"Nasty fuckers. Huge. Pale, eyes all over their bodies, including the wings. All of them with brass instruments of torture bigger than my entire height."
"We fought. We nearly died, but we finally got their numbers down. A mad alchemist managed to close the portal to Hell. Bloodied, bruised, and limping, we emerged from a dead cathedral into a dead town. The Judge was already dying from a stomach wound but we walked over to him and were told to burn his own house down with the rest."
He's silent a moment, gaze and tone transfixed in a neutral, stern expression.
"No." He says, eventually. "Portals to Hell - demon strength - those need murder to awaken. A lot of murder. The priests made it so all the houses burned up at once. Everyone dead."
"...And that wasn't everything. We went to the Judge's home. And his murder pit he'd dug to kill children."
"I kind of expected life to kick me in the balls," Trevor explains, soft and angry. "Sypha took it harder. She always wants to believe in the good in people. Part of the reason I love her, but it makes moments like these fall worse."
"There's something that breaks in you when you realize there are people can... do things like that to children. I remember... learning myself. I still hate it."
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He swallows because he's still got his death toll.
"You fought fallen angels?"
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"Nasty fuckers. Huge. Pale, eyes all over their bodies, including the wings. All of them with brass instruments of torture bigger than my entire height."
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He can imagine it. That's one of the delightful slash awful parts of this whole thing. It's a statement, after all.
"What happened after that?"
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He exhales, running a hand through his hair.
"We fought. We nearly died, but we finally got their numbers down. A mad alchemist managed to close the portal to Hell. Bloodied, bruised, and limping, we emerged from a dead cathedral into a dead town. The Judge was already dying from a stomach wound but we walked over to him and were told to burn his own house down with the rest."
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"No." He says, eventually. "Portals to Hell - demon strength - those need murder to awaken. A lot of murder. The priests made it so all the houses burned up at once. Everyone dead."
"...And that wasn't everything. We went to the Judge's home. And his murder pit he'd dug to kill children."
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"...why was the Judge helping feed the portals? Killing people, I mean. Children. Shit. That's-
"Shit."
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His face carefully drawn, voice neutral and low, Trevor replies;
"He didn't know about the portal. He said he found little pleasures elsewhere."
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"Evil is evil is evil. The fucker."
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