Dorn sat down on the front porch of the tavern. He had just finished sweeping the porch and needed a moment to breath before going in and prepare for the evening rush. The afternoon was often slow. In a bigger city there would be a steady stream of customers all day, but here in the village Dorn’s busy times were confined to the lunch and dinner crowd.
As he sat, Dorn thought about who would be next. It wasn’t that he was simply blood thirsty, Dorn served a much higher purpose. Everyone of them deserved to die.
One could make an argument for the inherent morality of man but that really never held up to scrutiny.
Was man ever taught to lie or steal? No, that was ingrained before birth. Dorn knew how to hate and envy long before he was taught that it was wrong. All are guilty and so Dorn willingly took upon himself the burden of cleansing the world.
Dorn looked out over the village square at the various townspeople milling about.
“You all deserve it. Even in your precious Bible we find that truth.”
Dorn smiled for a moment. He wondered if their God would be pleased with him. He chuckled to himself. Dorn didn’t believe in God. But he did believe in justice.
“For all have sinned. Isn’t that what your book of Romans says?”
Dorn almost lost himself in his musings but unfortunately, there was work to be done.
Dorn got up and made his way around to the back door. Just as he was opening the door, he heard a voice behind him.
“Dorn!”
He looked back and saw Wilma hurrying over.
“Wilma. What can I do for you?”
Wilma stopped in front of him and took a moment to catch her breath. “I was just closing up the shop and...well, we need to talk. May we...umm...go inside?”
This couldn’t be good. Wilma would never make anything so obvious unless something had gone amiss.
“Umm...sure” Dorn opened the back door and ushered Wilma inside. He closed the door behind him and turned to Wilma.
“What are you trying to do?” Dorn whispered angrily “I thought we talked about discretion?”
“Dorn, this is important. Andrew came to speak to me. He’s starting to suspect you.”
“Are you sure?”
“He told my directly.”
Dorn sighed. He would enjoy it no doubt, but it would raise suspicion. Too many had witnessed Andrew storming from the tavern earlier in the day.
“I think it needs to be tonight.”
Dorn nodded. “Yes, yes. We really shouldn’t wait.”
“I’ll let Brock know to meet us there.” Wilma walked back to the door. “I’ll see you then.”
As he sat, Dorn thought about who would be next. It wasn’t that he was simply blood thirsty, Dorn served a much higher purpose. Everyone of them deserved to die.
One could make an argument for the inherent morality of man but that really never held up to scrutiny.
Was man ever taught to lie or steal? No, that was ingrained before birth. Dorn knew how to hate and envy long before he was taught that it was wrong. All are guilty and so Dorn willingly took upon himself the burden of cleansing the world.
Dorn looked out over the village square at the various townspeople milling about.
“You all deserve it. Even in your precious Bible we find that truth.”
Dorn smiled for a moment. He wondered if their God would be pleased with him. He chuckled to himself. Dorn didn’t believe in God. But he did believe in justice.
“For all have sinned. Isn’t that what your book of Romans says?”
Dorn almost lost himself in his musings but unfortunately, there was work to be done.
Dorn got up and made his way around to the back door. Just as he was opening the door, he heard a voice behind him.
“Dorn!”
He looked back and saw Wilma hurrying over.
“Wilma. What can I do for you?”
Wilma stopped in front of him and took a moment to catch her breath. “I was just closing up the shop and...well, we need to talk. May we...umm...go inside?”
This couldn’t be good. Wilma would never make anything so obvious unless something had gone amiss.
“Umm...sure” Dorn opened the back door and ushered Wilma inside. He closed the door behind him and turned to Wilma.
“What are you trying to do?” Dorn whispered angrily “I thought we talked about discretion?”
“Dorn, this is important. Andrew came to speak to me. He’s starting to suspect you.”
“Are you sure?”
“He told my directly.”
Dorn sighed. He would enjoy it no doubt, but it would raise suspicion. Too many had witnessed Andrew storming from the tavern earlier in the day.
“I think it needs to be tonight.”
Dorn nodded. “Yes, yes. We really shouldn’t wait.”
“I’ll let Brock know to meet us there.” Wilma walked back to the door. “I’ll see you then.”
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