Horrified Villagers

He flipped the side of his long coat out of his way and stepped outside the room into a brighter space.

"We just got information that one of the villagers claimed to have been secretly practicing under the saint." The man paused in thought. "What is your order, sir?"

"Set out immediately. Kill anyone who refuses to stop the exorcism."

"But Councilman Lancelot, I fear we might just let it slide because we are not going to make it on time. The exorcism is only a few minutes from taking place."

Lancelot stopped on his track, and the guard did the same. He knew the guard was right; there was no way they would arrive on time to stop it.

He balled his hands into a fist. Turning his anger towards the wall, he punched it hard, leaving his knuckle with a scratch. The guard lowered his gaze as he took a step back.