Thread:Rocketlauncher22/@comment-29711200-20160922031821/@comment-26444418-20161202010504

Okay now I'm obsessed >.>

He left at midnight.

Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea to go tramping out when the moon was its brightest, but it was the only way he could ensure this would work.

Cross in hand, he walked like a ghost. Slipping past silent houses that hid secrets no one would ever dare to reveal, he stepped out of the circle of Salem and into the eerie graveyard.

He skirted well clear of the resting place of the Disguiser, past the roughly dug holes where the Executioner and the Jester lay.

“Sheriff… Sheriff… Sheriff... aha.”

He stopped at the foot of the smooth, well placed tombstone.

The clouds parted, and the full moon shone like a lighthouse in the dark. Stars suddenly popped into existence across sky’s silk woven with light. If he were to do it, now was the time.

He drew in breath, then suddenly slammed the cross into the ground right at the head of the grave. The earth shifted, as if having a life of its own. Somewhere, a wolf howled. The symbol glowed in moonlight.

“Rise!” He commanded.

And they did.

End of Retributionist story.