The man steps in the path of my blade. "What are you talking about?"
"The Second Coming!" I flick the scythe across his rotting chest, connecting his seeping sores with a fine line of blood. "Who among you is the Second Coming?"
"Wha...wha..." A third villager hobbles forward. Half his face has fallen away. "Wha...is-s-s...thuh...Se-cun...Cum-un...?"
My heart races. I turn in a circle, flashing the scythe overhead.
"They don't know about the Second Coming," says Brigid. "Not yet."
"Lies!" If they won't tell me who it is, they leave me no choice.
Leaping forward, I s***h the half-faced villager to pieces with the scythe. Then, I sweep the weapon around behind me and kill the other two without looking.
Singing the "Our Father," I wade into the whole damned horde of them, whi
