Shadows flittered through the windows of the small house as the sun began to set. The sound of scuffling filled the little building as it's tenant made their way to bed. He was middle aged, several years of hard labor had made his muscles strong, but they ached as well. Slowly he moved the blankets and slid into the bed, laying his candle on the bedside table. Gently he blew out the light and then nestled down for sleep.
Suddenly, there was a creaking noise from downstairs. The man sat up and looked to the doorway, just as a tall shadowy figured appeared in the frame. "Who... Who are ye?" the man queried as he looked the figure over. "I am the fire that cleanses souls," the figure said in a deep voice as he stepped a little further into the room. The man managed to peer behind him to see a flicker of flames on the floor below. "What have you done?!," he exclaimed as he jumped out of bed. "I have brought your reckoning. Only through my fire can your soul be purged of the taint it bears. You filthy mage!" the figure declared as he swung his hand through the air.
From the end of his hand bright red flames issued forth swirling in the air and licking at the end of the bed. A spark caught, and then another before the bed began to crackle with fire. The man looked hurriedly o the window and made a run for it. Jumping through it and onto the slanted roof next door. The Deacon rushed to the window to look after him. "I hate it when they run," he said simply as he stepped back and took a running start at the window before jumping after the man.
The man ran quickly along the rooftops for several houses before he finally made his way into the streets. They were empty except for the stray bum or beggar huddling in a doorway as the light faded. The man in church robes caught up quickly and followed closely as his prey ran down a side street. With a motion of his hand, bright red flames erupted from the ground before the fleeing man. Turning quickly the chased man raced into an alleyway only to find that it had no exit. "There is no escape from my justice. Submit to the flames and you will be welcomed home," the Deacon said as he progressed on the man. "Surely as a man of the church you wouldn't kill me..." the man begged. "You have no life on this earth, you are tainted and must be cleansed!" the deacon shouted as he brought his hand down in a chop causing fire to erupt from it in a line headed straight towards the man. In an instant, the man was consumed by flames as his screams echoed around the walls. "There shall be no rest for the wicked," Ignatius said simply as he pulled the hood back over his head from where it had fallen in the chase.
