Preface

I’ve been pursuing the prosecution of the Devil. Prosecuting a man with such tenor to his name is diligent work, and it seems to never end. The Devil is a wicked man with humor and slyness that seems to grow from the ground beneath him with every lie. He’s sick, this man. He had a reason for hurting me. Or so he says. They always do. I’m wont to call myself bitter but in the face of the Devil, I’m a very cynical indeed. I have no reservations of what he’s done to me. He’s a rapist and an abuser, and now he’s sick in the head, according to his attorney. He must have been real sick to do what he did to me when he did it to me. Must have been seeing demons from below. I say he was embracing his true nature, his true wickedness. A Devil amongst men, walking as if he’s one of us. I say… I say King is but a facade. And Kings with two faces deserve to be stripped to their bare bones. The people deserve a just leader! A King who embraces righteousness and not the whims of the flesh. This King went wrong somewhere. Off with his head! The Devil will out.