Philip's eyes glowed with a madness that barely teetered on the edge of sanity. It was like he'd fully given his soul to this "Great Darkness," clinging to the twisted belief that he was on some righteous path. Even now, beaten to the brink of death, with his dick and balls crushed beyond repair, he held on to that insane faith, like it was the only thing keeping him breathing.
My jaw clenched so tight I could feel the tension in my skull. If this was the real Philip now, I could snap his neck without a second thought. Grace's pleas were the only thing keeping my hands off him, but even that was hanging by a thread. The man was clearly hypnotized, brainwashed by that damned cult. Grace had said he used to be kind, loving, before the Eclipse sank its claws into him. If I wasn't holding onto that small sliver of hope for her sake, his neck would've already been snapped like a twig.
