Merlyn let the blood vanish. It had served its purpose, driving him off his prayer-like position. His demands irritated her further. Who was he to complain over defilement over a home, when he had defiled that most precious of God's gifts, the gift of life.
Merlyn knew, or thought she knew, that she was merely the instrument - a vessel for the anger of others. The was no room in her mind for thoughts of island manipulation of her emotions. Based on her past, she felt certain it was God and his victims who cried out for justice. If he wanted to see them, she would show them to him again. One by one, she gave him visions of his victims, standing before him and staring defiantly, wearing expressions of anger as deep as the rage she felt, then she lit the area around them with a bright light, a reflection of how she saw God.