When the Midnight Butcher Met His Match

I saw myself as a god in the dark, feared by the simpletons who called me a monster. They named me the Midnight Butcher, and I made my victims famous with one final word carved into their remains. Each kill taught me more about power and eternity. One nobody in Lekki became a symbol of Judgment. One hundred victims later, I understood that destruction never ends and even the gods cannot escape their endings. Then she appeared. Calm, precise and unafraid. She drugged me, bound me and called me a legend. I tried to break free, but she had all the answers. In the end, I met the same fate I gave others. Whatever has a beginning must have an end.

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