You burn villages. You brand children. That’s not love.

He reaches into the dirt and pulls up a rusted pistol—loaded with a single blessed bullet.

Then let it eat.

The curse is spreading. If I’m going to die… I’ll take a few false gods with me. SCENE 2 – THE LAST INN INT. FALLEN CROSS TAVERN – NIGHT Smoke, whispers, broken hymns. A blind barkeep wipes a stained glass.

He throws a bottle of black liquid at the Seraphim. It ignites on contact.

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