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Less than ten steps after, both of the officers stopped next to a door. “Mess hall” said the sign next to the door; many voices could be heard coming from the room. The detective opened it and stepped inside; the whole mess hall was being used as a control outpost for the police.

-Josh! Took you long. So, latina à la Blazvik yesterday? – a man in a brown trench coat walk towards the detective.

-I’d have dumped her sooner if I knew you had organized a party like this, Carl.

-Glad you like it. The body is in the kitchen. We’ve locked it down to prevent body degradation.

-How thoughtful. What did you make out of it?

-Nothing much, but you better see for yourself. – the man turned to one of the CSI technicians – Unlock the barrier.

-Sure, detective Watson. – the small technicians got up from his post and headed towards an electrical barrier near the kitchen’s double doors located opposite to the mess hall door, behind the food counter.

-I assume I should follow him, right, Carl?

-No, you should stay right here and enjoy your party. Go on, the faster you see it, the faster we all go home. Our CSI’s haven’t touched the body itself yet so don’t contaminate anything.

-But those guys who lead me here said that the body had already been searched.

-They told you what we told them. If you have to blame anyone, blame us.

The technician started typing on the barrier control console, disabling it in less than 10 seconds. The detective swallowed hard and walked towards the double doors; the stench of a putrid corpse invaded his nostrils, forcing him to take a step back. Watson approached and handed a mask to Blazvik, which he quickly accepted. His heart was racing; from what he could tell from the others’ reactions this wasn’t a regular murder. He had longed for this excitement ever since the mob exodus and his prayers had been answered. He walked forward with a wicked smile painted on his lips. The doors opened.

-What the...

His mood suddenly changed; he was no longer excited. Fear and confusion overwhelmed him as he looked at the macabre show. A seemly female body was hanging by the wrists in the middle of the small kitchen; the face was unrecognizable, probably burned with acid; the skin and part of the flesh had been stripped away; no internal organs could be found on the body, but as Blazvik looked at the nearby cooking pots he could see the organs inside them. The room was covered in a red mist, probably because of the boiling blood inside some of the cooking equipment. Something caught his eye: there was something inside the swollen belly of the victim; a dead fetus. The thing’s eyes were missing, replaced by two industrial sized nails stuck to the brain. Blazvik felt his sanity fading away for a moment, but managed to collect himself; he had to look at the crime scene objectively. If not, he would be useless. He inspected the wrists which were tied to the ceiling lamps by chains with small spikes. The hands were missing, but he wasn’t surprised. As he looked down, he noticed that the acid burns on what seemed to be the face were a way of preventing eye and dental recognition. Also, the feet had been chopped off so the detective could assume it was a pro but the sole fact that someone had gone this far as to mutilate the body to this extent lead Blazvik to believe this was a murder of passion. He inspected the surroundings; the room had been thoroughly covered in blood, with great delicacy, like a masterpiece; the victims intestine had been placed around the murder scene, forming what it seemed to be a shape of a heart; shards of glass belonging to the lamps filled the floor, and cracking noise could be heard with every step. He pulled a small flashlight out of his old leather coat and pointed it at the ceiling, noticing that even the ceiling had been partially painted with blood, which made random blood drops fall.

-It’s... too much blood. – said the detective.

-Sir, do you need some fresh air? Feeling noxious? – asked the CSI technician.

-No, not that... This much blood can’t come from a single person. There are more bodies somewhere! This is like a piece of art! To reach such magnificence, the murderer had to collect the materials first.

-So should we be looking for other bodies?

-No. – there was silence for a few seconds – the artist wouldn’t destroy his masterpiece by putting it next to the failures... We won’t find the bodies here.

-Detective Watson said you have a strange way of looking into things. I think I understand what he meant by that.

-There has to be more to it than this... Most artists are narcissists; they want to be recognized, worshiped even. He must have labelled it, somehow. You guys haven’t touched the body, right?

-No. Nothing at all. We were told to wait for you.

-Good...

Blazvik walked towards the body and searched it more careful; judging by the size and bone development, the fetus was 28 weeks old, but the body of the supposed mother was too slim; the fetus could barely fit inside the uterus and the belly had clearly been forced to expand, which ruptured some muscles and flesh. Another detail also caught the detective’s attention; the victim’s hymen was intact.

-The baby isn’t hers. This woman is a virgin. Tell the info department to check for hospital records on pregnant women and see if anyone is missing the weekly checkups.

-Alright. – said the technician as he walked away from the site.

The detective took another look at the fetus; apart from the missing eyes, there was nothing strange to it. He put on a forensic glove and approached the fetus’ skull with his hand and attempted to remove the nails but a jolt of electricity hit his hand the moment he touched it. Blazvik tripped on a piece of flesh as he tried to step back, landing on his lower back. Suddenly, the sound of bones breaking filled the room and two metal wing-shape mechanisms came out of the victim’s back and the fetus’s mouth started moving; a voice, which seemed to belong to a young man, could be heart coming from the mouth.

“And now, behold, my dears, as I create transcendental beauty out of this tainted flesh. You’ve strayed from the true path long enough but I will allow you to be the witnesses of my ascension! Behold the true angel... My own, personal angel”

As the officers and CSI’s approached the scene the voice started repeating itself.

-Josh, what did you do? – queried Watson, with clear fear in his eyes.

-The wings... angel; the heart... motherly love; lack of face... inhuman beauty; a virgin with a child...... angelic impregnation...... No... This guy... He... He created a Virgin Mary.

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Trivia:
-While writing this I was listening to "It's Only the Fairy Tale" by Yuko Miyamura. This song was presented to me by the space cadet since I haven't seen Mai Hime yet. Downloading it now xD
-It took me around 4 hours to write it, whish is good when compared to how long I take to write chapters for the novel I intend to publish, but those are actually full of descriptions and drama.
-I ate 38 chocolate cookies while writing this.
-I was texted 9 times while writing; 1 was spam, 2 were just small talk and the rest were from my mother, asking me why the fuck I was still up at 5.00am (don't ask me how she knows or why she would care <.<)
-I looked around 21 times to a screenshot of "the Staking" from Chaos:Head just to inspire me while describing the murder. Still, the murder doesn't feel gruesome at all. I'm not good at making dramatic scenes like that feel real, just at describing action scenes with lots of details.
-I killed 7 mosquitos while writing this.

Thanks to:
-Me
-Myself
-I
-the space cadet for the song
-You for reading it