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“Safe to assume so, yes.” Which also meant that the chance of survivors, which had already been painfully close to zero, was now zero for sure, unless whoever attacked the village took captives as a bargaining chip. The demons were, hopefully, smarter than to try that - nobody would come for those unfortunate souls, and they’d simply rot in their grasp like so many of them had before. In fact, Ignatius was quite aware that that was a fate wished upon nobody, by no one - there was no need for him…

Not knowing about his subjects was the first mistake he could make, and in fact, it was better Azrael wasn't one of them. Why care now, and actually, why give a damn at all? This would shape up to be nothing more than another disappointment for both of them and the realization came in droves, deep and sickening, that overall, he was only escaping the inevitable. Ignatius had already told Azrael what lay beyond the dreams end, awaiting him in the wake of this slumbering world, and if he was frank…

Given their circumstances, all of this was part of a foil, wasn't it? Ignatius was probably being bested right at this very moment, and with deception came some sort of self-perseverance. Whether or not someone like Azrael would actually believe him was truly up to the man himself, and frankly, he couldn't even blame him if he didn't. Still, he wanted nothing more than to be out of here and maybe convince that having some sort of faith was going to help with Az ailment of something, whatever it …

While he was beating himself up over it in his own way, he know that Azrael only meant it well - it was nice to hear those words out of someone elses mouth and to be reminded that he, too, was still full of human flaws, as was normal for any of his kind, but it felt odd nonetheless. He’d been chosen for a reason, no? And right now, he wasn’t doing a very good job at showing that, to anyone, really. “I … thank you. It’s alright, I know - I’m simply saying I’m not without flaw, and that I have to …

“I see.” And he’d not press him on it, either. Why would he? Sharing was caring, sure, but not in his field of expertise and definitely not when he was the one that was trying to make save the world. Relationships turned sour soon enough, and Ignatius was very well aware that Azrael didn’t fancy him much - sharing his magic with him was, maybe, even a liability. “I’m okay. I’m not bleeding and the bulk of this, I can heal when we are out of here. Right now, my magic is better utilized elsewhere.…

"And if I told you that's a farce? Well, not ... really, but I can give you what you're lacking, if you'd like it. Given, the fact you don't like the church is enough to tell me you won't like this, either.", he fessed up and Ignatius was right to assume so - Azrael didn't seem like he liked the church, and no matter how much stuff he spewed, he wouldn't start randomly liking it just because he, of all people, said that they were fine to like, that it was alright to doubt oneself, or that he'd a…

"You cannot? Hm, that's ... foul. Would you like to?", he asked, full of sincerity about the next problem they faced. Ignatius could teach him, with a bit of trickery and thievery and probably letting some of the power he had inherited wander into Az's veins - it would be a small, painless process, only for him to serve the church on this mission for such deeds - it was a worthy price for the duties he was doing, though, he knew that that meant little in the face of a non-believer. "Hm, I most l…

"We could try, but that would maybe require a spell or something. Do you have one you can cast?", he questioned of Azrael, who seemed so confident that brute force would also do something for them; Ignatius wasn't sure, but he was ever so willing to actually give it a try and maybe see for himself why none of that was a good idea in the first place. "If not, we can probably figure something out with mine, but I'd rather heal both of us first, than waste it on something like ... a way out. Wait, …

It seemed stupid now, but it had been way back when that he was told all of this would eventually pay off for a reason, and that it meant that he was going to be someone exceptional. In gods grand scheme, he alone was a middling pawn that, for all things worse than that, he was no longer responsible, but he understood how things were, and how they needed to be. As he looked at what was written at the statue, even kneeling down far enough to actually wipe the dust off of this thing, he sneezed. "…

He felt washed, maybe a bit torn - he wasn't exactly in the most jolly mood, but at this point, who would be, really? For now, he considered his tenure on this journey to be his own doing - or undoing, if he were to doom about it. Silence was all that the wind carried today, even when it was no longer the whispers of new leaves, or the atuned elements that his god would deliver him messages by. Ignatius knew that down here, somebody else ruled, and while death was universal, and even one of gods…

