"You ungrateful halfwit. Honestly, I don't know why I even bothered with you given how incompetent you've always been."
"I understand why you are so angry, but—,"
"If not for me, you would not have this chance to bear witness to the forthcoming Apocalypse, nor the deliverance of Her Paradise! You shall do as I say, and do it properly this time, lest I send you back to the pits!" The woman's light blue eyes burned a hole in the young man.
"I understand, Priestess. I apologize." Bowing his head in respect, he turned away from the woman. His hands clenched into fists at his sides as he walked away, the heels of his shoes clicking loudly on the stone floor. The only reason he had any issues in the first place was because the creatures were becoming increasingly agitated as of late and it was getting more and more difficult to move freely through the town. He and the Priestess hadn't seen eye to eye for a very long time, so it was nothing new that she would become angry at him for the slightest hiccup in her plan.
Releasing a self-pitying sigh, he turned his mind to the business at hand. For things to work, all the Sects needed to work together, which was never easy. While they all had the same base beliefs, their practices often varied greatly. They all had different ideas for how to bring about Paradise, but it always came down to the same thing; The Suffering of Man Kind. This time, however, the Priestess was in charge. She needed blood for her rituals, but not just any blood would do; it had to be the blood of Sinners. Such was a commodity not easily found in a town as pure as this. Anyone who didn't follow the Teachings of the Sects had already been purged. He needed new flesh. The signs of the Apocalypse were many and if he didn't find what he needed they would once again be refused Paradise.