Who's a heretic, child? (смешанная)

His armor was slick with blood and rain and he laughed as a Venatori soldier fell in front of him. It wasn’t a human laugh, it was the laugh of an abomination, as Harding liked to call him. Half him, half Spite. Half glee, half malice.
Or: What happens when Rook sacrifices himself for Lucanis in a sea of Venatori.