The intent to commit justice

I looked at the corpulent form of the man who was dubbed as the grand fisher. I gave him a kind smile.

One doesn't have to look like a leader to be a leader. And it would be wrong of me to judge someone based on how they look.

So from Sarah's back I extended my hand.

"Hello grand fisher! My name is greg. I'm here because I want to fix your institution!"

The grand fisher scowled his grining mustashe made it look like he was smiling at the same time.

"If it aint broke. Then don't fix it." Said the grand fisher.

He brushed past sarha and began to stomp away.

"Wait!" I yelled. He paused and turned back to look at me.

He opened his mouth to speak but I spoke first.

"It is broke! I'm here to fix it. I can end the starvation!"

His pupulis dilated a killing aura being born within them.

He stomped back towards me with a look of absolute hatred on his face.

"Easy there buddy! Don't dishonor the lives of those who starved by saying there deaths are pointless!" He yelled and thrust an accusing finger in my direction.

My jaw dropped slightly and I looked at him with confusion.

"I. I didn't say that." I told him.

But his glare only continued.

"You know what! I'll have you executed for your transgressions."

I froze.

At this point I was terrified. Not only was my charm not working. It was so ineffective that me coming to him with good intentions had resulted in him creating a reason to kill me.

"Wait." Said Sarha who had been silent until now.

"Please don't kill him. He's a stupid cripple he doesn't know what he speaks of." Said sarha desperation dripping from her tone

The grand fisher but his hand to his chin and directed his eyes just below Sarhas face.

"Hmmmm. I can think of a suitable punishment."

The second she heard those words sarhas face went pale. The grand fisher jumped forwards and grabbed her wrist.

Sarha dropped me to the ground and began to slam her fists into the grand fisher with a feral ferocity.

But all the attacks just bounced off him as he held her still.

For the next few minutes he didn't do anything other than hold her in place. Until finally her spirit was broken. She just hung there limply a look of hopeless resignation in her bright blue eyes.

He carried Sarha by the waist in one hand and used the other to grab my ankle.

He brought us into the white tent.

And then….

Vile.

I… I can't

I've done it once before. And I'm going to do it again now. I'm going to lie to you. Because even with my godlike mind describing….. That.

It's…..

I can't do it.

So instead let me tell you this story. As he dragged me into the tent my head bumped into a rock. The impact of that rock caused my brain to shake so vigriously that it was no longer able to function for quite some time.

But sadly. After some period of time I awakened.

Sarha was on the ground with her arms wrapped around herself. She was shivering all over. If one were to look just at her and not her surroundings they would think she was some person dying of hypotherima in the artic.

*Thud! Thud! THUD!*

With great earth shattering stomps the grand fisher walked towards me. He reached down and put his hand around my neck. He then lifted me up and began to squeeze.

"There is nothing to fix. Understand!" He said his grip growing so tight on my neck that I could feel my windpipe collapsing.

I couldn't let him kill me. I didn't want to put my life in the hands of the void again.

"This is. MY LAND! And I know what's best for it."

I gave him small nods with all the wiggle room that my skull possessed.

Understanding that I seemed to agree with him he threw me to the ground and stomped away.

With the sound of rustiling cloth he left through one of the two flaps of the tent.

My gaze next turned to Sarha. She was still shiviring. Her teeth clattering against each other like a jack hammer.

~MY LAND?! I KNOW WHAT'S BEST FOR IT?! NOTHING TO FIX!?~

Within my heart ignited a hatred. No. Not hate. I would never call that hate. Within my heart ingited the intent to commit justice. An intent beyond execution. No an intents following the path of the greatest torture to ever be comprehended.

~I will find a healer. Then I will rip the skin from that fools body. And grow it back right after. I will rip his skin off over and over and sew them into a series of pouches. I'll keep strips of skin attached to him so he can feel the pain. Them I'll fill those pouches with burning oil. That'll just be the start.~

~EVERY ONCE OF HIS BEING! EVERY FIBER OF HIS SOUL. I BAR THEM FROM DEATH AND FORCE THEM TO ETERNALLY SUFFER UNTIL THE SOUL ITSELF ROTS! Or at least that the preliminarrly plan. We'll see what I have on had.~

A evil intent. A intent beyond what humanity is capable of. Beyond the resonability of life.

The intent to commit justice was born within me.

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After about thirty minutes sarha stopped shivering. She turned to look at me.

"Do you want to destory him?" I asked,

"Do…. Do. yu-you wu-want to d-destroy him?" Sarha stuttred in response..

I gave her an expression that I could only describe as a killers grin.

"Yes. He said he knew better than me. He deserves a fate worse than death." I told her.

Due to the brain thrashing I only knew what he said. I had no memory of when my brain was not functioning. So there could only be one reason to hate him.

He defied my greatness.

"We need to gather support. We need to gather people. Do you know any people who have a hatred for the grand fisher? It dosen't matter their strength. I have things to solve that." I put my had to the bag at my side.

Usually when I say something like this they get sucked into my carisma. Grin and tell me who they know who can help.

Sarha didn't grin.

But she did responde.

"I know a couple girls."