"A reason?" Red asked, more to himself than Sincentius.

Had there ever been a reason? After butchering so many people over the years, had he ever provided a reason for even one of them? He supposed that he hadn't, but it didn't seem all that complicated either. In fact, in his mind, it seemed quite simple. But if it really was so simple, then why was he in those chains to begin with? Was in true what Sincentius had told him? Had he failed to yet accept who he was? It was time to change that then. It was time to fully embrace who he was, who he was always meant to be, no matter what punishment he might ever have had to endure for his actions.

"I kill because . . . I like to make people suffer. I like to hear them scream and watch them bleed. I like to watch the life fade from their eyes. And I'm addicted to it too. Like a drug addict waiting for their next fix. I wait for that perfect victim. That victim whose death will give me the high I seek. I suppose that's similar to drug addicts too . . . to take a life sends a feeling through me like no other. A feeling of supreme power. Blondes and brunettes do the most for me . . . big tits . . . long legs . . . I don't even understand why that is, but it's what has always worked best for me. What has always been best for fueling my high . . . my power.

"Of course, taking the lives of other types works for me too. Each time I've killed a cop or another enemy who got in my way, it's never failed to give me that energy. It's just not nearly as strong. And that brings me to the most important and simplest reason of all as to why I have murdered so many god damn people: I am evil and I do not give a fuck about who I harm along the way in my never-ending quest to gain more power, to continue being evil. Some men just want to watch the world burn . . . and I am undoubtedly one of those men."

Sincentius smirked as he watched the chains attached to Red begin to crack before falling from his wrists, ankles, and neck, hitting the ground, where the metal shattered in thousands, possibly millions of tiny shards, scattering across the concrete. Red looked down at the remains of the chains which had plagued him for so long, moving his hands around and squeezing them, trying to get the stiffness out of his wrists caused by the shackles.

Looking back up at Sincentius, Red then said, "That's better. I must thank you, for leading me down that path of freedom. Something I'm not sure I would have ever achieved on my own in this . . . place. The Gate of Wickedness, you say?"

Sincentius nodded before Red continued, "Now how about we go try that key out so we can secure our escape to the world of the living where we can be more . . . effective? Unless there's something else?"

"I see no reason to further delay our progress."

The two then began to make their way back to the double doors, Red able to move with much more mobility with the bothersome chains now gone.