Spare him

"Fine. I guess I'll spare your miserable life," you say.

"Oh thank you! Thank you, Abaddon!" Ober says frantically.

"Mercy's a sign of weakness," Lilith hisses. "Are you really going to let him walk free after how he's treated you?"

"He won't walk free," you reply.

You swing the mace through the air, smashing away Ober's legs. Ober screams, crashing to the ground. You raise the mace, bringing it down on Ober's legs with a horrible snapping as his bones break.

"Still far too kind," Lilith says, de-materializing as your demonic red gauntlet glows as Lilith presumably retreats into it.

"My legs! My fucking legs!" Ober screams.

"Silence! Or I'll take your arms! Or cock," you say with a smile.

With that, you quickly head upstairs to Ober's office, opening the safe and taking what gold lies there in a leather satchel. Ober's voice drops to a measly whimper as you head to your room in the attic, staying quiet. You go to your tiny room in the attic, gathering what little relics you have, and finally you head out the door.

"Goodbye, Ober. Don't be a stranger," you say with a grin, sauntering out the door to where Ober's stallion waits.

You climb atop him, staring out at the few stalls and markets.

"We should leave the city," Lilith says, appearing floating besides you. "Head out through the slums, and out of this wretched city."

"To where?" you ask.

"I know a place," Lilith says.