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Days blended together into a long stream of crippling existence. Durgan could do nothing but wait in his dusty cell, the screams of the old, decaying woman the only sound to keep him company, impatience tearing at his sanity.

Then the guard finally came.

A huge audience had gathered to see his execution, wild and savage, unmasked as the true animals they were. The crowd cheered as they caught the first glimpse of their hero approaching the stage. Durgan glanced at them, these people who he had believe to be worth sparing and protecting and even saving, and he regreted everything he had done for them. There was nothing deserving about them.

The crowd smiled in evil delight as the guard shoved the prisoner along, forced him up the stairs, and pressed him down into position. The crowd screamed in extacy as the executioner swung his axe, and chopped the mans head clean off, and they bathed in happiness from the sight of the beheaded head lifted high, a triumphant sign of right and good in the world. Rapists celebrated their absolution from their crimes, and victims as well, and they all drew strength of the death of the legend they had manufactured with their sweet lies, and rejoiced together, as the weak had now fallen before the strong. It was finally over, and their thirst for justice was quenched.

Durgan left the animal horde a heartless man, the power of the goddess coursing through his veins. He was happy to get rid of the guards uniform, as it didn't fit him that well.

As his goddess had stopped juggling mortal words at him, and entered him, he had realized that his fate on her dinner table was not as an appetizer.