He laughed, watching her crumpled form writhe on the ground at his feet. The first hints of red blooming slowly here and there on the thin cloth of her nightgown. This was the last time he would have to deal with her shit, he was tired of it, tired of listening to her whine about wanting to have friends, to wanting to see her family. Done with having to listen to nagging him to help around the house, like he didn't work all day to put a roof over her ungrateful head. He cocked an ear at her as the faint litany of faint syllables reached him. "Begging for mercy are we?" He snickered, a cold grin overflowing with scorn but utterly absent of humor splitting his face, "first smart thing you have done in your worthless life." "Its not a plea... Its a prayer." She answered. Something in her voice set him back for a moment. It *was* her voice, but there was.... something different about it. Given the events of the evening he would expect fear, or pain, submission, anything except... Pity? Hesitating, he took a step back as she rose smoothly to her feet before him, her long dark hair falling in waves over her face, denying him the satisfaction of seeing the fear in her eyes. "Pray all you want, you dumb bitch. No one is going to hear you." He spat back. She didn't respond at first, her head cocked slightly to the side, as though she were pondering his words. He drew back his hand, deciding he liked her better on the ground and determined to put her back where he felt she belonged. It didn't go the way he expected. His first flashed towards her face, only to be caught by the wrist inches from striking her. His eyes flashed in surprise, locking first on the small pale hand that had locked around his wrist like a vice and tracing the gaunt and emaciated arm back to the frail woman before him in confusion. "***Oh, but I did hear her...***" answered a voice he didn't recognize. He felt the first stirrings of fear in his cold and calloused heart as her eyes at least seared out from within the mass of dark hair. Although ringed in the deep bruises and mared by rivlets of crimson he had inflicted upon her in his rage, the eyes that looked back were not those of the woman he knew, and they were absent the fear he was familiar with. "***Take heed and bare witness, for the hour of your accounting has come at last. You have been weighed, and measured, and you have been found wanting.***" issues the voice from within her. He struggled now, desperately as real terror gripped him. Writhing like an animal who has found their leg in a snare and hears the hunters approach. He clawed futilely at her hand as panic gripped him. The pain tried to drop him to his knees as the sickening crack of his wrist breaking splitting the air. But her hand waivered not an inch as he dropped, leaving him almost comically suspended by the broken limb before the frail form that had been his wife only a short time ago. Their eyes met, and in eyes that had held so many things in their time, he found only rentlentless fathomless righteous fury glowing like the white hot embers of a blacksmiths forge. He opened his mouth, but the vague notion of apologizing, of begging, of pleading for a mercy he himself would never have granted, died unuttered on his lips as he found her other hand abruptly around his throat. Vicelike, the grip on his throat tightened slowly. Crushing flesh and sinew, choking off prescious air and faithless pleas. Their eyes met, and held, as life flickered and faded within him. Until, at last, justice had been done. His body hit the floor, dropping in a lifeless heap at the feet of his would be victim. The god within the frail female form gazed down at the garbage littering the floor before it without emotion. Although it would have preferred that it's host, now freed from a lifetime of suffering, be able to live to enjoy it's freedom, such was not within it's power to grant. For everything has a price, even for a God, and the price for blood is blood. So it did what it could, sending a wash of its will over the frail body it inhabited, restoring battered flesh to smooth perfection, restoring it's clothing and form to a spender it had never known in life. Her body came slowly to rest on the ground beside the other. One crumpled and broken for its sins, the other calm and serene as if asleep.