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Each charge brought a racing of Nevillon's pulses, a quickening of his
heartbeat. The mention of Yvette de Coulon gave him an erection as though even
now she lay naked before him, wide-eyed with terror, yielding.

'Louis Nevillon, did you not on the night of 30 April kidnap one Yvette de
Coulon from her home and take her to a place of devil worship at Nemours where
you committed vile and unspeakable acts upon her body both in life and in
death?' 30 April - Walpurgisnacht!

By not so much as the flicker of an eyelid did Nevillon betray his emotions.
Perhaps they noticed his arousement pushing atthe zip of his dark serge
trousers. Half-hearted staccato barks from the judge demanding an answer, but
Louis Nevillon remained silent and impassive. He wanted to hear it all from
their lips, relive it in his own mind in the telling. His senses were sharp;
he had a good memory. He smelled again the freshness of that young body,
tasted it again on his palate.

'... and in company with others unknown to this court you, Louis Nevillon,
attempted to commune with Satan. After you had raped the said girl you then
proceeded to drain the blood from her body, drinking it with your followers.
And then ... and then ..."

A sharp intake of breaths in unison, a sea of faces that paled; shying away,
not wanting to hear the truth.

'And then ... what?' the judge's tongue was flicking like a hungry lizard in
search of insects. 'This court must know exactly what happened!'

'And then ... Louis Nevillon, you proceeded to mutilate the corpse still
further, hacking it limb from limb ... distributing joints of human flesh to
your followers, joining with them in cannibalism. In the space of a few hours
the entire body of Yvette de Coulon was devoured, after which you perpetrated
acts that defy the belief of sane people with the remaining bones!'

A piercing scream from somewhere up in the public gallery, the thud of a
falling body. People rushing; somebody being stretchered out. Madame de
Coulon, the dead girl's mother. Nevillon permitted himself the faintest of
smiles. He had many ways of taking his revenge on people; every one of them in
here and those chanting out in the street would pay for their arrogance in a
variety of ways.

The lesser killings; some not proven. He heard the drone of words but his mind
was elsewhere. He could, had he chosen, have transported his astral body on to
the astral plane, left behind a useless body impervious to pain - but that
would not have served his purpose. The Nevillon evil must live on and he had
to see it through to the end. The guillotine; degradation but painless. The
sooner it was over the better.

He was suddenly aware that the death sentence had been passed amidst an eager
murmur throughout the crowded courtroom. Time had slipped by, the jury had