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"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…

This was wrong, on many more levels than one. They had promised him greatness, for him to deliver himself unto the gods to receive word of how to save and purge this world of those that were, by no means, any lesser than the worst of them - and yet, demons longed to be eradicated, for they were not of gods design, and even when she foisted the label off of her, Azrael called her what she was. A schooled eye befitting of a hunter, then. Dealing with a vampire wasn't in his cards, not that he coul…

When Richard stirred again, Yujin smiled at him, happy that he could get him to at least sit up - he knew that it wasn't always easy and that sometimes, there were days where he'd rather spend every single minute of them in bed, just to make sure he was getting all the rest that he needed these days. Was it too harsh to hope that he'd get well soon and no longer needed to actually spend so much time resting? It was something for sure, and Yujin knew he couldn't take Richards pain away, but he wi…

Yujin looked at Richard and how his chest rose and settled, how the sun bathed him in light even through the thick curtains in this room and how he looked at peace, finally, after so long, and yet, he never truly was - if he had a good night, he probably needed that sleep, given the usual troubles they encountered. He didn't want to rip him from that, tear him out of a well-deserved rest and instead, he watched him, ran his fingers across his hair and just kept an eye on the perceived peace that…

When Azrael woke him up, Ignatius thought nothing of it - there were no visions that made him jolt awake in cold sweat and there was no belated realization that they had walked right into a demons nest, so to speak. Maybe it had been optimistic of them to remain in place and spend their time on a well-meant rest instead of forcing any sort of distance between them and their assailants, or getting to that monastery on the horizon that didn't seem like it would be able to house either of them for …

Yujin came back not too long after, with everything that Richard asked for in tow - it wasn't a lot, but he'd not wanted to uproot something that was either stuck or frozen in place for real, or bring something that would only hurt him more than it ought to. Surely, there had to be a time and place for any of this, and Yujin himself decided, as fun as it would be, that it wasn't now when Richard was still arguably weak and would fall apart at too much of a push and shove into any direction. Ther…

Maybe he was taking this in stride to reassure Kosuke he was fine with it, or, maybe, he was simply disillusioned with the happenings around him and accepting of the fact taht no matter what, he would be treated gently, like he deserved. If Gin were to describe himself, he'd love to speak of a flower and its petals, delicate and easy to crush underfoot, yet not long for this world and hard to care for in most instance, but he knew he wasn't like that - if anything, he was like a pine needle more…

A chuckle - maybe he'd have had to say something if he were a girl, and protested that this was going too far, but he wasn't, and this seemed in line with all the things Kosuke had asked him so far. "No relationships, just work. I ... didn't have time for them. And women are few and far between." Often they simply didn't like the place Gin worked at - it wasn't bad, it just looked kind of shitty from the outside so it wouldn't stick out as much - and other times they simply just didn't need that…