In the dark alley, blood was spreading. The girl walking from Naihe Bridge gave a trembling smile, her scarlet eyes shining with bloodthirsty excitement. The sharp chains pierced the warrior's throat. She stepped on the corpses of millions of people, wiped the warm and sticky blood from the corner of her mouth, despised all this, and smiled------
God will certainly forgive me, because that is his job.
[God will surely forgive me because that is his profession. ]
And.
I am a king and I don't need God's forgiveness.
(So in the spirit of trying to avoid Mary Sue's self-deception, I started the "slight" Mary Sue journey again)