There's a few moments of confusion. How can the man feel joy at such horror and suffering. Nicholas, likewise, recoils at the thought.
And then Zarathos realizes he doesn't care. His is not to care that some enjoy the devil's lash once they're under it, until the devil finds a new tool, his is to send them on their way.
He doesn't free the tied victims, only those still alive on the wall. There are more innocents to save, but more importantly, there are two more sinners.
The reverend is next. For while the woman certainly needs to meet the fate she's wrought, the loss of the one true innocent in this whole place, the unborn baby, cannot be forgiven.
The Rider just melts through the door this time, the heat of the fires licking at him hotter than even he ever remembers them being, the punishment of the artist giving him no release at all with so much evil yet here.
"Reverend..." he growls. "Judgement... it is not yours."
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