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...
