"Love your enemies, you preached," I hissed, wrenching the knife from his abdomen, only to drive it back in, deeper, until he choked on his own blood, "Forgive their atrocities, you said."
I twisted my blade, slicing upward, watching as his insides split open. Blood spattering across my face, painting his pathetic excuse of a life all over me. He gurged, coughing up more blood, the light in his eyes fading.
"If Hell's truly exists, tell the devil I did him a favor sending you early," I growled, gripping his neck, with my lips brushing against his ear as he gasped for breath. "Rot in hell, Father." I whispered, readjusting my blade between my fingers and slashing his throat in a split second.
