3-20-16, 09:43 PM
If it makes you feel better, Saint, the next chapter has this happens:
After what seemed like an eternity to the man, Saint Luther turned away from him, confronting the gather cultists. He held his arms to is sides, as he spoke.
“This man has been accused of not being loyal to the Overlord. This is a punishment that carries death. I, Saint Luther, messiah of the Overlord, have deemed him irredeemable, by direct order of the Overlord. His punishment will be carried out immediately. Praise the Overlord!”
[...]
Saint Luther stared straight down into the man’s eyes. “The Overlord has no mercy for those who do not believe. All non-believers must be sacrificed.”
The man started screaming “NO!” As loud as he could. It did nothing to stop Saint Luther from jerking the scythe upwards, lodging the blade in the man’s groin. Brian looked away and had to struggle to keep himself from vomiting.
The man’s screams of agony intensified exponentially as Saint Luther continued to force the blade up through the man’s body. The blade moved slowly, but steadily. Within seconds, the blade passed the man’s waist, and blood began pouring out like a stream onto the ground. The man’s screams continued to intensify as Saint Luther’s blade moved past his intestines.
Even as the man’s screams faded and stopped altogether, Saint Luther continued to force the blade upwards. Saint Luther only stopped forcing the scythe when it sliced apart the top of the man’s head.
The full scene goes on for literally a page and a half (hence the remark that I might be a sociopath).
After what seemed like an eternity to the man, Saint Luther turned away from him, confronting the gather cultists. He held his arms to is sides, as he spoke.
“This man has been accused of not being loyal to the Overlord. This is a punishment that carries death. I, Saint Luther, messiah of the Overlord, have deemed him irredeemable, by direct order of the Overlord. His punishment will be carried out immediately. Praise the Overlord!”
[...]
Saint Luther stared straight down into the man’s eyes. “The Overlord has no mercy for those who do not believe. All non-believers must be sacrificed.”
The man started screaming “NO!” As loud as he could. It did nothing to stop Saint Luther from jerking the scythe upwards, lodging the blade in the man’s groin. Brian looked away and had to struggle to keep himself from vomiting.
The man’s screams of agony intensified exponentially as Saint Luther continued to force the blade up through the man’s body. The blade moved slowly, but steadily. Within seconds, the blade passed the man’s waist, and blood began pouring out like a stream onto the ground. The man’s screams continued to intensify as Saint Luther’s blade moved past his intestines.
Even as the man’s screams faded and stopped altogether, Saint Luther continued to force the blade upwards. Saint Luther only stopped forcing the scythe when it sliced apart the top of the man’s head.
The full scene goes on for literally a page and a half (hence the remark that I might be a sociopath).