'Was he trying to be funny?' Mish thought, He has to be unless this twisted lucain needs his head checked or at least his morals. “Does hell even exist? If it does then you have to go to hell with the side people down. That means you have to go to hell. How can you go to hell without staying there? Do you have trick to it? A promise to Satan?”Saying is thoughts may not be the best Idea but he was crazy indeed, how could he do it?
“You seem very dangerous, then why are you talking to me? I’m just a citizen; you could be killing your next victim. Do you go with messy, gruesome, and sick, or sinister, pleasurable, and malevolence?” Mish couldn’t keep his mouth shut, Darius was too darn fascinating.
How he said things like he had his own world to blend then come back to reality to blend the both together in his head. How fascinating was his talk about hell when be himself didn’t know If it even existed. Mish looked at Darius in awe, and fear. ‘he could kill right now if he wanted but why doesn’t he? Was he too easy tokill? Or did he actually have some arrangement in his warped mind of his?’