The village which has executed Lady thirty years ago was still thriving in the world of Europe. They now worshiped the false god Baal and tore down the temple of the Lord in favor of building a Baal temple. They were prideful and foolish and did not know the true extent of their sins. But it would not be an angel from heaven who would descend and strike them down for their crimes against the Lord. In fact it would be a demon from beneath them.

  It was Sunday morning and Lady had been granted the chance to return to Earth for this mission. The final act to truly prove she was now a demon and warrior of Lord Lucifer. Lady stood outside the temple of Baal and could hear the preaching of the man who ordered her death. William. A man she once loved.

  As the sermon went on Lady took further steps forward towards the temple of Baal. Unimpressed with the craftsmanship and work the people have done in building the temple. For it lacked the splendor of God's temple and even the temple of the devil. Lady stood in the entrance way of the temple and stared at the people there. Friends, family, brothers and sisters, and lovers. All who once loved her who had abandoned her for she chose to walk a different path from them. When William's eyes went over to the entrance and saw the woman standing by the door he became silent. His face turned a bright white like a ghost. All the color leaving his face.

  “It's not possible.”

  Lady merely smiled a dark demonic smile as the people in their pews turned to see the woman they had executed all them years ago and fear immediately entered their hearts.

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  “What's the matter, William?” asked Lady coolly. “You look like you've seen a ghost.”

  “KILL HER!” shouted William. “KILL HER!”

  The guards came forward, but Lady stepped forward and easily disarmed and tore them apart with her bare hands. She then released a legion of razor sharp barbed wires from her hands. The barbed wires took on a life of their own and began to wrap around each man and woman who sat in the temple. Then it proceeded to tear them apart limb from limb. Ripping off arm and leg. Head and torso. Blood, guts, and organs fell to the floor of the temple as Lady walked forward moving closer to William.

  William tried to escape, but he was impaled by the barbed wires that cornered him and then he was forced to face the direction Lady was coming from. He was hoisted up in the air and held in place as Lady stood beneath him looking up at the sight of pain and anguish that the man had. The same pain she felt that day on the stake.

  “Please!” cried out William. “Have mercy on me!”

  “The same mercy you showed me?” asked Lady.

  “I had to carry out the order!” replied William. “The villagers would've killed me.”

  “Better I die for the village than you. Right, William?” asked Lady.

  “Please!” the man cried. “Please don't kill me! I love you!”

  “And I loved you,” replied Lady. “Hence the past tense.”

  “Lady!”

  “Goodbye, William.”

  Lady snapped her fingers and the barbed wires tore William apart like a rag doll. Blood and guts fell to the floor as Lady turned around and headed for the doorway. Her work had been executed and her vengeance acquired. Now there was only one thing left to do.

  Serve.