Archie, dazed and confused, watched me as I stood next to him. From my hand and the blood splattered pointed rock I still brandished blood dripped, red raindrops, dripping slower, befitting a weakening storm.
His irrelevance was annoying. Even if he wasn't irrelevant, it would be annoying to have to waste thought on him. He'd served his purpose.
I couldn't be bothered to kill him.
A needless sacrifice was pointless, wasn't it? A needless sacrifice gave no honour to God or God's Priest.
But Satan was different.
With indifference, I smashed the rock into Archie's face as I walked past.