THE DEVIL'S JEWEL
The blade gleamed wickedly in the torchlight, and Malakar caught it with practiced ease.
"Please forgive me, your majesty! It won't happen again!" the bleeding man pleaded, his voice breaking with desperation. Tears mixed with the blood on his face as he looked up at his tormentor.
Malakar tilted his head, considering the plea with mock thoughtfulness. "Even though you all know that mercy isn't my thing and I don't do forgiveness, why do you still ask for it when it can't be offered to you?" His voice was conversational, almost friendly, which somehow made it more chilling.