m<a class="postlink" href="http://www.sandrascloset.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/03A_Versace-Mens-FW-2012-Dmitriy-Tanner-600x708.jpg">http://www.sandrascloset.com/wp-content ... 00x708.jpg</a>m<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>How you are fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning! How you are cut down to the ground, You who weakened the nations! For you have said in your heart: ‘I will ascend into heaven, I will exalt my throne above the stars of God; I will also sit on the mount of the congregation On the farthest sides of the north; I will ascend above the heights of the clouds, I will be like the Most High.’ Yet you shall be brought down to Sheol, To the lowest depths of the Pit. Those who see you will gaze at you, And consider you, saying: ‘Is this the man who made the earth tremble, Who shook kingdoms, Who made the world as a wilderness And destroyed its cities, Who did not open the house of his prisoners?<br/><br/>Isaiah 14:12</div></blockquote><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Many tales have been told across time of the great war in heaven in which the once beloved angel Lucifer staged the most infamous coupe de grace when he and the angels that became his army rallied against God to obtain His throne. In these same tales, the descent into the fire depths of fiery pit that is the fallen angel's prison and the place of eternal damnation for all who appose the word of the Lord and are no longer within his favor: hell. From this pit Lucifer rose in the form of a serpent to infiltrate the holy land in which His creations flourished in peace an harmony, enticing the sweet and impressionable Eve into feeding on the fruit of His sacred tree. In a single act, man was cast from God's holy land and exiled to a life of depravity. This was not the only outcome, my friends, for in that instant a birth had occurred. The birth of the seven deadliest of sins.<br/><br/>At the end of the 14th century, Geoffrey Chaucer created a work of art that introduced the masses to these manifestations of these blasphemous human attributes. Wrath, Pride, Envy, Lust, Gluttony, Sloth, and Greed. In this coveted literary specimen, characters who are the epitome of each sin tell their stories of sin. Every human being that walks this earth has exuded each of these cardinal vices and most would say that this was as far as their influence went. What man doesn't know is that from the time of Adam and Eve there have been physical beings that have been cursed with forever being afflicted with a single sin that ruled their life until their body was placed within the earth once more. The seven deadly sins walk among you. They could even be you.</span><br/><br/>The year is 2014 in the city of Los Angeles, California. However deceptive the name might be, it is undeniable that the city of angels is a city of pure filth and sin. The streets are lit up by the neon signs of nightclubs filled with strippers willing to give their body and overly sexual men who are willing to pay. In dark alleyways are junkies shooting whatever kind of dope they can get their hands on. Scantily clad prostitutes walked in the dim light searching for desperate losers to pay for their next fix. The darkest parts smelled of a pungent aroma consisting of piss, vomit, and booze. Most wouldn't dare tread in this part of the city, but not this night. This night seven accursed souls would congregate to raise hell among the children of God. The sins will be one this night.<br/><br/>The first to make an appearance came in the form of a tall, chiseled young man. The man stood at about 6'3" and had pale, alabaster colored skin that many Americans would find laughable and unattractive while an individual of Eastern European descent would consider rather precious and the epitome of sex appeal. Deep emerald eyes scanned the chaotic environment as if the result of it was a mere annoyance to him. Within those eyes held a hidden rage, masked by the steely gaze of a cruel and merciless killer. His dark brown hair was cut in a short fashion and slicked backwards in a semi-modern manner that was rather fitting for him. His face was baby soft and free of any hair, showing off his rough jaw line. His prominent brow was creased and his mouth fixed with a natural frown, only adding to the air of sheer danger that surrounded him.<br/><br/>His wardrobe mirrored his Eastern European heritage and made him stand out even mo among the crowd. Over his shoulders sat a black, military style trench coat with several medals upon it. This particular item was stolen from one of his many victims that had fallen to his rage in his homeland, a soldier who had been at the wrong place at the wrong time. The coat was unbuttoned and simply rested on his shirtless shoulders, revealing a physique many men would kill to have and many women would kill to test drive. Upon his left pectoral muscle was a Russian symbol that further cemented his origin. His arms were hidden inside the trench coat rather than being slipped within the sleeves. The wind's chill didn't bother him in the slightest, having been raised in much more freezing territories. Upon his lower body he wore a tight pair of yellow, green, and black slacks that clung to his form. The pattern was reminiscent of Celtic design with ropes that made it look like the an edgy checkerboard. His pants were held up by a leather belt and a large steel belt buckle with the head of a demon as the centerpiece. The buckle was a symbol of who he was, a demon who plagues the earth. Tactical boots were laced up his calves with the ends of his pants tucked within.<br/><br/>His name was Dimitrey Malatov, an infamous Eastern European serial killer who had been caught and tried for several violent murders but was never convicted or punished for any of them. Born in Georgia to a young prostitute, he was left at an overpopulated orphanage and into the care of an sexually sadistic woman who preferred to flog her charges with a makeshift cat-o-nine tails composed of course leather, nails, and broken glass than feed them. At the age of five he began to participate in these torture sessions, becoming the old woman's protege. He would practice on stray animals when he wasn't set to punishing his fellow orphans. He would cut off their tail, sew their ears shut, feed them the most obscene foods, drown them, and even burn them alive. When the screams of dying animals weren't enough, he completely devoted himself to dissecting human beings. He got off on it to such an extent that he would often reach climax during these long sessions. At the age of 16, he was released into the public where he claimed at least twenty victims over the next seven years before he finally came to the United States of America.<br/><br/>He traversed the streets without meeting the gaze of any being he passed. He could give two shits about any of them. He had only come to America just to find a new stomping ground, or more accurately, a new killing ground for the bloodthirsty demon within. He licked his lips as he looked over the neon signs for the many night clubs and bars, deciding which would most likely have the most opportunity within. Which present would he unwrap on his first night in Los Angeles? He stopped at a dingy, overly crowded hole-in-the-wall named 'The Crypt,' and decided that would be where he would pick up his first mark.<br/><br/>He stepped up to the door and was intercepted by a large, black, overly muscled bouncer. "Club's full, dumbo. Start steppin'."<br/><br/>Demitriy looked the bouncer up and down before giving him the most emotionally devoid stare. "I suggest you step aside, comrade." His deep, almost Russian accent was sexy and terrifying in the same breath.<br/><br/>The bouncer gulped and took a step back. This guy scared the living shit out of him. Somehow he realized that he should not mess with this stranger and let him in. A wise decision.<br/><br/>Demitriy stepped into the club and made his way to the bar. Before the slutty bartender could even ask what he wanted, he met her gaze and said, "Vodka. The best you have." His drink was there in seconds, the woman hurrying away. He sipped his drink and watched the crow. Who would he kill tonight?