She only kills 'saints' in the name of the lord.

But she can't say this.. After all, the lambs only bleat.

The lord himself can only bless her if she provides him with holy offerings, the purest of children like her.. That's what father always tells her.

Her ears twitch, her jaw unhinges. She can't identify anything in that moment besides the wandering sets of legs she hears. Mammal, human.. It must be returned when she finds it.

Maggy was never born for anything, but she was raised for this in the time of rebirth. One she knew she must be grateful for, even if it pains her every day to even breathe in this restraint father counted as a body.

Everyone has good in them, and it's best to be freed of sin.. What better way to become such if not by the purest humanity could reach?