March 15,Year 1467 in the year of Glabados

The girl that had previously accused St. Ajora two years ago was right. St. Ajora is not a saint…but merely a Lucavi. I, a loyal servant of the true Ajora, Altima, am striving to bring back the days when demons were the overlords of the world.

The purity of this girl that I am talking about…disturbs me. While most other men and women would gladly accept the lies that the Church of Glabados compiles, this young girl—whom we are forced to accept as being innocent for she is under that crucial age, had slandered the true master of the world, calling her a 'liar' and a 'blasphemous heretic'. Clearly, this has to be stopped, so as to not impede the progress of the Lucavi in the reconquest of this world.

I have personally issued an order for that girl to come to Lionel's church. Her name was Reis Dular, the daughter of a hunter south of Lionel, near the city of Warjilis. She had come into the church three weeks ago, apparently after having thrown out her negative feelings for Altima and the Lucavi, meekly accepting what words that I have told to her personally. I feel, however, a little uneasy; perhaps this girl in question had been instructed by her father to keep her personal feelings about religion to herself. This will have to be investigated to a later date.

In the first week of her arrival she had turned most of our lesser male clergy into women-loving fiends; her beauty I cannot deny, it being sourced from God's very goodness. However I, as a Lucavi, cannot say so; I merely think of it as a coincidence. Pray, I hope that Altima herself had not listened to my thoughts. It would have been hazardous to my life, being in her inner circle of clergymen and one of high esteem. Still, it is worrisome to see the male clergy turning towards her with something other than the somber, serious look that they usually wear. This could be fatal to the resurrection of Altima, should they disagree with our ideals when she turns against us.

Many a day have I seen her outside selling fine wares in the marketplaces of Lionel; clothing and cloth of the finest quality, and war garments of high durability. Quality I cannot deny myself, for I see use in this; if we purchase enough while she is in town, I believe that when the demons rise again we shall be outfitted with the finest of gear. Should she be turned to our side, we shall have a fine asset in our possession, disposable too, alas.

A sad stare she had, one that would rank equal to Altima's beautiful icy gaze. Very few times had I seen her inside the church hall without that stern draconian look in her eyes, though her expression says otherwise. She must be hiding something in the depths of her mind…

Interrogations I have held with her, though not at all obvious to the young girl's mind; I have had these branded 'religious lessons' for the 'less believing', and I have extracted much valuable information after I had asked her over the past three weeks.

One; the girl is the possessor of a Zodiac Stone; she had questioned me about any proof of God or St. Ajora ever existing, and I had shown her mine; she then showed me hers, smiling rather coldly, I might add. A kind of expression I like. Still, the stone would be a great asset to the Lucavi, for it holds another one of us that is locked away within the depths of the stone.

Two; she is the beloved of one Beowulf Kadmus; purportedly an esteemed young temple knight in a guild of Lionel. Perhaps I can take over her mind and soul through him. If not, I will destroy both of them through any means possible; it is imperative that Ajora either has the two on her side or both of them shall be execrated.

Three; I have felt the presence of another…living soul inside her soul. It is quite uncommon, possibly even unique—that one living person should have another soul embedded inside one's own. People commonly lay their hands on a defeated creature's soul crystal and that is all; either absorbing their knowledge or taking their life force, but never melding with the creature. This I will have to research more into.

That would be all the things I can decipher from what information I have gathered of her. Perhaps I should speak to her peers and this Beowulf Kadmus. Maybe they can shed more light on her origins and her knowledge.

It is known that this girl was illiterate when she had come into the Church, but for a miracle of Ajora! This girl-Reis Dular-had learned to read within a surprisingly short period of time, within three days she had learned enough to read the most complex of religious texts. She had become one of the most studious youths that I have seen; her being only ten if I have heard correctly from Travis Dular, her father. This worries me more; if she reads the dreaded Germonik Scriptures—the very history of our saint—our secrets would be blown to shreds. I have had it destroyed on a church bull; by a priest called Simon Pen Rakshu, I have had the last remaining copy obliterated.

Concerning the romance affair between the temple knight Kadmus and Reis…This might become an entry point for an intrigue to see what other knowledge the girl possesses. I have sent an enthusiastic young priest called Edward Buremonda to investigate it; he appears to have a penchant for trying to separate the two love birds. Curse my tongue! I should not speak of love! My master is one of death and destruction and overrule, not one of love and peace.

I have instructed Buremonda to conduct his mission effectively and efficiently; under the pain of death is he undertaking the mission. Should he be unable to extract 'necessary' information from her, he is to destroy both of them immediately upon failure, to dispose of all trace of anything ever happening on the spot. True, I have a few doubts about the honesty of young Buremonda, but on his fiery insistence I have relented. You had better not fail me, junior priest…

That is…possibly all that I have to say.

By the word of St. Ajora,

Queklain Draclau