The old man was nad Gilles de Rais. He had once been the bodyguard and close companion of Joan during her journey as the warrior maiden, but he had lost his life to the French council just before Joan was sentenced to die. He was summoned into this ga to serve as Joan's master.
Gilles knew that the gods could not be trusted. Was it not the gods that promised them victory with one hand and then led Joan to the pyre to be burned with the other? No, Gilles refuses to trust the gods for anything ever again. Instead, Gilles would perform a ritual for Joan to live again in this world. He would give her a second chance at life, away from the machinations of the gods.
For the ritual to be successful, Gilles needed to kill a thousand humans and use their blood as a catalyst to allow Joan to regain her forr strength. Once the ritual was over, she would have enough strength to destroy all their enemies.
Gilles walked out into the pool of blood and scooped out a bowl of blood, carrying it over to one of the walls of the museum. That wall was covered from top to bottom in various shapes and circles drawn using blood.
"We shall bring the fight to the gods and erase them. They will pay for what they have put us through."
Gilles whispered with a small smile on his face as he continued drawing on the wall. The museum was slowly filled with the morning sunlight, illuminating him and showing the truly grotesque scene all around the art museum. His body was bony and malnourished because he hadn't eaten in the last four days, but that was of little matter to him.
The bodies hanging from the ceiling filled the room with a deep, pungent scent of blood that would make any normal person heave in disgust. The priceless paintings and sculptures in the museum had all been dyed red with blood, and there wasn't a single part of the room that hadn't been covered in red.
"Gilles. Gilles, water."
"Oh, my mistress! At once!"
Gilles heard Joan speak up quietly and he quickly turned around and threw the bowl to the ground! He ran up to her and took a bottle of water from the side. Gilles did not understand much of this world, but he had to admit that it was much easier to get food and water here than it was in his ti.
Gilles brought the water to Joan's mouth and made her drink, ensuring that she was satisfied before bringing the water down slowly. Joan coughed once and Gilles quickly brought up a cloth and cleaned her mouth. Once he was done, Joan spoke quietly.
"Thank you, Gilles. You are truly my most loyal retainer."
"Please, Lady Joan, you exalt far more than I deserve. I do this only for the love I have for you, for my own selfishness."
Joan did not say anymore as she just let her head fall. She could feel the presence of all the people she had taken control of around her, and she felt safe knowing that the last remaining servant would not be able to co close without her knowing.
Mark Vanitas.
That was the na that the gods spoke of the most. They spoke of him as though he were a pest that they could never get rid of no matter how hard they tried. Who is he? Why was I brought here just to kill him? Is he an enemy of the heavens?
No, I know what this is.
This is a test. The gods are testing us. They put against him to see if he is worthy of their blessing. To see if he can take control of the gift they had once bestowed upon . They want to replace like trash. Do they think I'll take this lying down?
Do they think they can toss aside and I'll roll over like a dog? I'll kill them. I'll kill them all! Everyone that ever hurt ! I'll kill them!
Joan's teeth were clenched so tightly that she was afraid she would break a tooth, but after so ti, she finally cald herself and sighed as she hung her head.
"How much longer before the ritual is complete? I grow weary of staying in such a position for so long."
Gilles quickly sloshed across the blood pooling on the ground and grabbed the bowl of blood while talking.
"Not long now, my lady! Not long! You shall possess the strength of a thousand n once the ritual is finished! You shall possess all the power you need to do battle against the gods themselves!"
Joan gave no response, but Gilles knew that she had heard him. Gilles was about to continue working, but he suddenly heard Joan speak up from behind him.
"There is soone here. It is him, Mark Vanitas."
Gilles felt fury surge through his body as he heard that! Mark Vanitas was here! It was ti for them to end this! He had to finish him off once and for all! Gilles felt his entire body vibrate in anticipation as he planned to go out there and kill Mark!
"Stay here, my lady! I shall go and bring you his head!"
"No, Gilles, wait! Do not be foolish, you don't stand a chance against him. Bring him to , I wish to talk to him."
Gilles was already halfway out the door by the ti he heard what Joan said, and he forced himself to calm down as he turned to her.
"My lady?"
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Joan was obviously struggling to speak, but she tried her best to explain after catching her breath.
"Maybe he will understand and we can co to an agreent. He is strong, the gods would not want him otherwise. He will be a good ally to have in our war against the gods. Bring him to ."
It was obvious that Gilles did not agree with this. He looked a little offended by the fact that Joan would want to speak to Mark at all. It was as though Joan was saying that he was not enough support for her and she needed soone new. But Gilles did not dare to speak up against Joan.
Gilles bowed in reluctant agreent and went off to et Mark.
Outside the museum, Mark was standing on top of a tall pillar east of the building as he surveyed the region. There were a lot of people around the building, but Mark could already tell that these people were not normal. None of them were moving; they all stood perfectly still like statues guarding the entrance to the building.
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