"The wound is not mortal." Vargas replied smoothly. "Not for some hours, unless you are fool enough to attempt to remove it. Now ... to finish my work here." Vargas smirked slightly and drew another, significantly shorter blade from his back.

"I believe your harlot will be coming soon to avenge you. Perhaps I can make her scream again, only this time you will be able to hear it ..." He sneered and stuck the blade in deeper, so only the crossbar and handle of the blade stuck out of his back, the rest of the blade sunk deep into the cabinet and the wall.

"You should not have betrayed your kind. But in the end, we are all in the judging hands of the Lord. Pray, traitor, if the pain will permit you."

And with that, he was gone.