The dark figure loomed over the girl. The figure wasn't dark in the sense of skin color, nor was he dark due to a cloak or another concealing piece of cloth. It was just that the rays of light from the nearby windows seemed to avoid touching him. Mercy, what a human concept, he thought. The act of showing leniency to a person who has committed a grave error is supposedly the pinnacle of humanity. It symbolizes the power of redemption and forgiveness. He pondered a bit more on the philosophical value and application of mercy. He knew that the main question surrounding this concept was; when is it right to show mercy? Possibly though, he figured, a more currently applicable question would be; What reason would I have to show mercy to this filthy woman in front of me? She is defiled: not only of the body and mind, but of the soul as well. She is too far gone and I can't let her live. I wouldn't have been able to do anything even if I wanted to anyways. Orders are orders.
They were in a small room on the second floor of an apartment building in Boston. The woman was sitting in an old, worn down armchair facing away from the grisly scene that was behind her. She still had a bit of blood on the side of her left cheek and was looking up at the figure with large tear-stained eyes, pleading with him to spare her life. He just looked at her with a grimly-set jaw and stilled eyes. As her eyes gazed further into his, her hysterics slowly ceased and she seemed to gain a sense of resignation. She eventually looked down to the floor, her straw-like auburn hair falling to cover her face. Eventually she spoke. “Must you do this? Don't you think I've been through enough today?” Her voice was hollow and raw. She started repeatedly clenching and unclenching her hands. “I already lost my family today. Must you take me away now?”
He bowed his head a little and gave a small smile. “Of course I will answer you, I must speak to you of your crimes before I end your life. But, I have a feeling you know what I am going to say.” She flinched; she was either not completely adjusted to the fact that she would die or in recognition of the fact that she already knew what he was going to say. Her eyes flickered back to the scene behind her. There were three human bodies, one man, one little girl, and one teenage boy. All were dead, lying in a pool of blood with bullet wounds riddled throughout their bodies. Each one was lying in a different circle of salt and each held a very anguished expression on their face. Their final moments were reflections in their grimaces.
The figure then stood up to his full height, which was quite intimidating as a six foot five person. “Mrs. Morgan Fortier, you are hereby sentenced to death by the Council of Draelin for three violations of the laws of magic held in the Verdian Codex. The laws that you broke are the following; The Blood law, The Life law, and the Malevolent Contact law. Mrs. Fortier, you are being sentenced to death for demon summoning.” As he finished reciting the information, he took the scythe off his back and held it up to her neck. "Mrs. Fortier, mercy is a human ideal. Unfortunately for you, I am not human."
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