Buzzkill(er)

A stern look. Blue eyes making eye contact with the mother of the first victim. Black hair is sticking to his pale complexion.
Not a single sign of remorse has graced his face just yet.

If you listen closely to the crowd that has gathered in the court room you can hear one or two quiet sobs as the judge reads out the verdict.

"Not guilty."

A sob, a quiet gasp. His defense look pleased with themselves under a mask of grief.
They look up at him, not a single emotion is yet to show up on his robotic face. His eyes seem glazed, focusing on his own reflection in the silver cup in front of them all.

If you looked closer you could see exactly what he's so focused on; the devil in the mirror, dancing in his new kingdom. Starting fires in heaven. His time has finally come.

Notes

The time has come to continue this.

This might not be what you think it is.