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Chapter 8

She nodded enthusiastically, and Vaskal nodded back.

"That good then."

Then he smashed his fist down on stupid squishy chief priests head, and
bits of brain went everywhere. A blow for the ages! SMASH!

The other priests as one flung themselves on the ground, even as the stupid
voice in his head started wailing and screaming about boring things. Vaskal
was pleased. This made it easier. He jumped up and down, stomping on lying
down priests as they babbled about mercy and service until they were all
smashed, and that was that.

"Okay. It fixed."

"We're going to die! You killed the great Lord's servants. I'M GOING TO DIE!
"

"Talk quiet. You so dumb."

The voice did not talk quiet, but that was okay. Vaskal had found his
clothes and money, and even one of his favourite boots. The other he had to
empty a rat out of, but it was fine otherwise.

"Okay. You get out of head now, I go home. Got to kill more one hearts.
Make more moneys. Become famous!"

And that was when Vaskal found out that things might not be quite as simple
as he'd envisioned...