Saw that favorite, @Penguinistababy. {Eyes darkening, he gave a slow, ominous smile.} Ain't that just like a woman. Gazin' upon that which she covets.

Villain? {A cruel glint in his eyes, he slowly smiled, voice lowering to a dark murmur.} Those who speak ill of Her /shall/ bend the knee, little girl. By will or by force. Your call.

Lookin' upon you folk once more, and I see nothin' has changed. Corrupted. All of you. Lettin' women's filth seep into your soul, lust turnin' you from the path. You ain't got the strength to stand against it. But you will. /She/ will teach you. Lift the Good Folk. --

-- Burn the Dirty folk. She is comin'. Gird yourselves. {Fire in his eyes and ice in his smile, he bowed his head, singing low as he wandered away.} Glory, Glory. Hallelujah...

-- his head, cruel eyes locked on Thomasina Hart.} I see through to your heart, little girl. You know what you are? Dirty. --

-- Makes all kinds of sense that you'd know one of your own. {Turning away, hands clasped behind his back, he strode -- Thomasina Hart

-- into the shadows, calling back to Thomasina Hart as he disappeared.} Mind your manners, girly. I am always watchin'. Ready to cleanse -

-- the world of sinners. {singing softly} Glory, Glory... Hallelujah... Thomasina Hart

You lookin' for me, girly girl? 'Bout time. Ain't gonna get saved rollin' in the dirt with the rest of the sinners.

{singing softly} Glory... Glory. Hallelujah.

Pride. That's a woman's sin. Ain't got a single mirror in my house of worship, girly girl. You ain't doin' nothin' but projectin'. x.com/BPRP_Beastie/s…

Ain't murder, little girl. Just wipin' the world clean of sinners. Holy work, while you and your kind tempt good men from the path. -- x.com/BPRP_Beastie/s…

-- Ain't your fault. {huffing} Givin' in to urges is all you're good for. x.com/BPRP_Beastie/s…

{lifting a brow} I know my scripture, /boy/. I don't answer to your God. Ain't no more'n a matchstick burnin' in the dark. x.com/FallToMyKnees/…

Gouge out one little eye, and everyone goes all touchy-like. {huffing} Ain't like the boy was usin' it.

I pluck a nerve, /boy/? {disdainful} I want a lecture on theology, I'll turn to Her. She'd turn your teeny-tiny God into a quiverin' -- x.com/FallToMyKnees/…

-- mass of goo and not give a sweet second of Her time to considerations playin' nice. Fact is, you ain't nothin' but human. Makes -- x.com/FallToMyKnees/…

-- you just two things. Frail. And dirty. Run along now. x.com/FallToMyKnees/…

{Head bowing reverently, hands clasped behind his back, he allowed himself a moment to gaze upon Her magnificence before turning and -- x.com/BenIsGlory/sta…

-- striding away} {singing softly} Her truth is marchin' on... x.com/BenIsGlory/sta…