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"You shouldn't overuse your magic for things like that... what about your own wounds?", Azrael asked with a short sigh. Ignatius meant well and he was weird. On one hand he was arrogant and self serving and on the other he seemed to love to be the martyr he was raised to be. However there wouldn't be any saving the world if he didn't even make it to his destination. Food was somewhat important, but they'd have something filling by tomorrow, Azrael was sure of that. They needed water more so. "We…

When Azrael came back Ignatius was still on his feet and not only that, next to him on the kitchen table was food. "Where did you find that?", he asked confused, but for now placed the berries on the table as well. Ignatius didn't expect a cooked meal, did he? The woods were quite thick here, but first of all, Azrael wasn't sure if this huts chimney was in tact at all and second, he didn't want smoke alert anyone to their location. They couldn't be too far off the burning monastery and the vampi…

Azrael let Ignatius through who put his hand on the wall and sure enough it opened up. It seemed like they were in there a whole day, a whole day without food or water. As they stepped out the door closed behind them. "It doesn't look anyone had been here in a while.", he pointed out, there were dusty surfaces everywhere, undisturbed. "Let me look around a bit, you can wait here." Azrael wandered off to check out the rooms. There was one with a few beds in it, a bigger one with a fireplace and o…

"Well I guess you could also bring it back to your people.", Azrael suggested, but he didn't care much. Ignatius didn't care much about it either it seemed. Would he suggest the same if he found a holy lance or something of that sort? This box didn't look very holy, more decadent if anything. This topic was over too and Ignatius already tugged the box under his arm to carry it with them. It was all they had right now. "Mhm... hopefully this path leads out and not to more trials and riddles...", …

Azrael was still not sure if he could believe in Ignatius salvation thing. There was no way to verify that what he said was true, maybe at the end nothing at all would happen. Even if it did, it seemed like previous saints didn't do a good job at saving the world looking at it right now. They would never agree on this however and Azrael was too tired to fight over it, in fact he already talked more than enough today. He rather looked at the ominous box that was revealed to them. "Are you sure ab…

Did Ignatius really not believe in all of this himself after only setting foot in the real world a few days ago? Azrael didn't want to argue, there was no point in making Ignatius question his believes anyway and he probably wouldn't just back down easily too. "I'm just trying to survive.", he replied. He didn't think much about his life or it's value. He didn't aim to die, but picked a questionable profession. It was something he could do alone, away from others, on the move always and he knew …

"It would help if the churches wouldn't denounce us all...", Azrael sighed. It was too hard a topic probably, they'd just fight over it so Azrael stopped there. "It means I have nothing to lose.", Azrael disagreed. Even cities weren't save of being destroyed at any point, church or not. It was much easier to just stay where it was save more or less. He had a home and a family and he lost it. Since then he didn't settle anywhere and he preferred it that way. Ignatius knew nothing else but being s…

"I guess so, still... shouldn't you protect the people, the commonfolk? Paladins like your father too? It is us hunters more often than not to actually do that, you know..." Sure they also took payment, but only so they could survive themselves. Well, some were crooks also, it was unfair to throw all priests into the same hat but say all hunters were honest, they were most certainly not. When he was asked if there was a place he called home, or felt save in Azrael answered awfully quickly. "No."…

"It doesn't make sense to me that you people don't even attempt to understand what is going on around you..." Not Ignatius specifically, he now asked about those things, but how would anyone make the right decisions when they didn't know anything? "I was all by myself, I had nothing much I could do but hunt some rabbits. I was lucky if I found any work on a field or a farm." Meanwhile Ignatius lived in luxury, paid for by the people that were told the only way to protect themselves was to offer …

"Being humans seems alien? You are human though.", Azrael reminded him. Holy blood or not, he did bleed and needed to drink and eat to survive. He needed sleep and rest as any other person as well. What of this made him not human? Even talking about normalcy, Azrael doubted there was anyone who led a normal life, not with demons roaming about. He didn't have one for sure, even though they were too many orphans to count. He had had it hard always though, before he made a name for himself and hid …

