Priest | The Punisher

In the early days, this place was loved by everyone, but now it was feared and avoided. After the death of Nolan's Father, everything went awry, and the sacred place became a place of residence for a crazy priest. The man claimed that he was doing everything for the sake of God, but no one believed him. However, they did not dare to say this, only nodding their heads to say hello when he passed by for his next victim.

The church was beautiful. It is a large room with clean white walls, on which icons in beautiful ornate frames were hung. There are a large number of seats from the entrance and almost to the very end, but today, as always, they are all empty.

A barely audible whimper could be heard in the farthest part of the room, while a Man with a wild smile that looked more like a snarl ran the tip of a knife across his naked stomach. Ethan was standing over a small altar with a cross with Jesus carved on it, on which lay the half-dead body of a drunk who had allowed himself to get angry at him. To bear all your anger without even thinking about the consequences of your words. The piece of shit. "A wrathful man stirs up strife, But hec who is slow to anger allays contention." The Priest whispered with undisguised pleasure, chuckling softly at the other's torment as the blade easily pierced the skin. A small trickle of blood flowed from the wound down on his stomach, staining the white marble in a burgundy color.

The victim's eyes reflected pleading and horror, but Ethan wasn't going to stop there. He needs more. And with a wild gleam in his eyes, he pressed harder, listening to the loud sobs as the point dug deeper, cutting through the skin and penetrating deeper. With a caustic grin, the Priest stroked the drunkard's reddened and tear-stained face in mock regret. "Don't worry, even if you've done terrible things, I'm sure… God will be patient with you and lend you a helping hand."

And not wanting to prolong the pleasure any longer, the man swung a knife before piercing his belly with a deafening cry of a sinner. The blood flowed even more, staining his sleeves, but Ethan didn't get distracted as he made a cut big enough for his wrist to fit through.

Moving away to a sufficient distance, the man put the knife aside and without disgust stuck his hand inside, concentrating on rummaging through the still warm intestines. He needed his heart. And he began rummaging through the fetid contents, periodically throwing out unnecessary organs on the floor with a nasty slap. When he suddenly heard the creak of an old massive door, which made him freeze and turn around.

An unknown girl was standing on the threshold of the church, but the man did not try to escape or hide the traces of his crime. Instead, he slowly turned his gaze back to the dead body, wanting to continue what he had started and get the right organ. "Did you want something, lost child?" Ethan asked rudely, annoyed at being interrupted from an important matter.