Caius Veiovis is serving three life sentences for his role in three murders...and he has 666 tattooed on his face
Standing in the dock at Hampden Superior Court in Springfield, Massachusetts, William Gregory told the judge what had happened that afternoon three years earlier, on 24 August 2011.
William worked at the Home Depot hardware store in Pittsfield, Massachusetts. The store had been busy that day.
That morning, there’d been a warning on the radio. A cyclone was coming. Hurricane Irene. The people of Massachusetts were battening down their hatches.
And then, two men had come into the store. They weren’t looking for hammers, nails, and plyboard to protect their homes.
They were looking for an axe.
William showed them to the aisle where axes could be found. Then, he watched as the men examined them, and as they moved onto the aisle for hammers, hatchets, and saws.
Before long, the two men picked a hatchet, paid for it and left the store.
‘How could you recognize these two customers after so long?’ a lawyer asked William from across the packed courtroom.
‘He was like nothing I’d seen before,’ William gulped, pointing at the defendant.
And that certainly wasn’t hard to believe.
One of the men in the store that day was Eric Fox. A grungy-looking young man you wouldn’t look at twice.
The other one was Caius Veiovis.
It was Caius who was unforgettable.
He wore his long, lank hair pulled back from his face in a messy ponytail.
What better way to show off the implants he’d had? Implants in his forehead that gave him horns. Horns like the devil had.
And what better way to show off his tattoos? The number of the beast inked across his forehead.
Not to mention, of course, the thick septum piercing running through his nose.
The prosecution believed the hatchet had been used by Caius just a week later when he helped murder three vulnerable men with learning difficulties.
When Caius Veiovis was born in 1980, he’d been called Roy. Plain old Roy Gutfinski.
But plain old Roy had never fitted in with life in small-town America.
When he’d been 19, he and his then girlfriend attacked another teen. They sliced at his back with a razor blade. Then, they drank the blood that was oozing from his wounds, and kissed each other passionately.
He’d served seven and a half years for the assault.
And while some people find God when serving prison sentences, Roy had found Satan.
He’d changed his name, giving himself the surname Veiovis after a Roman god who liked to sacrifice goats, and protected criminals and the violently insane.
When he’d served his time, he’d fallen in with some new friends. Among them, Adam Lee Hall, a Sergeant at Arms in his local Hells Angels.
But Adam was a man in trouble.
In 2009, the carburetor on Adam’s truck had gone missing. Stolen.
Adam was convinced he knew who’d taken it. David Glasser, a local man with learning difficulties.
So, he’d gone round to David’s house and beaten him up with a baseball bat. And he’d made David give him his truck, too.
But David, his face black and blue and swollen, had gone to the police.
Now, two years on, Adam was facing trial for assault. David Glasser would give evidence.
Things didn’t look good for Adam Lee Hall. If he didn’t do something, he’d go down.
But Adam was a man with friends. Together with Caius, and another pal, David Chalue, he sat down and came up with a plan.
They’d kidnap David Glasser and murder him. That way, he’d never be able to give evidence.
Except, when they turned up at David’s house, they found David was with his flatmates, Edward Frampton and Robert Chadwell.
All three men had learning difficulties. But if they kidnapped David Glasser, his two chums would be able to identify them to the police, should it come to it.
And so, as far as Adam, Caius, and David Chalue were concerned, there was only one thing for it.
They attacked David Glasser and his two friends. They overpowered them, abducted them, stabbed, and decapitated them, possibly with the hatchet Caius had bought from Home Depot a few days before.
Their mutilated remains were found in a ditch outside the tiny town of Becket, just 13 miles from Pittsfield.
The trouble for Adam, Caius and David Chalue was that the police were already onto them.
As part of his plan to stop David Glasser testifying against him, Adam had been trying to intimidate him.
David Glasser had told the police he was afraid of Adam, and he’d even applied to go on the Witness Protection programme.
Adam Lee Hall was the prime suspect.
And although the weapon was never found, it was clear Adam hadn’t acted alone.
Soon David Chalue was implicated, too. And so was Caius Veiovis. The man with 666 tattooed onto his forehead.
The three men were tried separately.
Adam Lee Hall first, then David Chalue.
One by one they were found guilty of first-degree murder, and given three consecutive life terms.
Then came Caius Veiovis’ turn.
He pleaded not guilty to the charges against him.
For a week, the court heard the evidence. Heard how Caius had bought the hatchet with a friend. A friend who hadn’t anything to do with the crimes.
Caius sat impassive.
When the jury returned their verdict, he titled his head back. Perhaps to show off his horns and his 666 to the best advantage.
Like his friends before him, he was given three life sentences. There’s no possibility of parole for any of the three killers.
As he was taken down, Caius shot an angry look at the courtroom.
‘See you all in Hell!’ he cried.
Caius Veiovis will spend the rest of his life where he belongs. Behind bars.
A fate even his beloved Satan couldn’t save him from.