THE HOLY CROSS THEOCRACY
HOLY CITY OF YAWEH
SALVATION CATHEDRAL
The young acolyte ran past winding hallways and elaborate halls. The ambient atmosphere of the cathedral was one that gave anyone visiting here for the first ti an aura of intimidation and the divine. A realm of holiness and power one just could never hope to achieve, but to the most cynical atheist, they would say the stench of religion was heavy in the air. But Elysium permitted this, it allowed it to thrive, after all just as it breeds chaos, nothing breeds order just as good as religion, and the church of the holy cross was one of the oldest there is.
The ambience of the cathedral was sothing the acolyte was already used to, now it was no longer such a daunting location, but a place he has co to call his ho. A place that gave him purpose and understanding and direction the likes of which he has never experienced before. But for all intents and purposes this was his ho, but now a grave news has co forth.
The acolyte went deeper into the cathedral, escaping from the nurous halls and coming up to a central tower whose very peak pierced the clouds, to many this was known as the tower of crucifixion, or the golden cross, because that was what it was. A tower thousands of feet tall that it pierced the clouds and could be seen for kiloters on end.
The acolyte was still just a ssenger and not yet a pastor of the church, even pastors themselves were restricted in access as only priests and priestesses of the divine faith could go into the golden cross. But this acolyte was part of a special breed, he was a diviner, a low level one, but a diviner none the less.
The ability to read the codes of Elysium and divine the past and present and sotis even the future was rare, they might not be able to interfere with Elysium, but they could tell what events were currently happening, and the grand diviner of the church has just discovered sothing that warranted the attention of the Grand Saint. And this lowly acolyte was the ssenger chosen to deliver the ssage.
After a significant amount of ti, he found himself in front of a four-ter-tall golden door. The door itself was ornately crafted with the symbols of the almighty and the sacrifice of his son, and the council of light gods and the legion of divine angels that served them. this was the chamber of the saint, and standing right in front of the doors, the acolyte couldn't help but get down on his knees as a look of reverence and respect beca etched on his face.
"Y-your E-eminence; this Lowly Acolyte brings a ssage from the Grand diviner." As soon as he finished speaking there was a sudden pressure on him, however this pressure did not scare him, rather it eased his nerves and healed his soul, the acolyte was shocked. This was [Holy Bastion] and one that was probably at the highest level. Only one person in the whole of Elysium could have this spell, and here it was being used on him.
"Speak child, what ssage does the diviner have for ?" an incredibly soothing voice sounded out, and with that it confird a rumor for the young acolyte; the current grand saint was in fact a woman, while not the first, she was the youngest ever; 46. The acolyte swallowed as he prepared to deliver the ssage.
"The grand diviner has received a revelation your eminence, a death class holder has risen in the frontier." The acolyte said, waiting for affirmation from the saint to continue his ssage.
"Which frontier?" she asked, and the acolyte bowed even lower as he answered.
"The Bahrenburg frontier your eminences, the Grand diviner has also said that he lives with the light of holiness in his veins and is loved by death herself." The acolyte completed his ssage as he bowed waiting for a verdict.
"it seems that's all the ssage you have for , very well. Go back to the diviner parish and have the grand diviner co pay a visit, so we can have a talk about this necromancer that lives with the light of holiness and is loved by death. You're dismissed acolyte, remain blessed by the father, the son, the spirit and the divine lights of the savior." The acolyte bowed and then turned around to walk down the massive tower and head another few kiloters back to the diviner parish. He couldn't wait to be a priest and be granted a teleportation dallion, at least moving around will be much easier.
He was gone, but there was a heavier atmosphere as the only thing that could be heard was the breathing of the saint. And then she spoke, her voice traveling across a great distance unheard by the ears of many, deep down into the basent of the tower, to an obscure room where a man sat on a throne made of bones with a book in his hand.
"Malik another death class user has surfaced, this is the seventh one in recent mory, and from what I've heard it seems he is quite special as opposed to the others. I need you to go to Bahrenburg frontier and retrieve him, make sure he is unhard. And fully whole Malik I would not want a repeat of last ti." The voice of the saint admonished as the man closed the book in his hands, his piercing blue eyes glowing in the dark as his white hair seed to shimr.
"I don't know why you have doing this fetch quests, you have paladins and bishops that are considered the best and strongest in Elysium, not to ntion all your bloody popes. Why does it have to be every ti?" the man, known as Malik said as he got up to a standing position, as he flung the book in his hand behind him, a hint of annoyance in his eyes.
"You're a servant of the theocracy Malik, a part of this family so you should be willing to do your part. Besides no one knows the death classes better than you, wouldn't it be better if the strongest of them all is the one responsible for finding and capturing all the death classes and keeping them under control?" the saint's voice asked, sounding sultrier than holy.
"You an under your control?" he asked with a mocking smile on his face. The saint answered with an equally annoyed tone of voice.
"the death classes are a threat to order, it has been the responsibility of the church and every other holy faction to make sure the threat is curbed and maintained! So stop asking so many questions and do as I say! Go to Bahrenburg and retrieve the death class user there, deliver him safely to the control of the church and you will be well rewarded as always." The saint said with an even voice.
"Well that wouldn't be a problem for , but what if this new necromancer proves too hard to err 'convince' to follow back?" Malik asked as he had a rather sinister smile on his face whilst lifting up a spear that looked like the very personification of death itself.
"I never said he was a necromancer Malik." The saint said with curious tone in her voice.
"You didn't have to; I just have a feeling that's all." Malik replied with a smile, the spear imdiately catching fire as a dark green fla covered its black fra.
"well if that's the case and he is a necromancer then he has no need for both his legs and his left arm, that should make him more pliable. And if he resists even more, then get rid of his right arm too. All in all, as long as you get him back here alive, your mission would still be considered complete.
However, Malik; if he's not whole the rewards would be lesser, try to be careful." All Malik did was smile at her before his body disappeared in a blaze of green flas, but as he left his voice still rang in the ears of the grand saint.
"You know Soraya I'm always careful."
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