Scorn growled and flew over to grab Star Adam by the neck, more vaporized napalm blood curling from his mouth.
"People like them don't even deserve to live. With a single burst of the red light, they experience a lifetime of suffering in the seconds it takes to fry them to a crisp. They see and feel all the rage and hatred of those they have wronged as they perish."
Scorn let go of Star Adam and looked at the woman, who by now looked grateful but visibly frightened.

"Consider your son avenged..."