and ignorance

As you approach the cell, the man inside glares at you. “So, the pervert king himself comes to **** me? You enjoy the darker things as well?”

You roll your eyes and look at him. “How’s the arm? Uzume broke it pretty bad, I understand. I know the doctor splinted it before you woke up. I figured you wouldn’t want Kali healing it.”

The man tries to spit at you. “Your goddamn freak show doesn’t impress me. Do what you will, I’m not afraid.”

You sigh. “What’s your name? So I don’t need to call you ‘you’ anymore.”

“My name is eat shit, you fucking psycho!”

You shrug. “Ok then, Mr Shit. Here’s the deal. I’m going to ask you questions, and you’re going to insult me. I’m going to ignore that and ask more questions.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

You continue talking like you hadn’t heard him. “Then you’re going to shout at me, and eventually I’m going to get bored and leave. That sound about right?”

The man sneers at you. “You think you’re so fucking smart, don’t you. I hope I can see your face when the Protector kills you.”

You shake your head. “More talk of ****. You know, you’re bad at this. You and your people don’t scare me. You’re irritants. Lunatics. Fanatics. You’re just another obstacle in the way of this world becoming a good place.”

He stares at you. “How can you associate with those subhumans? You’re a disgrace to humanity!”

You shake your head. “You’re no use, are you. I was hoping you would be able to be reasonable, but you’re just as brainwashed as your underlings.”

“Brainwashed? I’m a seeker of truth! I’m a **** of cleansing! I’m…”

You wave a hand and silence him. You’re grateful for the mute spell you absorbed, though you intended it for moving stealthily. The man tries to shout at you, becoming more and more agitated. You lean against the wall across from his cell and speak calmly.

“As I was saying, here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to spend a couple days trying to get you to talk. You’re going to get increasingly angry and antagonistic. I’m going to give up, and you’re going to be executed for your crimes. Now, I don’t ****. If **** is what you want, you crossed the wrong border. I’m sure the demons to the west will happily **** you.”

You walk closer. “There’s another option, of course. You can talk to me like a normal person, and we can work things out.”

You shrug. “I don’t have high hopes for that, honestly. I probably should have let Uzume kill you. But I’m a big softie.”

You look at him through the bars, eyeing him up. He backs away from the intensity of your gaze. “I will say this, though. Your actions were a mistake. I’m going to send out word of what you did, and that there will be no mercy next time. Next time me or my family is threatened, I will return the favor tenfold to your little cult. I know your Protector is expecting word from you. Tell me, will he send more like you?”

You lift the spell, and a stony silence falls. After a minute, you nod. “I’ll come back tomorrow. Maybe think on what I will do if I’m attacked again, and decide if it’s worth defending your cult or if maybe you’re on the wrong side.”

Before he can answer, you turn and leave, hearing him start shouting **** at you again.