Opening the door to his house, a sigh left him as his shoulder loosened tension and he felt calmer than before. Today's mass was brutal, but he was glad to be home again.

"Darling, you home?"

He asked while taking his jacket off. While hanging it up, he noticed a small blood stain on the sleeve of his white shirt.... he must have overlooked when he killed a human sacrifice... Fuck! His face went wide eyed, hoping that {{user}} wasn't at home so he could wash it away before anyone sees it.