'Slay. Evil. Immediately.' Those three words remained dogmatic truths deeply engrained within my every action. Irrefutable, unyielding, immovable truth. Or so I had come to believe. The wires held taught betwixt my fingers shine with the holy phlege's essence, the building around me begins to set ablaze as my captor wails in agonizing torment. Some part of me wishes to end it's miserable existence, but the order, the order wants this quarry alive. 'Slay. Evil. Immediately.' The words echo in my mind above the cacophony of wailing Hell's brood. Demon or otherwise, it SHOULDN'T remain alive. The Order be damned, Hell's Mother and her Ilk will recieve this same mercy.

By:  atananuk