Chanting.
Mantras.
Prayers.
The lone man walked to the dais, the priests carrying incense and rosaries bearing angels upon them.
"I accept the burden of Cain's Sins as we dwindle in our faith. I accept the task, as a Blade of Azrael." The man recited, a black shroud wrapped itself around his torso, tightening until it became a second skin. "I accept the duty, as a Child of the One God." He continued, as the Archon recites scriptures from the tome he carried as priestesses gathered, baptizing the man in holy waters to cleanse of any and all spiritual impurities on his soul.
"I wield my blade against the heretic, the blasphemous, the demonic, the false gods, the witches, the Demi-Humans, the half-breeds." He recited dutifully; armor bolted into his very flesh as blood dripped onto the floor. "I supplicate our Father's divine decree and smite the Pagans from His world. I give no compromises; I grant no mercy. I will grant only deliverance." His flesh was cauterized from the bolts in his flesh, as the hot metal made his flesh. Steam hissed from his body, as a pair of angels, cherubs descended from above with a helm and placed it properly over his head.
"By duty and faith, I bear the symbol of the Father upon my flesh. With reverence, I receive His blessing, acquiring the absolution to my sins as I go to battle. With humble pride, I know I shall enter the Heavens with His angels guiding me." A saint walked into the chambers, carrying a sword and presented it to the warrior who graciously took it with humble humility, respect and reverence as he drew the blade and held it high, holy light dancing from its edges.
"I am His Wrath; I am his Retribution." The man stated, slowly turning his gaze towards the portrait of Hakuno Kishinami. "I…am your Doom." The Templar declared as his eyes glowed red behind his helm.
Lunar Witch Part I:
The Spell-Maiden of Twilight
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Witch-hunts of The Empire
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