They were finally almost done wearing this vile creature. Just a few more touches to make sure his death wasn’t mistaken for anything like remorse. It also needed to be seen as an accident and the right person had to find the body and expose him for his crimes.
Months they had to wear this vile thing. Finding evidence for all the victims, or what they hoped were all the victims, hadn’t taken long. He sure liked his trophies. No, what took so long was that he existed in a cesspit. Everyone around him was as vile as he was. Even his servants couldn’t be trusted.
No, they had to hire a new servant. And then train them. All the while making sure the other servants didn’t get their hooks in her. Now her schedule was carefully planned so it would be her that found his body. Him having died while rejoicing in his sick pleasures.
His death wasn’t his punishment however. That was just to keep him from harming others. No, his punishment would come later. As they drug his soul back to their own body. To make sure he could watch as his empire and legacy was utterly gutted. Their screams as they watched the foundation of their identity crumble were the sweetest.
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