Sorry the day ended late, I had to go out
The town was growing even more wary. With each day that passed, more and more innocents died. They had no clue where to find the False Gods. The eyes of the townsfolk fell on Gl1tch. As of late, he had been acting suspiciously, meeting with strangers, talking in private, only to share the stories of his private conversations later that night at the tavern. True to his role, when the people came for them, he tried desperately to change their mind, offering them other targets, but the people would not listen. Trial by fire is what they called it, but while Gl1tch's body burned, the smell of burnt flesh pervading the air, the soul of a False God did not leave his body. As the people stood, transfixed by the fire, three men from the back of the crowd sneaked quietly up behind Implosion, two of them stabbing him in the eyes from behind, as a third stabbed him in the chest. His entire life, Implosion had been keeping a secret from his town. He was not a human. He was not however, a False God either. He was an immortal.
Gl1tch was an innocent and the con artist
Implosion is an innocent and the immortal