They’d paid for their sins.

He watched them dance long after the others had stopped. They bared their breasts and danced in erotic ways that let every man there know they needed to be punished.

They would have to be cleansed of those sins.

He had seen others dance like that before, but he hadn’t been asked to punish them. Those had been pure of heart and led the wrong way, forced to do it to fit in with the sinners’ beliefs.

He knew the ones that would find their salvation and redemption on their own, just as he knew the ones that would need his help getting there.

The men were not responsible for reacting those women, they couldn’t help their weaknesses.

He knew it was always the women that lead the men into sins. Knew, they could be saved when all the sinners paid.

He wiped the polish down the handle of his knife again, cleansing any tainted blood from it the rain hadn’t washed away.

He had done his duty and been a faithful servant, he would be rewarded for his service in the end.

His heart was pure, and his soul was clean.

He could rest for now, for he had been told when he had to cleanse the sinners again.

He had time to rest.