She picked the paper from Tamina's hand. Dissappearing from sight.
And as agreed, a lot of commotion sounded from the town's square. A man, the man Tamina targeted yesterday, was impaled on an enormous wooden stake placed there. He was naked, genitalia severed and pinned to his forehead, which was also severed from his body, hanging several centimeters above his torso.
And a scripture in blood painted on the ground. It was plain and simple.
"Do not fuck with demon-kin."