As Follower rose from his bow, blood still dripping from his blade, he felt an intoxicating rush
Killing Dave and Claire hadn't merely been a victory.
It had been a revelation, a stepping stone that allowed him to get closer to ascending as an Apostle.
The Godless Demon's voice, distant yet omnipresent, pulsed in his mind like a silent drumbeat, a low, resonant call that he felt deep in his bones.
[Kill. The. Chosen. One.]
It wasn't a task anymore.
It was an order.
A cold gust swept through the square, rustling the hem of his cloak as he surveyed the square, the flickering torchlight casting ominous shadows over the Hollow Tower's towering facade.
"Where is he," Follower kneeled, "Show me where he is, master Godless, and I shall execute him on the spot."
[...]
The silence hung heavy, as if the entire world were holding its breath.
[Very well.]