Waking up in a situation like this was maybe the worst thing he could do - his motivation to actually persist against the horrors felt like it had hit an all-time low and the actual, sane explanation for that was that he, for the first time in his life, had hit rock bottom and was trying to get a feel for what it meant to actually be miserable. Naturally, he should persevere and think about the many things that he had experienced while under the influence of all the fate that he could muster the…

Was he made in gods image to spite the masses or was he simply made to fulfill their dreams? Ignatius was tired, he was spent, and much like a torch that had ran out of burnable material, he found himself exhausted and beaten. There were few things he could match with, less than the ones he’d found himself engrossed by and maybe, as he trembled and kissed that rosary of his, his chest wound was having its say as well - he wanted nothing more than for this to end as smooth as humanly possible, ev…

Ignatius was spent, he knew as much, and he was done with all of this. Crying and throwing a tantrum about spilled milk wasn't his style, but right now, he felt like giving up might as well be a neat decision he could make if only he wasn't cursed with his own existence. To be a simple priest carrying and artifact, like he acted he was, would be a saving grace in this situation, even though he knew that he was none of that. It tugged at him, nurtured itself on the fact that he was trapped, and h…

All of this was too much - Ignatius wanted the basement of the church to be their last vestige, but what followed afterward was a warm embrace from someone that definitely didn’t need to hold him so tight, let alone care for him in any capacity. Regardless, however, he found it to be punishment for his own hubris as soon as they hit another painfully hard ground - he should have never left wherever he’d been born, he was too weak and tired for a journey like this, even when he knew that was hard…

Ignatius felt like he was twitching and moving uncomfortably under the pressure of his own skull and bones, and he itched to free himself of what he found himself enraptured by, and yet, Azrael was the one that spoke with amicable words about how all of this, hopefully, would give them a shelter from her - the vampiress hot on their heels - while they clawed to a last bastion of hope. Not a single soul was left in this charcoal town, burned to crisp and ash hours before they even set foot into i…

Ugh, he was about to be sick if this went on - his head was spinning and Ignatius was convinced that it would fall off of his shoulders if he kept this pace and allowed himself to be treated like a headless toddler by Azrael. Why was he this naive and culpable, stupid even? There was no drive, no understanding in his bones about any of this and it hurt him to even have to think about the very real possibility of a setback like that, one that would haunt him for way too long. As he was instructed…

With all that blood flowing out of his body, even someone like Azrael would probably look haggard eventually. Pressing the issue didn't help, however, he knew that dallying about was as stupid of an idea as it could be as well. No matter the reason, he figured, he'd stay here for a while, regroup and rest a bit, and then find that nothing was as harsh as being burdened with having the arrogance of a king and the power of a god, while being about as knowledgable about combat as a toddler with a k…

With Az help, at least they moved for a bit and then made it to the town - it didn't look in any state to receive visitors, but what town ever did theye days? Ignatius was painfully sure that it didn't matter, as much as the wounds on his body hardly did, and no matter how far he pushed himself, this, among other things, really was only a minor setback that kept him in check of his mortality, making sure that he knew that even he, of all people, was not going to survive the onslaught of a thousa…

Ignatius grit his teeth as she grabbed him and hoisted him around like a sack of potatoes - it was wrong to believe something was going to change because he tried to be diplomatic, but in essence, this had been what he was taught. A lesson in humility, to be nice and courteous no matter whom he encountered, but unfortunately for him, most creatures of the deep dark night and children of hell would see it as plain arrogance when a mere human - so weak and useless, not unlike their own spawn - tri…

If he was needing to be childish to get out of this, so be it, he'd do it; it wasn't that it mattered, for one, but he knew that no matter what him and Azrael did, they were sort of fucked either way. Was this how their journey would end? Hopefully not, he'd been so cozy up until now and wasting it on something like a dumb vampire that waltzed in and rained on their parade seemed almost like he as spiting the god that made him who he was in the first place. "I beg to differ." But that was all he…