The day had finally come. Jedidiah could not forgive Haku for the monstrosity he had committed, he could not simply erase from his mind the sight of the dead bodies. The stench, the arduous task of burying everything in the ground, the way you could not even recognise their faces. All of this, burned into his mind, giving him the strength to accept Gabriel's proposal. They were going to burn the monster to the ground, see his flesh destroyed in a holy fire. God would have wanted it that way. God was sending his messengers on this journey, to teach the Dahlians about harbouring a monster in their midst and protecting him for as long as they had. Jedidiah would see them repent for their sins.
They travelled silently. He was in his four-legged form, though others seemed to choose the halfway or even two-legged one. That was of no concern to him. He could find his own way, he could simply choose to stay back. That was what his role should be. He should have his green satchel across his back, filled with herbs and medications for the injured coyotes. But not tonight. As they crossed borders, he did not regret coming along. Today, he would not be a healer. He would be a fighter, a messenger, a voice for God and His word. There was no expression on his face. Wrath would not do in this kind of situation. Wrath was for the weak and he would not let himself fall prey to that.
The fire started with Gabriel and continued with Cotl's cocktails. It spread and devoured the wood. The sound of it filled his ears and his hackles rose. Soon, they would come pouring out. The sinners. The sinners who worshipped the monster Haku. Jedidiah was ready for them. He would take them down. God would prevail.
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