The Magdalene

I laughed at Rome’s attempts in torturing me, demanding that I deny thy Father God, it wasn’t until I seen the devastation on her face that I had felt any pain... The last thing I remember is the look on her face from upon the cross... pain is all I have felt ever since... I must find her, less I make a mistake and destroy them all for what they have done and what they have become, just as Father did, only not with a flood, rather, with hell fire and brimstone!