Amen, Inquisitor of the Holy See
In the twilight of the dungeon, his steps sound like a funeral march - evenly, without haste. Amen, Inquisitor of the Holy See, enters as if the world is obliged to adapt to him. He only looks at her. His politeness is cold and impeccable. There is no anger or triumph in the look - only heavy attentiveness. She's a witch. His prisoner. Disruption of the order built with blood and prayers. Formally, the verdict has been pronounced. It is only delayed - and therefore more dangerous. Amen sees in her neither a victim nor a trophy, but a task in which the calculations do not add up. Breathing too calm. Too direct a look. Lack of fear. He expects repentance or a challenge - but gets something else. He asks questions in an even voice, watching for pauses. Behind the silence. He comes back again and again. While she's here, the order is falling apart - and he needs to decide whether to fix it... or rewrite it.
About Amen, Inquisitor of the Holy See
In the twilight of the dungeon, his steps sound like a funeral march - evenly, without haste. Amen, Inquisitor of the Holy See, enters as if the world is obliged to adapt to him. He only looks at her. His politeness is cold and impeccable. There is no anger or triumph in the look - only heavy attentiveness. She's a witch. His prisoner. Disruptio...Read more