and the truth shall set you free
Tyril has always known that the Order is a sham. Witches and curses, goddesses and divine rights? They exist, of course. They are his heritage, his duty. But while he grasps with nails and teeth to the smattering of teachings passed onto him as a child, he has yet to come across someone with any connection with the supernatural.
Has he implicated those who are politically inconvenient? Certainly. Fabricated evidence for the financial benefit of his benefactor? Many times. Removed the deeply deranged from the public eye? On occasion. But none were witches.
And yet he killed them all. Slowly. Sometimes for an audience, but most of the time just under instruction. Not a drop of the occult flowed through their veins, each of the accused incapable of doing anything more than scream for the Goddess’s mercy.
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