A brazen downpour covered the entirety of the New York City.
Its just another evening in this busy city, the streets were flooded with passerbys, cars moving to and fro across the highway, civilians were moving while having their heads covered by the umbrellas they held.
The sky darkened but the city became brighter.
Streetlights beamed in every corner of the City.
The police siren blarred consecutively, covering distance with ease, what could cause such disturbance in this city?
A manhunt? A police raid?
No, It's a crime scene.
Police vehicles were all gathered together, present within the shadowed area of the rural terrains of the city, the backstreet..... since it's close to the black bay canal, it's famous for having packaged dead bodies dumped in the canal.
Dozens of officers were seen patrolling the crime scene.
Since it's dark, they all had torchlights imbued in the helmets they put on, with their hands covered with the white gloves they had on, they searched the entirety of the back street, in search of evidence.
The rain increased two folds.
The crime scene was locked up, sealed away from the attention of the civilians while they carried out their Investigations uninteruppted.
With a few minutes, a black mustang drove into the scene, parked alongside the other police vehicles, a black haired entity emerged from his mustang, with a pair of shades covering his eyes.
Dressed in a blue jacket, he approached the crime scene.
But he was stopped by the junior officers assigned to stop anyone from trespassing, not even journalists and news reporters were allowed into the scene, they were all blocked and were asked to leave.
He sighed softly, dipped his right hand into his pocket, he brought out his ID card.
Revealing himself to the police officers.
" We're sorry for not recognizing you earlier Detective Shawn, It's good to see you today " One of the officers voiced out with a bright smile on his face.
" Well it's understandable, you boys were only doing your duties as officers of this country, where is the chief? " He questioned, his voice stayed smooth while laced with authority.
" The Chief's currently with the other Detectives and major officers, they are all right there " the officer explained, pointing to a certain direction, the figure recognized as Detective Shawn nodded.
He tapped the officer on the shoulder before advancing into the scene.
He went straight to the crime scene, he could see his colleagues gathered together, three Detectives and two high ranked officers, the Chief was excluded from the numbers.
His eyes squinted, filled with worries.
" Good evening Chief, you seem troubled today " a voice erupted, returning back the Chief to reality, the Chief breathed a loud sigh of relief, he tilted his gaze, facing Detective Shawn, a smile appeared on his lips.
" You scared me Shawn.....why were you late? " The Chief asked, still smiling.
Detective Shawn stared at his fellow colleagues, his voice had already exposed his presence to them already, their eyes were fixed on him....he brought out a stick of cigarette, lighting it up afterwards.
" Sorry I was late.....I had quite the number of things to deal with, It's personal, had to jerk off to the latest pornstar in town " Detective Shawn explained, he puffed out smokes from his mouth.
One of his colleague giggled at his joke, a fellow Detective... her name were on her badge she had displayed on her chest.
Detective Anna Russell, a latino.
Quite busy I must say.
" What's funny? Detective Anna " Detective Shawn questioned.
" Nothing in particular, your humor is quite entertaining not gonna lie " She answered, given a brief yet understanding explanation.
" I see.....so what's up with today's dilemma, who are the victims? " Detective Shawn asked, he stared down..... glaring at the corpses displayed before him.
With just a single glance.....he could tell their origins.
" Hmmm, are this catholic priests? " Detective Shawn questioned.
" Yh, your intuitions are quite remarkable isn't it? the victims of today's murder case are four catholic priests, we were able to identify them, they were travelled from different states with the purpose of visiting an orphanage " Detective Daniel explained.
He's one of the Detectives present in the scene.
" Oh? doing God's work eh? what orphanage to be precise? " Detective Shawn asked.
" An orphanage known as Saint Peter's Light, their corpses were dumped here after their visitation to the orphanage this evening " Detective Daniel answered.
" I see..."
The crime scene remained silent, they watched as Detective Shawn took a step forward, he approached the corpses, he gently bent down..... observing the corpses from the distance.
" They have a total of four hundred and fifty six cuts right? "
" Twenty four broken bones each, and their necks.....they all have the same marks, from a glance, one could tell they were all suffocated by the pressure of a tiny rope, choking the life outta them and knocking them out "
" And not to forget.....the marks on the heart, a direct punch to the heart, that was the killing blow " Detective Shawn explained.
" Huh? what type of psychopathic method is this? " Detective Anna asked, she was disgusted by the explanation of Detective Shawn....she understood everything but the method used was something she couldn't understand.
" Every killer has their own signature "
" Some behead on sight, some slit throats.....some break necks while some destroys the heart with a single punch, different killers, different styles but this killer is quite special, quite different " Detective Shawn explained.
" Oh? why do you say that? " The police chief curiously asked, everyone paid keen attention to the words that were uttered from the mouth of Detective Shawn.
" Three months ago.....the same procedure got repeated "
" This time three nuns were victims, they were dumped on this canal as well, but the only difference between them was the fact that they were only inflicted with two hundred and twenty cuts "
" No outer bruises but they had the same wire marks on their necks, a sigh of struggle against a brute force "
" And the signature attack was repeated..... a blow to the heart, killing the target without any resistance "
" Chief....we may be dealing with a killer who focuses his attention solemnly on the church alone, to be able to get our hands on this killer "
" We need to get all records regarding the death of christians, especially the catholics "
" We may have a serial killer hiding within the shadows of the night "
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[Location: Saint Peter's Light Orphanage]
They were the first to be informed about the deaths of the priests who came visiting, all the orphans were gathered together in the church, the nuns had all the children on their knees.
They knelt before the altar, with their eyes glowed.
Its a sorrowful evening after all...
" Dear Father who art in Heaven, we have come before thee in tears, just this evening we lost the lives of three fathers you sent to us as a blessing and now they have joined you in the glorious Kingdom "
" We have come before thee seeking for your protection and guidance over the church as we mourn our fallen fathers "
" Let thy blessings and protections be upon us as we serve thee gloriously....."
The eldest of the nuns recited the prayer, she stayed on her knees, before the altar with tears rolling down her cheeks.
And behind her were the orphans gathered together, amongst them was the little grey haired one.
With the eyes of his fellow brothers and sisters were closed, their attentions were focused on the prayer being made.
A lopsided grin escaped his lips.
His eyes flickered brightly colored crimsoned.
He raised his head, glaring at the cross hunged on the wall, he kept a sterned look, glaring at the image of the son of God.
A chuckle escaped his lips.
This is year 2020.
This is the twenty first century.....
The Devil has been reincarnated into the modern world.