—Punisher Vol 13 1I watched... as the closest I've ever had to children... the loyal ninja I had raised since birth... died in droves. They died without a cry. Without a whimper. Without a single sound. They died like ninja. I saw my sons and daughters rendered into puddles of viscera by the walking meat grinder that is the Punisher. And it was... beautiful.
—Punisher Vol 13 3I looked into your eyes when you were a child and saw what you were already becoming. The Punisher was not born in Central Park. Or on any foreign battlefield. I would like us all to hear of Frank Castle's first sacrament on the road to salvation. Tell us... of the first time you killed a man.
—Punisher Vol 13 10Frank now sees his fellow man as the Beast sees them. As things of meat, indistinguishable from one another... except when it comes to man's most important of features. His sins. The ones they've already committed. And even the blessed ones yet to be. The sins that are still just dreams and longings within their insides. Once the Punisher kills the sinful for what is in their hearts... he will have cast aside all Earthly things... and become the Beast's gospel made flesh. The High Priest of the Red Worship. Deliverer of the Sacraments of Steel. After today... there will be no more question of who deserves to sit upon the Sickly Throne. All hail the Fist of the Beast. Lord High Slayer of the Hand. All hail the King of Killers.
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