Cobra

[Robert Crisman]

He came to the church in the center of town, shrine to the Word that had sanctioned his people's red death.
The few townspeople left shrieked their hoarse prayers to their nosepicking god, who ignored them.
Outside the church, silence, much like the silence that followed the salting of Carthage, except for the howling and snuffling of dogs...
He punched through the walls of the church and finished the congregants quickly. Now only one left to kill, their cowled priest, who hissed and turned into a cobra and struck.
He laughed, let the fangs pierce his leg--what was venom to him who had died by the river the night that gave birth to this church?--and crushed the snake under his bootheel.

[Stephen Torelli]

And that's a bad man. They don't make 'em like that anymore.

[Jamie Hogan]

Some serious imagery here, and I know you took your time to figure this one out. It's meticulous. Nothing worse than people who hide behind a cause to excuse the violent shit they were going to do anyway.