[Some Men want to] Watch the World Burn

It was the dead of night, the crickets were singing and the sound of owls could be heard 'hooting' throughout the night.  Everything was peaceful before a blaze roared through the large, lucrative farm.  Blackthorne held a torch in his left hand and his mace in his right hand.  He stood outside of the door of the farm belonging to Mr. Jekis.  Blackthorne had received a paper contract from the other farm-holders to eliminate Mr. Jekis' crops.  He was making too much money from his crops and the jealousy of the others caused them to hire a man of much loathing; who goes by the name of Blackthorne.

Mr. Jekis runs out of the house and a look of horror could be seen as he gazed on at the blaze of his farm with a dark silhouette of the one responsible for it in the foreground.  "How could you do this to me!" he said out loud in a non-rhetorical manner.  One of his young daughters ran out of the house and gasped loudly, tears rolling down her face as she saw the hard work of her mother and father burning to ash before her.  

Mr. Jekis turned around and shouted to his daughter.  "Jessica, go back inside!  It's not safe here!" he shouted before the mother of the house-hold walked outside and grabbed Jessica and returned to the house.  He turned to look back towards Blackthorne, anger and frustration clearly evident upon his face.

"I have a wife and child to support!  You!" he said as he reached over to grab a gardening hoe and held it in both hands; trembling as he stood in the presence of Blackthorne.  The silhouette grew larger and larger as Blackthorne approached closer and closer.  "Don't come any closer!  I'm warning you!" Mr. Jekis said before Blackthorne came within arm's reach of the man of the farm.  A loud screaming could be heard as Blackthorne came near, causing the head of his mace to multiply and drop down, clanging upon one another.  

The man swung the hoe only for it's wooden handle to break upon Blackthorne's armor.  He continued his assault with the broken wooden gardening tool, having each strike cause a piece of the garden tool to break smaller and smaller until it begins to cause his hands to bleed.  He looked at his hands for a moment before looking towards Blackthorne with a look of horror.  

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"This would have been much easier if you just let it burn," Blackthorne stated before swinging his mace-turned-flail, smashing him over the head, splattering his brain-matter and bone fragments all over the place.  Clearing his throat, the weapon returned to it's mace form.  He gently placed his foot upon the corpse of the man and shoved it to the side, allowing him to open the door of the estate.  The door was locked, causing Blackthorne to knock on the door.  

As Blackthorne knocked on the door, the wife and the child huddled up into a corner.  Their eyes were swollen from all of the crying and the horror that they had heard from outside of the door.  Another knock on the door could be heard causing the two to shout.  "Go away!  Just let the place burn!  We won't stop you!" the wife of the farm-owner shouted out.  Without replying, Blackthorne knocked on the door once more.  "Please!  Let us live!" Jessica, the daughter shouted out before the door began to break piece by piece before the door was kicked open.

"I will let you live if you convert to the Cult of Sin," Blackthorne stated as brain-matter and skull fragments riddled his mace.  The dead body of Mr. Jekis could be seen behind the door.  Pure terror could be seen in the eyes of the two females within the house.  The mother hugged her daughter, hiding her eyes from Blackthorne's gaze.  

"No!  Just let us live!" the woman shouted out before Blackthorne quickly swung his face straight into her skull, causing her to go limp, releasing her grip upon the young Jessica.  Jessica noticed what had happened and pushed herself away from her mother and cried over her corpse.  

"Will you become a member of the Cult of Sin?" Blackthorne stated.  Tears stained Jessica's cheeks and snot began to run down her upper lip.  She looked up to Blackthorne and nodded her head.  "Just let me live!" the girl stated.  

Blackthorne extended a hand out to the girl and took her by the hand.  "Very well, welcome to the Cult of Sin, child," he said as he walked out of the house with the girl in tow to watch the rest of the farm burn.  "The parents you have lost is temporary; un-needed things in this world.  The path ahead of you will be difficult; it may kill you if you aren't mentally strong enough.  Let the hatred you feel now forge you."  The young girl simply gripped her hand tightly around Blackthorne's much larger, armored hand. 

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