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Concieved by gloom,Iris draws his weapon and aims for his temple.Little he can do to the shadow that stares at him with unerving blankness that is stuborn to the point that it comes to this conclusion.Its presence never shyed from existence,with time it grew into the black matter of his brain.So much so that its sheer deniabilty felt like a sin,he couldn't screen himself from the vicarious monster that loomed large by the shadow.Yes he killed them,it all seemed so fair and doctrine.The little one strangled in sleep with a pillow,the wife bludgeoned by vase but the devilish signs still erupted in his head.All he thought to do next was to join them, BOOM!

Wow! I love the way you separate the parts of him to show that he is not completely in control. This sounds like the worst form of depression, coupled with schiziophrenia.