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That was it? Trying to survive without a plan would hardly help anyone; it definitely didn't help someone like Azrael if he ever wanted to make it far, but even Ignatius knew that he probably didn't care about things like that. After all, he could live his life the way he wanted to, not dictated by anything but his own greed, if he so chose to listen to it in the first place. "It will hopefully be better soon." And with that, a new era of someone would herald itself as the definitive one, only t…

"I agree that it would. But there's no changing those who believe in the values they set for themselves and cling to them, no matter how wrong or outdated.", Ignatius replied, knowing he alone couldn't change anything. Sure, he was the one that they relied on to get through the current war with those that crawled out of the neither to claim their souls, but in all actuality, he was simply a pawn to them, ripe for the picking, and he'd do what they wanted him to, whether he liked it or not. That …

"Theoretically we ... they should. I'm just a liability right now, and probably will be for ages. What I'm saying is, they don't even do that, and it all falls back to people like you that shouldn't be doing any of this.", he admitted, and he was guilty for it. To dispatch someone like him to help the people was like sending for vitriol, inviting demons to attack them at every second of their day, and to actually assume that would help anyone was the work of a madman as well. Ignatius already kn…

"I've tried. I mean, in a way. I wasn't really allowed to, but curiousity kills the cat eventually." Unfortunately, that meant they'd have to lock him up for a day or two, and then see if he'd come to his senses - Ignatius was a well-behaved kid that knew he could hold the world within the palms of his hands, if only he abided the rules that were laid out before him much like any offering to a god would be. Often times, especially as a kid, he ignored them on purpose, aware of his misgivings for…

"The normalcy of being human ... well, commonfolk, at least.", he told Azrael, not trying to seem high and mighty at all, more so confused that his views were questioned right now even though Az seemed like he didn't have a normal upbringing either. Should he push the issue? No, that would only lead to more of a rift between them, something that was already pre-established since their first meeting and Ignatius entire existence as a priest was most likely a thorn in his side already. "I grew up …

That was an answer in it its own right - Ignatius couldn't blame him for it, in fact, he knew that Azrael definitely saw his fair share of gore and pain every now and then and that nothing that anyone would give him would ease out those memories, or soothe him more than he could soothe himself. The life of a hunter, as he imagined it from tall tales and unforgiving stories, seemed strange and lonely, both at the same time, and he realized that maybe, he wouldn't want to live that one for himself…

“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…