Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil

I watched, flinching as one of the Bishops, the one that goes by Nico, grabbed him by the throat and lifted him in the air. He struggled, kicking and clawing, doing anything to get free. Nothing worked. I tried to look away as blackness seeped from Nico's dark hand and curled around the man's throat, but I couldn't. Once the darkness covered his throat, the Bishop dropped him. He landed hard on his knees, heaving, desperately trying to get air back into his lungs. Then Nico grabbed him by the wrists and proceeded to turn his hands black, just like his throat. Tears fell from my eyes as the fight almost immediately drifted from the new comers eyes. Nico smiled at him, "Welcome to Dema."