>>5216084>>5216096>>5216101Spiking the muscly torturer's head with your halberd, you end his life with ease as he was stuck thanks to the impaling woodwork inside him. Killing and torturing are two different things, not like the ones who deserve both would understand...
The tall one wails at you with his chain, but again, the fight would feel unfair even if you weren't using your magical powers. Contorting inside and outside of his throws and yanks, you grab the end of his chain and pull it into a hard knot, reducing the range of his weapon considerably.
Penetrating his bony chest with your spear, all he can do is gurgle as you spin him over and let him fall down on an empty coffin of spikes, which falls to the floor and seals shut upon the force you threw him at the bed of thorns.
"You are beyond redemption... to mercilessly end the lives of God's followers. You must truly be treading a path of dread and destruction."
"What do you know about mercy? I have been a lot more graceful in taking your lives than you were to your victims."
"Some of us are not able to fight, despite wanting to. We are all aware that we wouldn't last a day in the calmest crusade of The Chain Knights. The only regret I have is that I will not live to see the miracle that Father Mozgus promised to conclude our pilgrimage with. Still, in the last moment of our lives, despite being burndened with such grotesque life conditions and the harshness of fate... Even now, we were shown mercy thanks to Father Mozgus and his teachings."
The halo effect really seems to have pushed his cognitive bias, being cast as an abomination simply due to their looks must have made them desperate for anyone that brought them kindness. You don't doubt that Mozgus cherished his brothers of God, but being on opposite sides ideologically, sometimes you have to remind yourself that not all enemies are born as enemies.
"Can you tell the difference between miracles, and the tricks of your eyes? If fate does let you meet your creator, pray to him that your punishment is as swift as mine was." Slicing his throat and tearing at his mask, the crow's identity is revealed as a normal looking man, not even an ugly looking one at that.
His disability is soon shown as a trickle of sunlight from the end of the afternoon is shown from a hole created by a tile falling from the ceiling, which just so happened to shine a light at his face.
"The miracle is already happening... I do not feel pain from flying into the sun..." The crow lifts his face to meet the light of heavens, not feeling his skin melting into several ulcers due to photosensitivity.
"It's just like the first time I have met my savior... When Father Mozgus gave me a second chance at life... Please, Lord. May the soul of this crow fly into your lovely arms... And be freed from this storm as a lonely dove..." He finally succumbs to his wounds, feeling like his last moments alive mirrored the ones who changed his life for good.
