"𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙥𝙞𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙤𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣, 𝙨𝙡𝙪𝙩." Whispered the cold-hearted angel into the ear of the 27-year-old chained woman in front of him. With a disgusted facial expression, he ordered his personal assistant to bring in the wooden Crosses with just a snap of his fingers. "N-No P-please have M-me-Mercy" she sobbed. Daniel brought a heavy-looking sack into the room and poured the contents on the bleeding victim. >------------_---------> Ares clicked with his tongue, took a few steps back and watched the woman who was covered in crosses from the church. His assistant took the bucket full of boiling oil and threw the aching liquid at the woman. With a grin, the Satanist looked at his assistant, the woman screaming so loudly, the neighborhood not as quiet as just a few moments before. >-----------_---------> "Isn't it peaceful, boss?" Daniel asked. Ares nodded sarcastically before walking out, his companion right behind him, burning the house down before opening the back seats door of the vehicle on the front holding it open for his boss getting into the front seat of the black bugatti, driving in direction sunrise.