voice, protector, saved me from this threat.

My inner self forced my mouth to smile, a tear streaming down my cheek.

"It will be okay. There's nothing to worry about anymore." I felt an invisible hand caress my cheek. "Nothing will hurt you ever again. I'll make sure of it, my angel."

I stared at the now fresh corpse before taking a nice, long shower.