Sunday’s smile never fell, merely gazing down at you as you sat handcuffed to the chair…

…and then.

”Oh, triple-faced soul… please sear her tongue and palms with a hot iron, so she will not be able to fabricate lies and make false vows…”

His voice seemed to reverberate in your skull as he spoke the incantation, and the edges of your vision began to swirl with the harmonic rhythm of Xipe’s power.