Chapter 6: Suffer the Children
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Damien was in a strangely happy mood. He found himself in a strange and wonderful land, strange in its white snowy (yet not overtly cold) landscope dotted everywhere with pine trees which sprouted - of all things - crimson berries. He was uncertain as to whether this was fall or winter, because even with the obvious climate he was witnessing, the leaves of the trees had just started to turn gold and fall - along with the berries - making the entire land a parody of the old Culture Club's Karma Chameleon's colours. Then he saw something else that almost made him cry with joy. The cutest toddlers and infants began riding ponies all over the place, laughing and playing. And then it happened.
A strange scimitar wearing a crown flew in like some sad excuse for a UFO and promptly sliced off every child's head, the ensuing ocean of blood overshadowing the carpet of berries. Damien sank to the ground on his knees, his tears continuing copiously - for obviously different reasons.
He didn't even bother being shocked upon waking up to the phone ringing loudly by his ear. He simply shook his head sadly and answered it, already having a rough idea what kind of case awaited him now.
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