A Warrior's Redemption
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Marfoul turned away from the window and made his way back over to Treorna.
Treorna looked up at him, with clarity only given to those near death sometimes, and said, “That man is going to be used as part of the Creator’s plan that even you won’t be able to stop!”
Treorna wheezed painfully for breath and Marfoul chuckled. “My dear, you would have to possess means far above the primitive implements of this world to hinder me in my work.”
“That can be arranged, as well you know,” Treorna gasped out.
Marfoul, angered by her words, hissed, “Where do you summon up the nerve to tell me about things you know nothing about? You stupid little priestess! Look at you lying here, all pathetic and wasted of life! Are you going to tell me that someone like you, who has done our will and our bidding all this time could possibly grasp or have any understanding of the limitations by which we are held?”
“Yes,” Treorna said softly, as her eyes began to glaze over.
Marfoul, seeing her close to death, grabbed her head and forced her to look at him. “My master has all the power here! If you thought your suffering was almost over, think again priestess! Soon you’ll leave this mortal world and enter my domain, where I will personally see you suffer far worse things, for the length and breadth of all eternity. There is no hope for you anymore do you hear me?” Marfoul said, as he shook her head roughly.
Treorna’s eyes opened briefly once more and she said, “My name is Treorna. Remember it well, because you’ll hear it again before you're cast out of your habitation. I ceased my priestess duties for you long ago in order to serve the will of my Creator instead. I will join what the Creator’s Son has prepared for those who believe and walk in the ways of the Creator and there is nothing that you can do to stop me, but your portion will be as you claimed for me, an eternity of hellfire and damnation!”
Maddened, Marfoul reared back from the table and a dagger materialized in his hand. He rammed it with all his force down through Treorna’s heart, but she was already gone. Her face, despite all the pain she had been made to feel, was wreathed in a peaceful smile, which only maddened Marfoul more.
The sentries outside the door abandoned their posts and ran blindly down the hall to get away from the hellish tantrum going on within the room they had unfortunately been tasked to guard. The demented screams of their master chased them down the hall.