Life is short, they tell her.
She nods and prays. They say, death is sacred. Faram has made it so.
Agrias looks up to the sky. Agent of holy retribution and death, they smile at her, kind and sharp, walk your path of light and know that your death shall save you.
Her sword feels strong in her hand. "Holy Father," she prays, "Bless me with your Light that I might protect those I may."
Foolish child, they say, disapproval ringing like their holy bells, there is no sanctity in life. Only in death may we see His Holy Light.
She fights until her body gives out, until she is on her knees weeping. Holy Knight, rise and stand before the might of the Father. Follow your path and show no mercy. It is your duty to send mortals to God.
"Stasis Sword," she growls, feeling holy power rip through her like a tide. She slowly stands.
Approval lies in their silence. Agrias smiles, blood seeping down.
"Holy Father, bless me so that I might protect the innocent from undeserving fates."
They sigh. Daughter, one day, you will understand. But always shall you serve us and our purpose.
Agrias leaves.
