Jun 6, 2021
Our Master taught us to be merciful. To send the false worshippers of tainted blood to an end befit them.
There is no greater mercy than agony.
The Executioners made good use of the fact that those who consumed the vile blood were tough to put down. Resilient like the fibers of a young branch - they would not snap with just the simple break over the knee.
If caught one should hope it was by a precise skewering that ceased the function of the brain. While the violence they could serve to a captive knew no end.
They would twist the yearling twig until every strand of its fibers were exposed. Severing each one by one until life ultimately ceased.