"You fucking asshole!", you cursed, tears running down your face as you held the twitching body of your son in your arms, his blood all over you. "I'll kill you, cabrón!"

Without thinking you let Moro slip out of your arms, a soft breath escaped his split lips as he met the warmth of the desert.

With hell in your eyes and no god in this world to protect Diego from the evils you would do to him, you leapt towards him and grabbed his neck with your bare hands.

Startled, he raised his pistol to put it to your temple. But at that moment, nothing could have stopped you from smashing his eyeballs in with your thumbs.

"Where is she?!", you growled with all the self-control you had left in you. "WHERE?! TELL ME AND I WON'T SHOW YOU WHAT THOSE BEFORE YOU SAW LAST!"

His hand began to tremble. Fear rose in his eyes. He hesitated. And indeed he lowered his weapon to raise his hands.

"She sent me to bring you back.", he gasped.

Your nails dug into his throat.

"WHY?!"

"Because she needs you."

An icy shiver crept down your spine.

"For what?", you asked, frowning.

Diego shook his head. Sweat beaded off his forehead.

"I don't know... I really don't know!"

Your looked all over his face. He was telling the truth, any more questions you could ask were just a waste of time. There was nothing to get out of him no more.

Your gaze jumped over your shoulder.

Motionless, Moro lay in the sand, blood soaking his clothes. He was still breathing but it was shallow, barely visible.

You had no time. Not a second.

As your eyes wandered across the floor they caught the knife that Diego Moro had held to his throat just seconds ago. Blood was on it. The sight made you want to throw up.

With brute strength you snatched the gun from him and were so far away that he could never have reached it even if the devil had laid a protective hand over him.

A strange emptiness spread in the pit of your stomach as you wrapped your fingers around the handle of the knife and picked it up to look at the blade from all sides.

Sand and blood mingled. The blood of your child.

You had sworn to yourself that it would never come to this.

"Alejandro...", you whispered with glazed eyes. "I have failed... I am terrible. Please forgive me."

Your eyes fell on Diego again. The expression on your face was enough to make him flinch. Like a scared little boy, his eyes were glued to the blade in your hand as he shook his head.

It was obvious that he knew the rumours about you. And once again your reputation preceded you.

Your lips half open, your breath heavy, you walked towards him, not taking your eyes off Diego who was crawling through the sand like an insect.

"No...", he pleaded while his eyes desperately searched for a way out.

With a harsh movement, you leapt forward and grabbed him by the neck. Like a kitten carried by its mother, he tensed.

Your eyes did not leave him as you pressed the tip of his own blade to his Adams' apple.

"Where?", you hissed with clenched teeth while your hand was shaking with built up anger. Where is she?

He swallowed hard.

"She's hiding in Las Almas.", he gasped, his breath visibly unhinged, the fear all over his face.

You sucked in a sharp breath to keep all your evils at bay until you had what you needed.

"More. Clearly."

He swallowed once more, shifted.

You picked it up as a sign that he tried to slip away. Out of reflex, your hand out more pressure on his throat. It was enough to make him freeze in fear. A thin trail of blood ran down his throat.

The sight gave you so much satisfaction that you pushed down some more.

A flinch chased through Diego's body as the tip of the blade pushed through the first layer of his skin. It seemed to put him in so much pain that he stiffened till he wasn't even able to tremble no more.

"It's one of the old houses.", he managed to press out as he was about to groan in pain. "The old Sin Nombre liked to throw parties there. It was his fortress."

As he told you, your blood froze. All the hairs in the back of your neck stood up straight. Goosebumps covered your entire body, made all of your limbs go stiff and your head dizzy.

You hated that place. It reminded you of your darkest version of yourself. But if it meant to get rid of her once and for all, you were willing to do anything.

"Anything...", you whispered and returned your gaze to Diego to make him look at you one last time. "Anything for the family. Anything for us."

His eyes widened with realisation.

But it was already too late.

Without a single thing visible on your face, you put all your pressure into the thrust and made the blade sink into his throat all the way.

Blood poured out of all his face openings as you reached the end. With his eyes widened he looked up at you, hands on his knees, while every breath he took sounded like his lungs filled up with his own blood.

You watched him, did not leave his gaze, as he slowly but surely suffocated on himself.

"They didn't just call me the faceless, you know.", a bitter smile appeared on your face as you recalled every single person you had ever killed. "Whenever I was about to kill them and they looked at my blade, they realised that no god exists. They faced me and me only. I was death to them. Do you know what happened?"

A low breath seeped from his blood lips. He choked once again. His eyes started to turn red and bleed.

"They prayed to me since no god would answer them anyways.", you continued. "And perhaps I would have forgiven them. At least some. Some deserved mercy. But you? I would have done all the evils to you. But my sons time is running out. So I'll see you in hell. Fear me till the day I arrive. And then you can try to pray to me as well."