Ignatius asked a very odd question there and Azrael needed to think about it for a moment. "I don't think so, no.", he eventually answered. "I mean, there were people who died next to me, or the people in that village, which is terrible, but I wouldn't say I mourn for them." He didn't blame them for their weakness or anything either. Especially not if a whole army swept over them. It was sad, it was also sad if a young hunter died on their first mission, but that was just how the world worked. A…

Back at the task at hand, Ignatius looked at the mechanism and claimed he knew how it all worked. Azrael was neither demon nor priest, so he wasn't too worried, but maybe it was enough to not be holy to not be killed. He stood back a step at least but close enough so the priest could see as he reached out his hand to activate whatever this was. Again they were covered in dust and Azrael coughed as well, then dusted of his shoulders and head at least. If his hair hadn't been white already now it …

Ignatius didn't even know half of Azraels story, but he didn't feel like telling him either. The truth was that the church didn't just abandon him and his mother, they actively were at fault for her death. He could only speculate what plans they had for him and he'd been angry for a very long time, yet never returned to that place. He didn't know what happened after that night, if anyone still lived there, if they survived or died like they deserved. He was probably afraid to know and just trave…

It was better Ignatius didn't give up right now, whether Azrael believed in his cause or not. Leaving him out here to die wasn't something he'd do and thus it was only helpful to stop him beating himself up over what happened. Azrael also might have made the wrong calls, like camping in the woods or searching for shelter in the cathedral, but they also might be dead by now if he did anything differently. Their situation was grim, but it wasn't yet time to give up. He said his peace and didn't ne…

It was good that Ignatius tried to learn something after all that happened, but Azrael wasn't really sure if that lesson rang true as he believed it. Maybe it was better to let him believe it was his fault, but he decided to say something anyway. "Challenging a vampire wasn't the best of ideas, but in the end I don't think it mattered much. We don't know what would have happened if we had acted differently, we were at a disadvantage either way. I..." Azrael stopped and thought about the words he…

"I'm fine without.", Azrael simply answered. Ignatius was right, he didn't want anything to do with the church. "Well that's good at least. Water is the most important after all... What about your wounds? Are you okay now? Were you able to regain some energy?" It didn't matter wholy, but it would be good to know how frequently he was able to heal himself, or Azrael if he ever needed it. Right now his energy was better spent elsewhere though. At least there weren't any demons around at the moment…

"We talked about this before... I don't have what it takes. They tested me as a child." And he didn't need it either. He didn't want to have anything to do with magic. After all, he'd probably be part of the church as well if he'd been born differently. Instead they cast him away first, despite his fathers devotion and later on denounced him as a demon because of that stupid hair of his. And then... Well, there was no point in being angry now. "No, I am just thinking ahead. After all we don't ha…

"I can't cast magic. Not like you anyhow. If we hadn't lost all our stuff, I might have had something that would have helped, but it might also have brought this place down with it. It doesn't seem very stable after all..." Given they fell two floors into this hell. No, letting that thibg explode was probably a bad idea and Azrael didn't have the means anyway. He had a few things still with him, some tinctures, mostly to apply to his weapon, or be warned of demons. "Can you conjure drinkable wat…

Only the dust, huh? Fine then, Azrael didn't need to worry in that case, but he also couldn't be sure if Ignatius would hide any more serious issues. As he arrived at the status he held down the torch, closer to the plate that was on it, so Ignatius could see and read it better, since he seemed so interested in it. At first Azrael merely thought he was trying to orient himself, but apparently this was their way out or something? "I assume just breaking it to bits is not an option.", Azrael sugge…

Ignatius was well enough and Azrael purposfully ignored all compliments and pleasentries the priest threw at him. If anything he wasn't sure if he was honest, or was just taught to talk loke this. Azrael was also not equipped to answer, he didn't know what to say and only answered to what he had something to add to. He noticed Ignatius cough, wondering a bit about it. Was it the dust, the rotten air, the broken ribs, or bruised lungs? Maybe he also caught something else, with his body being this…