An Acrid Yarn

A wicked preacher never runs short of sermon material, as they say.

This must take place in a very small backwater town without any kind of law or clerical enforcement

enabling the Preacher as well as the

townfolks to solve their conflicts in a most medieval manner just by snuffing their adversaries

and burying them in the back yard.

A true story or not, the antagonist, our intrepid preacher is a morbid example of a self appointed

Holy Man entiled to any sexual or otherwise degenerate liberties.

The protagonist is no Knight in Shining Armour either, with his rude behaviour towards all and anyone.

The Damsels in Distress here are just helpless victims, pillaged ruthlessly by both rival parties.

Points for describing what small town religious tyranny is at its worst

and the straightforward methods how it is encountered.

Yup, absolute power corrupts absolutely. Absolute power received from Above, well, You decide...