Murderous instinct [Englisch]

The region was surrounded by shadows. The darkness distorted the bright shine of the moonlight, which tediously rose above the heights of the mountains.
„Agnes parax ni, Sulvan.“, a voice murmured hoarsely and the dark silhouette of a boy appeared in the shadows. „I've come to give audience to your admission and accept the disgraceful deed, the sin that has been bothering you."
An amused smile graced the face of the boy. Then he turned serious again and continued, before the man could get a chance to speak.
„To free you from your suffering, your existence will find its end here. May you pursue the right path in your next life.“
He ended his speech and a bright shining light, which emited both purity and authority, bundled right beside him.
„That's impossible.. arent' you... how can you...?", the man stumbled and carefully backed off.
The boy looked away for a moment, then he focused on his target again. He grabbed the broadsword which the light had formed for him and moved forward.
„Sorry, I have no time for chit-chatting. It will be over soon, don't worry.“, he whispered and lunged out with his weapon.
The red drops shimmered in the shallow moonlight and the wind howled in a choir with the rustling of the trees, as if they were mourning for the death of two men.