The rider pauses, looking down at the victims. He makes sure their souls are gone, nothing left to rescue. The demon howls internally - so many innocent dead.
Nothing more to do her but linger in the torture chamber, the bike's engine gives a banshee's wail, and the rider descends further into this hell to find the sin spurring him on, the bike's wheels hitting the water and eliciting a serpent's hiss as it drives across the liquid surface.
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