"What do you know of Inquisitore, Catelyn?" asked Fr. Marcus as he
fingered the medallion.
"Only what we've learned in history," she said. "A Catholic order founded by Monsignor Donatello Rivelli, who was excommunicated from the Church in 1678. They were traditionalists, who adhered to the old beliefs. They were also renowned for their skill in torture."
Fr. Marcus nodded. "An awful lot, but useful to turn to when dealing with those creatures the Vatican could not officially recognize: vampires, demons, werewolves, and so on. They were swift and effective, but they were equally as dangerous to anyone who would dare oppose them as they were to the creatures of darkness."
"They sound positively charming, Father."
"There are at least thirteen oracles in the world," Fr. Marcus mused as he rose from his chair and began to pace. "They didn't just choose to steal ours at random. They were trying to send a message. To us. Thus, this." He placed the medallion down on his desk. "Do you know what the Latin means, Catelyn?"
Catelyn picked up the medallion and examined it closely. She hadn't even seen those words there before, they were so small. She squinted and tried to make them out. "Fear us, O darkness," she translated, "or else die in the light of the Lord."
"Good job. I'll be sure to put in a good word for you with Sr. Sinclair. It's a warning, Catelyn. Intended to frighten the recipient into submission."
"Only what we've learned in history," she said. "A Catholic order founded by Monsignor Donatello Rivelli, who was excommunicated from the Church in 1678. They were traditionalists, who adhered to the old beliefs. They were also renowned for their skill in torture."
Fr. Marcus nodded. "An awful lot, but useful to turn to when dealing with those creatures the Vatican could not officially recognize: vampires, demons, werewolves, and so on. They were swift and effective, but they were equally as dangerous to anyone who would dare oppose them as they were to the creatures of darkness."
"They sound positively charming, Father."
"There are at least thirteen oracles in the world," Fr. Marcus mused as he rose from his chair and began to pace. "They didn't just choose to steal ours at random. They were trying to send a message. To us. Thus, this." He placed the medallion down on his desk. "Do you know what the Latin means, Catelyn?"
Catelyn picked up the medallion and examined it closely. She hadn't even seen those words there before, they were so small. She squinted and tried to make them out. "Fear us, O darkness," she translated, "or else die in the light of the Lord."
"Good job. I'll be sure to put in a good word for you with Sr. Sinclair. It's a warning, Catelyn. Intended to frighten the recipient into submission."