What seperates animals from humans is the part of the human brain tha thinks and acts based on logic.
What seperates humans from humans is the fact that some use this part of the brain and some don't.
Through the years mankind has used different terms to describe such humans...gifted, mad, possessed and even ill.
Whatever the name they have been given the fact remains the same, some humans are worse than most of the animals.
The difference stems from the fact that animals don't have a society to conform them and no one to teach them how to behave. On the other side, humanity, since its early steps felt the need to live in communities and the failure of one of its members was and still is considered as the failure of that society.
In our days we tend to ignore that simple fact, a person who steals is not at fault but instead it's the fault of the society that leads him and lets him steal.
A person who kills other people is not just sick, the society didn't make it clear to him that killing is bad.
Such is the case which lead to this creature named Pablo and no one should and could blame only him.
He was born in the 80's in the city of Thessaloniki by a middle class family.
His mother was working for an agency which cleaned buildings and the news of her pregnacy had a bittersweet taste. She was happy a new life would be born but for those months she wouldn't be able to work therefore it would be hard for her to raise a family.
His father was a worker doing double shifts at a local steel industry.
He never wanted a child at least not at that moment. All this was a mistake for him.
One wild night at a disco party and he had found himself forced to marry a less than mediocre beautiful girl who now had his seed in her womb.
Those times were hard in Greece, people were supposed to be married in order to have sexual lives and to get pregnant before marriage was equal to being a criminal.
The months passed and a boy was born given the name George to honor his father's father.
The man now had to work even more since his wife had to stay at home with the baby.
Soon he found himself getting older so fast. He was only 25 and he was already feeling 50.
He was coming home to rest and eat and sometimes he couldn't even do both.
The baby was crying when he wanted to sleep, sometimes it was sick and his wife didn't even have the time to cook.
As for his sexual life, the result of which was this boy, his wife had not been able to lose the pregnancy weight and now she was ugly and expected him to want her still.
Soon he found peace in alcohol, whichever type of it.
All his spare money went to drinks and if he had some more to spare he rent the love of foreign women for only some minutes of pleasure.
After only five years of such life his problem with alcohol led to him losing his job.
Their parents tried to help but that marriage was dead already and in Greece those times getting a divorce was harder than starting a revolution.
In his troubled mind the fault was all his wife's, she could have aborted the child and maybe they would be happy now.
Soon he started to act and react violently. And when she didn't leave him those violent acts became more like a daily routine for him.
What's more, all the money he was earning was going to drinks and without the foreign girl's rented pleasure he started raping his wife.
George was very young at that time but the picture of his mother getting raped and his father hitting her accompanied by her maddening screams and her cries got stuck in his childish mind.
Soon enough even he started to act violently towards other children in his baby school.
The teachers warned his mother time and again but he showed no improvement so they did what the laws ordered.
They informed the police and soon George was taken from his home and given to an orphanage.
But since his parents were poor he was abandoned in the worst shithole the town could provide.
At the age of 15 he learned that his father crazed by the situation of his had murdered his mother and for a week he had been raping her dead body until someone informed the police of the grave smell that was coming out of their house.
His father was convicted to 25 years of jail but he was not going to spend his life in a cell. Two days after the trial he hanged himself in his own cell.
George realised he was alone in this world.
Even his grandparents didn't want him since he was a reminder of the tragedy they wanted to forget.
To make things worse not only did the time he spent in that orphanage not help with his violent behavior but being bullied and abused from older children almost every day had made him more dangerous and cunning than before.
And that person did society set free at the age of 18 with no one to help him rejoin the community.
George had realised that as well and decided that if society didn't want him he would force society to accept him.
Only heroes and villains earned recognition and since he couldn't be a hero he would be a very infamous vilain.
He always liked painting and he gave himself the name ''Pablo'' to honor the greatest painter ever to exist.
The only difference between them would be that his creations would be alive, for a while at least.
So ''Pablo'' began his dread work spreading terror in the city.
His victims, all of them women of various ages but not children.
He had no criteria for his choices, every womam suited him.
He used brute force and an old van to get them to his home, an abandoned warehouse and there he tied them and awaited fr them to wake up.
He used iron brushes to paint them and for colors he used a mix of normal paint mixed with some of their blood.
His victims were often still alive after he had finished his work. He was taking pictures of them and would then drive to a public place and abandon them there for everyone to admire his work.
In one year he had became the number one terror of every woman in the city.
At least 17 women had died from the massive bleeding at his hands and police had to put a price on him.
Finally one night he tried to grab a woman, she was actually a police officer in disguise, and ''Pablo's'' career met a sudden end.
