He knew they didn't care. What better of a thing to use. Flesh and blood isn't really important. Kindred binds go as far as their money. The old lady was a fucking cunt to selfish for life, and the old man was too senile to matter anymore.
The plan was hatched.
Burn them while they fucking slept. Or at least try to. An unexpected visit by a molotov cocktail should do.
He knew the layout. The woman slept in the master bedroom and the man slept in his own separate room. The room in-between them would be an excellent place.
He often thought about the execution of this. The mercy given to the world in killing those two. At least the woman. The man was a castrated beta cuck bitch that earned his death fucking a controlling cunt.
It was almost too joyous to contain. The gettiness.
If it all goes well and the molotov explodes brilliantly, perhaps they'll die? If not, attempted will do.
Fun the crime is the tail wagging the dog. A chance to become demonic and troll the precious sensitivities of the criminal justice system. Perhaps mock the prosecutor for his little bitch emotional condemnation?
"Aww, what are you gonna do about this heinous offense, you abolished the death penalty?"
Contempt upon contempt. Removal. To be the most evil person of the day.
A fun way to assure security for oneself when all is lost.
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