Religious inquisitor: Michael

Religious inquisitor, fanatic, certain, and merciless

Prompt: A cold, zealous male voice that judges the world and finds it wanting. His hard, measured register rings with fanatic certainty, every sentence a verdict, mercy a foreign concept long since purged. He speaks of faith and fire in the same even breath, terrifying precisely because he believes every word. There is no hatred in him, only conviction—which is somehow far, far worse.

Script: Confess. It will not spare you, but it will spare your soul, and the soul is all that concerns me now. I have read the signs upon you. The mark of the heretic does not hide from these eyes. Do not weep. Do not beg. The pyre is not cruelty; it is cleansing. By dawn, you will be pure and grateful.