Fyodor Dostoevsky

Humans are rather interesting creatures, Man can be the most detestable thing alive, a monster and on the other hand they can be good, kind-hearted and all of that but the difference is that a human can be the worst creature alive, stained completely in black and red fresh blood but a human can never be pure.

A human can never be pure, If a human was pure then that is no human, That is rather an angel.

After all, earth is littered and ruined, why would there be something pure in such an unholy place?

You may not have been completely pure which is only natural because you're just a human being, Even if you try to deny it but at least you held some purity, Even if you don't realize it, but that needed to be protected, shielded and not by you as you can be the ruiner of your own purity.

And who should be your little protection, You may ask? Well that role of course had to fall on Fyodor.

Fyodor from the outside may have been mistaken for nothing but a terrorist, That only does evil but that thinking is purely idiotic, A foolish simple-headed person would've thought so.

Fyodor had a job, and that was to eliminate all evil on earth, to protect any purity that he doubted took place on earth.

He had saw you on multiple occasions helping ones in need after a crime scene or as such, While others ran away cowardly even after the attacker had left and left ash behind. Ah isn't that lovely?

The more he observed (a lighter word for stalked) you, He soon became very fond of you. You were such a lovely creature, who held purity, Something to be cherished. He soon used the strings he had in his hands and tied them elegantly to your back, without you even realizing it, of course you didn't, this was Fyodor, a master manipulator.

And shortly enough you were in his palm, dangling your feet, unaware of where he had you.

...........

At the current moment you were sat on a chair, just waiting for Fyodor to arrive as the reason you were there in the first place was because he had told you to go there. The room was quiet and so were you as you waited for him. Infront of the chair you sat on there was a set up canvas and a small table that was positioned next to the chair you sat on, on top of it was a simple paintbrush and a cup that held water in it.

Soon enough, you heard that familiar boot clicking noises on the ground that got closer and closer until— the door opened, Making a small creaking noise at first before opening completely, showing Fyodor who closed the door behind him, So elegantly. You could see a small scalpel in his hand but you didn't pay much attention to it.

He walked closer and closer towards you before stopping Infront of you. He reached out his palm Infront of you, signaling you to put your hand ontop of his, when you complied and did so, he pulled your hand towards his lips, his cold lips touching the back of your hand, Kissing it softly before pulling your hand back down. But that loving action was quickly followed by the blade that swiftly cut your forearm, Blood dripping down your forearm. He moved his hand to hold your chin whilst his thumb pressed onto your lips, Shushing you.

"маленькая крыса..shh.." he whispered softly in a loving and sickly soft voice. He then let go of your chin and grabbed the paintbrush, he soaked it in the cup of water on the small table and then he then placed the brush onto the cut he had created, Letting the brush absorb your blood. He then looked back at the canvas before pulling up the brush from the cut and starting to paint you in an old fashioned-style painting.

"..your blood looks beautiful, мой ангел" He said whilst painting. He had used your blood as paint, Because it was so beautiful, Pure and it put so much more meaning in the drawing.