Blasphemy: "Sarah… are you here with me?"
Sarah (weakly): "Please... don't let the children see me like this."
Blasphemy's minions echoed together: "Blasphemy!"
Blasphemy (coldly): "Why would I listen to a sinner?
You see... your trial is today.
So whatever happens in front of the children... that's on you."
Sarah (angrily): "What do you want from me?!"
Blasphemy (smirking): "Why did you take care of them?"
Sarah: "I don't know."
Minions: "Blasphemy!"
Blasphemy: "Wrong answer. Try again."
Sarah: "I don't know… maybe I felt alone."
Minions: "Blasphemy!"
Blasphemy (leaning in): "Wrong again. Just say it.
Let the truth free you."
Sarah paused. Her breathing was shallow. Blood trickled from her lip.
Sarah (quietly): "What about you? You tell me... why do you think I did it?"
Blasphemy: "I think... you're still angry.
Angry that you lost your husband and don't forget that your child was sacrificed in one of our failed rituals.
You wanted revenge. You took the children in... not out of love, but out of hate.
You see where I'm going?"
Sarah (broken): "So... I took the children to bring misfortune to the village...
and hoped it would end."
Blasphemy (tilting his head): "Your words, not mine.
Is that what happened?"
Sarah paused again.
Her mind raced.
They already have a specific answer. No matter what I say, I'll be wrong.
Why didn't I even bother asking? if i just heard his answer.
These past six months would've been easier if I just .... Asked.
She looked toward the children.
A broken heart behind a bruised face.
Her body was bleeding. Her spirit shattered.
She mouthed "I'm sorry" to them...
spit blood to the ground…
then turned to face Blasphemy.
And with everything she had left, she spoke:
Sarah:
"The only blasphemy I see... is you.
The only blasphemy I hear... is your words.
I am the end and the beginning. Justice and injustice.
That's what we call nothing.
You're a fool who thinks he can play god.
I can't wait to see how your story holds up when your believers bury you…
and strangers piss on your grave."
And for some reason… Blasphemy let her speak.
No one interrupted.
Sarah (breathing heavily):
"You hear that?
No one said blasphemy.
That means even your followers… agree with me."
She staggered, struggling to breathe, her chains rattling softly.
Blasphemy didn't say a word for a full minute.
The silence was heavy. Unsettling.
Then he finally spoke, his voice low.
Blasphemy:
"Don't be afraid.
Dead people tell no tales.
But here… this will be one worth telling.
A woman… desperate for peace.
She tries to anger the guard enough to kill her on the spot—
just so she doesn't face the executioner…
whose methods are far from orthodox.
So she gets personal.
She uses the fact that she knows him.
One day, that guard lost his temper.
He pulled her from her cell and dragged her outside.....
blindfolded, in shackles and everything
She thought, maybe… maybe he would grant her a clean death.
He even removed her blindfold.
She turned, about to thank him.
But then he turned her face gently … and right there—
stood the very monster she feared all along.
And now...
now she has to stay with that monster for a whole week before her time comes."
He stepped closer, eyes like ice.
Blasphemy:
"Sometimes, Sarah…
reality is way better than the alternative."