[ Cain has hopefully seen him before. Striking for being one of the tallest figures around, he once cut an impressive figure. Now he just looks like an exceptionally large pile of dead meat, his body battered almost beyond recognition.
Once, this man looked at all with earnest and curious eyes, with a stern kind of gentleness. Now his eyes look at nothing.
Even the smallest of creatures that are going about their day next to him mean nothing now.
By an anthill lay the pitiful remains of Sariel, the executioner angel. ]
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Once, this man looked at all with earnest and curious eyes, with a stern kind of gentleness. Now his eyes look at nothing.
Even the smallest of creatures that are going about their day next to him mean nothing now.
By an anthill lay the pitiful remains of Sariel, the executioner angel. ]