When Aetario was barely left alive, I stood up and took The Father out of his hands. He
tried to whisper some sort of protestation through his bloody skull, but it was useless as my
stomach held his tongue.
“By the holy and the unholy both I curse you for eternity, you vile pig.”
I stared at him long and hard after I said those words, and then, when he least expected it,
I blasted him into non-existence. After he was gone, I fell to my knees and began to vomit
endlessly. And then, I wept.