No one, even his lawyer, tried to defend him in his trial but since Greece had no death penalty he had to go in prison, yet judging by his actions they thought it would be dangerous for him or other prisoners so they decided to lock him up in an asylum for mentaly ill people for the rest of his life.
And ''Pablo'' was led to the psychiatric hospital of Thessaloniki.
Of course in his case there was no hope of becoming better, neither did he want to.
Soon he started behaving violently almost all the time towards everyone in there and the doctors had to lock him up in the isolation.
And there he became completely insane. No light, no fresh air, no space to move about and no one to communicate with.
He soon started hearing voices, silent whispers driving him even more insane.
There is a certain point before the human mind just explodes and one night Pablo reached that point. For the next two days he would just scream all the time until his voice cords were utterly damaged but the voice kept whispering to him about the upcoming salvation.
The third night a strange man dressed in white, propably a doctor, entered his cell.
-How are you my child? he asked
Paul couldn't even whisper to that man.
-You can't talk? No problem my child, just think and I will hear it.
''Please make those voices stop''
-These voices my child are a message given to you by the most sacred of us, by our father.
''I can't stand them anymore, please let me die''
-Now you are heading towards a false direction my child. Why die when you are chosen to spread HIS messages?
''What messages? By whom?''
-Messages of the first one. Now they are just whispers but soon you will be able to hear him loud and clear as if he was sitting next to you.
''Who are you? What is this bullshit?''
-I am Jesus my little child don't you recognize your savior?
''Jesus? You mean like Jesus, the son of God?''
-Of course, my child.
''And they call me insane...''
-Who said anything about insanity? You are gifted my child and I am going to make your gift complete.
''What do you mean?''
-I am going to make you immortal Pablo and then I am going to let you free to be the messenger you are supposed to be.
''Immortal?''
-Oh yes Pablo, immortal! And the precious blood you were spilling on your paintings will now be the key to your immortality.
''A vampire?''
-A messenger sent to us by our first. Now rest and get your voice back. I wouldn't like our messenger to be mute when I re-create you. I will come in a few days Pablo, better be ready.
''My name was George...''
-You are Pablo for now and hopefully for a long eternity. George will die but Pablo will live forever!
Now rest my child, Jesus will be here for you!
What seperates humans from humans is the fact that some use this part of the brain and some don't.
Through the years mankind has used different terms to describe such humans...gifted, mad, possessed and even ill.
Whatever the name they have been given the fact remains the same, some humans are worse than most of the animals.
The difference stems from the fact that animals don't have a society to conform them and no one to teach them how to behave. On the other side, humanity, since its early steps felt the need to live in communities and the failure of one of its members was and still is considered as the failure of that society.
In our days we tend to ignore that simple fact, a person who steals is not at fault but instead it's the fault of the society that leads him and lets him steal.
A person who kills other people is not just sick, the society didn't make it clear to him that killing is bad.
Such is the case which lead to this creature named Pablo and no one should and could blame only him.
He was born in the 80's in the city of Thessaloniki by a middle class family.
His mother was working for an agency which cleaned buildings and the news of her pregnacy had a bittersweet taste. She was happy a new life would be born but for those months she wouldn't be able to work therefore it would be hard for her to raise a family.
His father was a worker doing double shifts at a local steel industry.
He never wanted a child at least not at that moment. All this was a mistake for him.
One wild night at a disco party and he had found himself forced to marry a less than mediocre beautiful girl who now had his seed in her womb.
Those times were hard in Greece, people were supposed to be married in order to have sexual lives and to get pregnant before marriage was equal to being a criminal.
The months passed and a boy was born given the name George to honor his father's father.
The man now had to work even more since his wife had to stay at home with the baby.
Soon he found himself getting older so fast. He was only 25 and he was already feeling 50.
He was coming home to rest and eat and sometimes he couldn't even do both.
The baby was crying when he wanted to sleep, sometimes it was sick and his wife didn't even have the time to cook.
As for his sexual life, the result of which was this boy, his wife had not been able to lose the pregnancy weight and now she was ugly and expected him to want her still.
Soon he found peace in alcohol, whichever type of it.
All his spare money went to drinks and if he had some more to spare he rent the love of foreign women for only some minutes of pleasure.
After only five years of such life his problem with alcohol led to him losing his job.
Their parents tried to help but that marriage was dead already and in Greece those times getting a divorce was harder than starting a revolution.
In his troubled mind the fault was all his wife's, she could have aborted the child and maybe they would be happy now.
