¡CRACK!
The sound of Father Marius's wrist breaking echoed in the secret chamber much louder than his pleas.
"AAAAHHH!"
The priest's scream was choked by a silver mana thread that coiled around his mouth.
Arawn Rivers wasn't there to hear explanations.
The Exorcist looked at the priest writhing on the floor with boredom and clinical disgust.
"You are mistaken about something fundamental, Marius," Arawn said, wiping an invisible speck of dust from his robe.
"I don't need to 'understand', my job isn't to comprehend heresy but to excise it."
His fingers moved, lazy, and the threads tightened tying Marius hand and foot like a pig ready for slaughter.
"Mmmmph! Mmmph!" Marius rolled his eyes, trying to look toward a dark corner of the room.
Arawn followed his gaze. There was nothing there. Only shadows.
"Your 'sponsor' isn't here, right?" Arawn's smile vanished instantly. "Jumped ship."
He turned to Lucian.
