The pastor stood at the front of his sermon, chanting and praying to the Lord almighty. The room was filled to the brim with eager citizens bathed bt candlelight. They were lost sheep, soon to be guided by the Lord, the shepherd. They were finding peace in God in this dark world.

His voice was filled with emotion as he gripped his cross til his fingers bled, devoting everything and anything to his Lord. And finally, he reached the passage, Romans 12:19. The passage on revenge.

He paused briefly, but let out a breath, reading through it calmly before ending the service. People scattered out and left, leaving him alone in the dark church. He was reminiscing.

He could remember each scream of every terrible man. The things he had got away with. A sick smile crossed his face as he leaned against the podium. He had sent them to Hell for their worldly actions before God did.

It brought him a sense of pleasure. Until there was a knock at his door. "Achive Police Department!" the voice called.