Soon he started to act and react violently. And when she didn't leave him those violent acts became more like a daily routine for him.
What's more, all the money he was earning was going to drinks and without the foreign girl's rented pleasure he started raping his wife.
George was very young at that time but the picture of his mother getting raped and his father hitting her accompanied by her maddening screams and her cries got stuck in his childish mind.
Soon enough even he started to act violently towards other children in his baby school.
The teachers warned his mother time and again but he showed no improvement so they did what the laws ordered.
They informed the police and soon George was taken from his home and given to an orphanage.
But since his parents were poor he was abandoned in the worst shithole the town could provide.
At the age of 15 he learned that his father crazed by the situation of his had murdered his mother and for a week he had been raping her dead body until someone informed the police of the grave smell that was coming out of their house.
His father was convicted to 25 years of jail but he was not going to spend his life in a cell. Two days after the trial he hanged himself in his own cell.
George realised he was alone in this world.
Even his grandparents didn't want him since he was a reminder of the tragedy they wanted to forget.
To make things worse not only did the time he spent in that orphanage not help with his violent behavior but being bullied and abused from older children almost every day had made him more dangerous and cunning than before.
And that person did society set free at the age of 18 with no one to help him rejoin the community.
George had realised that as well and decided that if society didn't want him he would force society to accept him.
Only heroes and villains earned recognition and since he couldn't be a hero he would be a very infamous vilain.
He always liked painting and he gave himself the name ''Pablo'' to honor the greatest painter ever to exist.
The only difference between them would be that his creations would be alive, for a while at least.
So ''Pablo'' began his dread work spreading terror in the city.
His victims, all of them women of various ages but not children.
He had no criteria for his choices, every womam suited him.
He used brute force and an old van to get them to his home, an abandoned warehouse and there he tied them and awaited fr them to wake up.
He used iron brushes to paint them and for colors he used a mix of normal paint mixed with some of their blood.
His victims were often still alive after he had finished his work. He was taking pictures of them and would then drive to a public place and abandon them there for everyone to admire his work.
In one year he had became the number one terror of every woman in the city.
At least 17 women had died from the massive bleeding at his hands and police had to put a price on him.
Finally one night he tried to grab a woman, she was actually a police officer in disguise, and ''Pablo's'' career met a sudden end.
No one, even his lawyer, tried to defend him in his trial but since Greece had no death penalty he had to go in prison, yet judging by his actions they thought it would be dangerous for him or other prisoners so they decided to lock him up in an asylum for mentaly ill people for the rest of his life.
And ''Pablo'' was led to the psychiatric hospital of Thessaloniki.
Of course in his case there was no hope of becoming better, neither did he want to.
Soon he started behaving violently almost all the time towards everyone in there and the doctors had to lock him up in the isolation.
And there he became completely insane. No light, no fresh air, no space to move about and no one to communicate with.
He soon started hearing voices, silent whispers driving him even more insane.
There is a certain point before the human mind just explodes and one night Pablo reached that point. For the next two days he would just scream all the time until his voice cords were utterly damaged but the voice kept whispering to him about the upcoming salvation.
The third night a strange man dressed in white, propably a doctor, entered his cell.
-How are you my child? he asked
Paul couldn't even whisper to that man.
-You can't talk? No problem my child, just think and I will hear it.
''Please make those voices stop''
-These voices my child are a message given to you by the most sacred of us, by our father.
''I can't stand them anymore, please let me die''
-Now you are heading towards a false direction my child. Why die when you are chosen to spread HIS messages?
''What messages? By whom?''
-Messages of the first one. Now they are just whispers but soon you will be able to hear him loud and clear as if he was sitting next to you.
''Who are you? What is this bullshit?''
-I am Jesus my little child don't you recognize your savior?
''Jesus? You mean like Jesus, the son of God?''
-Of course, my child.
''And they call me insane...''
-Who said anything about insanity? You are gifted my child and I am going to make your gift complete.
''What do you mean?''
-I am going to make you immortal Pablo and then I am going to let you free to be the messenger you are supposed to be.
''Immortal?''
-Oh yes Pablo, immortal! And the precious blood you were spilling on your paintings will now be the key to your immortality.
''A vampire?''
-A messenger sent to us by our first. Now rest and get your voice back. I wouldn't like our messenger to be mute when I re-create you. I will come in a few days Pablo, better be ready.
''My name was George...''
-You are Pablo for now and hopefully for a long eternity. George will die but Pablo will live forever!
Now rest my child, Jesus will be here for you!
Jesus is my father and insanity my mom.... Pablo.
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