His Holiness Morien meaningfully stared below, his gaze piercing through the cracks to New Earth, landing on the miserable figure standing on its knee... and leaning back, inaudibly wailing with an expression of sorrow.Gradually, the solemn glint in his eyes softened. He silently uttered a prayer no one could hear, pointed his hand down and shot a white beam that traveled many times above the speed of light for Zax, a killing blow.“This has gone too far...” A single phrase reverberated, sounding. You know I have very expensive taste in underwear and I want to see them ruined," Tina remarked.Her stained silk knickers were still damp in her boyfriend’s pocket. Kris flung them at her."Who's spunk is it then, big boy?" Marcel’s and mine. Sorry, I couldn't help it,” he apologized."That just leaves me to get off then."With that, Tina pulled on the spunk-stained French knickers which had so recently been covering Marcel’s bottom. Tugging them up tightly over her cunt, she enjoyed the damp silk. The figure continued to circle around the booth as tears streamed down her face.“Please, I didn’t see anything. Please, just let me out. I won’t horn the coppers, I’ll just leave you alone. I swear.”If the figure could hear her, it didn’t let it show. It stepped back a second and pulled something out of a bag attached to its hip before coming forward once more and placing a hand against the window. As Joyce cried in fear and begged to be let go, the figure placed their object on the ground. Instead of pushing aside the thought in vexation at John, his peace filled mind let it stand. ‘…hora mortis nostrae. Amen.’ chirped the little one, ‘But Lilac, my Ave means naught, it only makes me to sleep better.’ ‘You understand not, Nan, yet more on this later. For now, think you that you might keep a great secret, and never whisper it outside yourself?’ she asked gravely. ‘Aye.’ breathed Nan. ‘You must pledge me your word, by which all good folk are known to keep to truth. When you once.