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stung his nostrils, forcing him to relocate to
another section of forest after each kill. Soon, half the forest
was littered with corpses in various states of decay; transforming
the lush landscape into a massive graveyard.
    Dorian hoped each life taken was a slap in
God’s Face; payback for His betrayal. Although proud of his
handiwork thus far, just killing God's Creatures wasn't enough. He
wanted to tear down EVERYTHING God had made.
    “Thou art worthy, O Lord,
to receive glory and honor and power: for thou hast created all
things, and for thy pleasure they are and were created,” Dorian mockingly recited Revelation 4:11. “ Ha! Here's a revelation
of my own. Since You have turned Your Back on me, Father, I will
defile Your Creation for the rest of my existence. An eye for an
eye, a tooth for a tooth; one betrayal for another, it will be my
pleasure to destroy all that You have created, because I deem You
unworthy. I will turn this entire forest into a wasteland – a Hell
on earth.”
    Desiring to cause as much suffering as
possible, Dorian stopped slaughtering and instead, maimed to feed
his hunger and hatred, blessing his victims with slow, painful
deaths. Wanting to destroy all of God's Creations, he didn't just
target God's animals. All life in the forest felt Dorian's wrath.
Using his razor sharp claws, he sliced through tree after tree,
just enough for them to slowly wither.
    “How do you like the dark transformation of
this forest, Father? I find it a mediocre representation of my own.
I'm sure I'll get it right though, because I'm not going to stop.
Do You hear me? I'm NEVER going to stop!”
    For months, he continued his destruction of
God's Creations, turning the forest into the living hell he
promised. Seeing this last attempt to put an end to his misery was
a failure, he spoke to God one last time.
    “I hoped that by committing these sins and
mocking Your Name, You would have the nerve to strike me down.
However, I can plainly see that You care not for any of Your
Creations, especially me. From this moment on, I will no longer
speak to You, or even speak Your Name. You are as dead to me as I
am apparently dead to You.”
    Dorian stalked away, deeper
into seclusion, turning his back completely on everything and
everyone he had faith in. He knew he would survive; he didn't have
a choice. He resolved himself with the knowledge that he was
destined for a sorrowful, meaningless existence for all of eternity
– God's apparent reward for his love and life of
service.
     
     

Chapter 4
Not Alone
     
    Thomas stood in the shadow of an ash tree
dressed head to toe in black, checking on the progress of who he
had dubbed 'the stray' or 'It'. Unfortunately, the progress was
pretty much nonexistent.
    He has strayed so far from his
potential.
    Lacking all the comforts he was accustomed
to, he absolutely despised these far too frequent trips to the
wilderness.
    I need a bath, or some
alcohol, or a cigarette – maybe all three at the same time –
anything to help take my mind of this pathetic place and that
miserable excuse for an enhanced being. Why am I even here anyway?
This is such a waste of my time.
    Thomas possessed a deficient attention span
which he considered both a blessing and a curse. Not able to stay
for more than a few hours at a time, he had probably not even
invested a whole week to his observation of the stray over the past
six months. However, that was plenty to see that ‘It’ was on a
continuous downward spiral.
    Ruminating over all he had
seen, revealed quite a few lackluster periods mixed with fleeting
of promise. Those were just enough to warrant his returns. Thomas
was shocked by how long it took for the blood lust to take hold. He
would become excited when 'It' fed on the rabbit, but then the
weeping and pleading with God made him want to vomit. The failed
suicide attempt was glorious – all the pain, anger and blood.
Following the trail of blood and fabric left in the wake of this
failed