As it has been for centuries when husbands suddenly find their beloved, honest, and chaste wives under lovers, so Stojan entered the house unplanned that afternoon, because he was supposed to be somewhere else.

As soon as the maid opened the door for him, it could be read on her face that something big was wrong. In an instant, her legs were cut off, and she was speechless, and thoughts flew over her head like a flock of birds in front of an eagle.

She remained stiff at the door even when Stojan passed her.

He stormed into the bedroom like fury, and when he saw two accidents on top of each other in a rapturous rhythm, he paused for a moment as if stiff, not lowering his astonished gaze from the scene in front of him.

An abyss of horror opened beneath his feet!

If anyone dared to draw the perfect picture of astonishment, he should have drawn Stojan's character at that moment. If a thousand Turkish spears had pierced his heart, it would have been easier for him than what he saw in front of him.

Sometimes it would be good to go down into a hole from where nothing can be seen, and not to climb to heights from where there is an excellent and distant view.

How lucky that his mother, Stojanka, never gave birth to him so that he did not have to see that shame with his own eyes.

Was what he loved and embraced only a shadow of divine treasure, not a treasure?

He felt as if he had entered, not into his own house, but into a disgusting refuge where snakes had made a nest in filthy debauchery. His wife and the mother of his dead children trampled and spat in front of his eyes all that is pure and holy that adorns life. The woman who, in his opinion, wore the beauty of this world suddenly turned into some dirty miracle. Suddenly she lost all her beauty and all that adorn a woman. In an instant, she ceased to be that tender and weak, that wonderful being he secretly celebrated in his heart.

This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.

Is there anything worse than someone grabbing your beauty with the stinking breath of evil?

Suddenly and without warning, what had always been innocent and pure in his mind became dirty.

In Stojan, the womb overturned with anger. Anger was born in his stomach, a bastard from an unknown father and mother. Then that rage fertilizes itself and, with incredible speed, gives birth to hatred whose depth prevails over Stojan. His vision was shrouded in a haze and became blurred.

Invisible darkness began to swallow him.

The mind disappeared.

As fast as in a dream, Stojan turned into a death that seemed to always lurk in sin.

After the fever shook his whole body, he pulled out a full muzzleloader pistol from behind his belt and, aiming at it, fired at Lorenzo, who was numb with fear. The bullet hit him in the left shoulder, and he stumbled from the blow and then quickly flew like a cat to the closed window through which he passed outside without sparing his body.

A scream of horror erupted uncontrollably from Vinka's mouth. Her face was as pale as if fainted, and her hands trembled uncontrollably.

She saw her death in Stojan's eyes.

Stojan threw the muzzleloader pistol out of his hand, so he pulled a sword from its sheath and made a cross in the air with it.

“Sin came to this world through a woman! “– he said in a sharp voice full of anger.

And then, as if enchanted, as if bitten by a devil's dog or the devil himself, he began to cut the betrayal, the shamelessness, and the terrible evil that screamed in fear under the blade of his justice.

Before she let go of her soul, sin trembled in Vinka's eye, quickly disappearing so that a tear would appear in its place. Life flashed before her eyes like lightning as she felt shame, horror, and pain inside her.

The world was fading away suddenly, with lightning speed.