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Chapter 42 - The Executioner

I am the Executioner. Killing people is my job. I don't like hurting people. Or animals in general. I don't like seeing things suffer. That's why I relieve them from their pain. The pain of being born and damned to lead a mortal life without goal or reason. I can see the pain in their eyes as they look up to me, their last judge, and can see it fade as they move on. I have healed them all. Releasing their souls from their mortal shells, pardoning them of every sin and crime. I am the Executioner.

I don't like seeing blood. And I don't have to see it very often. I release them with my hands. Placing warm, comforting palms on their shoulders and soothing their fear as they move on under my hands. I don't know how I do it. I just can.

Not all people are good. And not all are bad. But the fear is all the same. The pain. I take care of them all. No one gets left behind. Some come to me in times of need. Some choose to be released. Most however don't have a choice, and all I can do for them is putting them to sleep instead of letting them suffer a long death. There are the prisoners, too. They don't have a choice either. But the pain in their souls is the same. I relieve them from it. It is my duty to do so. My moral obligation.

Who am I, you ask? I am the Executioner.