Awake;pt. 5

The year was 1918.
It had been over 100 years since Caligula had killed his creator and for some time he loved the single mindedness that came with having no one or no thing be able to hold him back. He simply desired, and took. Immortal life was so simple. Caligula began to become bored with the complacence, simplicity, and effortlessness with which he took innocent life. For the last century he had tried to elevate murder to an art form, but slowly realized that mass slaughter came so natural to him, he couldn’t help but become a tad hackney in his ways. He was rather off put by this. He put himself in situations that were dangerous to try and re-discover his former lust for eternal life. In Prague, he murdered the family of a wealthy merchant, and then purposefully and with cunning allowed himself to be taken into police custody. When in questioning, he could feel his blood curdle with excitement as the young detective looked upon him with disgust at the sheer evil of the act.
“I know you murdered those people, what were those neck wounds?” he said, “Those two twins girls were seven years old, and you killed them, and their mother, and the father is insane because of it, do you realize how sick you are.”
Caligula stared blankly into the detective’s face, showing not a shred of guilt or remorse.
“I know no sickness,” he said.
Caligula quickly snapped his hand cuffs with ease and ripped the throat out of the detective, blood spurting from his neck as water does a faucet. Caligula stared at the mangled flesh and smirked. Seemingly every officer in the building came before him, armed with guns and rifles. They unloaded shots into Caligula, the pain reminding him of what the point of his existence is. The officers were shocked to see the bullets made very little damage upon Caligula’s medium built frame. Caligula laughed blood and stared them all in the face, half of the officers were dead before the others could blink, and then they were dead before they could blink again. Caligula looked at the carnage and reveled in it.
“That was easy, but fun,” he thought.
Caligula made his way to the records, realizing the potential for a new companion that could be found in prison was enticing. Thieves, scoundrels, rapists, and murderers. These were men that were already without remorse, who killed to feel, as Caligula did. Caligula proceeded to go through the records and to find a particularly brutal new friend, one that he could gift with the powers to kill freely of society’s standards and rules.