Jack Lewis never felt this free before in his entire life. With the help of some faithful Icebearian servants, he had managed to charter this small plane. He flew directly to the city of Shirekeep. He knew that his destiny is there.
The plane flew through the blue skies, high above the clouds. Jack Lewis felt at easy. Finally. He couldn't be much closer to the Lord than he was now. He closed his eyes to say a silent prayer and thank the Lord of Ice for his mercy and his guidance in his life.
Sitting there in the cocpit of the plane, Lewis went through his plan once again. His accomplish lied in the back of the plane, he took his cyanide pill as asked. So far, everything went great.
Shirekeep was of course the final destination of the plane. He would make his final stand there.
The small private plane had now entered Goldshire airspace. In less than an hour, he would reach Shirekeep.
From out of his pocket, Jack Lewis took a small picture of the Lord. The Icebear had always been with him, but Lewis wanted a visible token of his presence now with him.
He switched Automatic Pilot on and closed his eyes again.
"Holy Lord, Divine Being". he prayed "You know that your servant is about to sacrifice everything today for you. Not because there would be something worthy in that act, for I know I am but a foul creatury, constantly going astray of your divine path. But today, I wish to show you my gratitude and obedience. I will now do something that will be in the hearts of all heathens for years. So that thine name may be glorified and feared. Oh Lord, give me strength and help me in what I am about to do. Make me courageous and strong."
Lewis opened his eyes. There it was before him: Shirekeep. The foulest of all cities. The city of heathens and of those who deny the truth of the Lord. Oh, how they will suffer in the Pool of Fire... The thought made Lewis shiver.
He took over controll of the plane again. These were the final moments. It had to be executed perfectly now. The plane descended towards the city. He flew past Raynor's keep with high speed, altitude was frightning low. He could almost hear the people on the streets scream and see them point towards the plane that came falling out of the sky.
There it was, the beacon of sin. Lewis had chosen a target that was a symbol of the Heathens in this city: the Cedrist temple. Standing there in the middle of Raynor's village, the people in the temple kept on blaspheming and spoiling Shirerithians with lies. That would end now...
"Oh Lord, Oh Icy Lord, I near my end and I near the end of the final task I had to do. I will die soon, Holy Icebear. Please, take me as thy servant and take me with you to the eternal plains of snow and ice."
Lewis pressed the button to switch on the intercom. His voice sounded trough the cocpit and all nearby pilots and airline personel could hear Lewis' final words.
In the name of the Lord, oh heathens, I tell you... Die!!!!
With a loud bang, the sound of thunder, the plane crashed into the east side of the Cedrist temple. The damage was huge. Half of the temple was blown away and a giant ball of fire rose up from the crash site. The screams of the dying and the sounds of explosions filled the sky.
Lewis didn't live to see it, he had given his life for the Lord....