Angsty Daddy-Issues.

Justin's eyes twinkled with the pure lust of slaughtering-hour.
His father and him never truly got along. After all, you kill a boy's mother in front of him and the child is bound to have some angsty daddy-issues.

"So, what brings you back to my humble abode`, father?" Justin asked with a grimace on his face, and his nostrils flaring immensely.

"Please, just let me go! I will never return again!" The man pleaded, his brow drenched in the stench of regret.

"Oh, I know you won't." Justin roared back, and his mouth twisted and contorted into a perverse smile.

"Please, son! I beg of you!"

"You flatter me..." Justin gripped the axe in his fingers so tight it was quite possible his hateful sweat would bond his flesh and the iron together.

"But, please..." Justin began, and approached the broken soul of a father.


"Save your breath, you'll be needing it."