Der Fluchschütze

'This is a warzone.' 'And my gun must blow someone up.' The Abnormality spoke with clarity, loading its shotgun loudly. 'In this gory war, the devil approached me one day to suggest a deal.' 'It promised to give me a gun that can blow up anything, but the catch was that its last shell would land on the head of my beloved.' 'I accepted the gun and the ammunition with laughter.' 'My beloved, huh….' 'Did I ever have people I held that dearly? I couldn't be sure anymore.' 'I had to have joined this war for someone I loved, that much I remember.' I noticed an old pendant worn on the shooter's neck. 'Thanks to that, I'm free to point the barrel at anyone I want. No matter where I fire it, this shotgun can blast anyone into fireworks like it hit them point blank, how wonderful is that?' 'I bet that fellow had their beloved.' 'Yup, I'm talking about the one whose head I just blew up.' 'They might have remembered what I don't. That makes this just too exhilarating.' 'Killing people who remember their loved ones, I mean.' The shooter keeps firing its gun as it speaks. The shotgun shoots out pellets as easily and lightly as the shooter laughs. 'By the way, whose side are you on?'