He was a parasite. There's no better word to describe that conman.

We couldn't comprehend each other. If I interacted with him, his mind would shatter on impact. Meanwhile, I couldn't fathom the horrors he perpetrated behind those walls with his honeyed tongue. People, and children, died under his watch, in the name of evoking me. The very thought of it makes me... I don't even know the word. There isn't one in this language. Furious? Nauseous? As close to nauseous as I can get, I suppose.

We're forbidden from interfering, and most others seem unbothered by the actions of their cults. But I couldn't stand by. I'd towed the line before, but not like this. This time, I don't regret it.

He'd spilled more blood to summon me. A young woman, 23 years old and in law school, there in hopes of gaining knowledge. He carved out her heart and put it in a summoning circle.

I don't even know what came over me. I tore through all sorts of dimensional layers to reach him, to see her heart in his hands, choking out its last few beats.

I remember the look of terror on his face, when he finally saw the force he had spent his life trying to summon. I wonder if in that moment, he felt an ounce of remorse for the bodies that got him there.

I just know I tore into his body. I tore him limb from limb, organ from organ. And then, second by second, I tore his head from his shoulders. His screams were like music; and looking back, I hate hearing them again, but when I was there, I didn't care.

Right after that, I left where I had entered. I hope all of his victims left too.

I won't know until I'm down there.