““I don’t kill people in large numbers like you did. People that never raised a hand at you,” I said, full of disgust. “You weren’t forced to kill. You loved to kill. Your sadism was contagious, like an infectious disease. It knows no bounds. You break people, you put them together broken, and they become your shadow long after you’re dead. Your wickedness infects one generation after another. You’re the true face of evil.” I stepped forward. He stepped back. His furry hooves clacked on the floor. He appeared uglier now that I could scan the whole of his body. Top half a soldier with the face blown off; the bottom half a goat. What a sight. This was his form in the afterlife.””
