THE DEATH OF DEVILRY

[christman 2306]

       

THE DEATH OF DEVILRY

WE HAVE COME BEFORE GOD WITH A SACRIFICE OF VIRTUE;

 

By decree of the Tribunal, witnessed by the Canonist flock, a member of the underground demonic Cabal was sentenced to death for her sins against the Scrolls. 

 

The witch's soul had been PERVERTED, sold to DEVILISH FIENDS in exchange for reprehensible sorcery. Upon her burning the skies lit up in an aurora of colour — a display most holy and blessed. 

 

SEE THIS, DEMONS. YOUR EVIL SCHEMES ARE KNOWN TO OUR EYES. 

 

INFIRMIA SINE FIDE

WEAKNESS WITHOUT FAITH | HULTASUNA SINETSIZ 

[DancingZebra267 397]

Gerard's eyes blazed with fervor as beheld the missive, his faith unwavering in the face of darkness. With a solemn nod, he raised his voice, infused with the righteous zeal of a true believer. "Behold, brethren! GOD's mighty hand hath delivered swift and righteous Justice upon the she-devil!" His words thundered forth, echoing through the halls of the Holy See, each syllable charged with the fire of divine retribution. "Let this be a testament to the power of our faith, a beacon of hope amidst the shadows of sin and deceit!" Gerard's gaze pierced through the parchment, his unwavering resolve a shield against the forces of darkness. "Infirmia sine fide! Weakness without faith shall find no refuge in the light of GOD's divine judgment!"

[Onnensr 571]

Father Nerium felt a range of emotions. For one, this was someone he knew well, and was shepherding towards redemption. On the other hand, she was lying to him, and almost certainly believed her feminine wiles had deceived him from this fact. It was a shame, and a blessing, that he did not have to burn her himself; to be the one to toss the torch, watching as she screamed and filled the air with unholy howls, skin crisping and blackening while the molten blood burst from its veins, steaming against the embers gnawing at her heels...

Though perhaps, that would've been better.

 

There was no value in dwelling upon it. 

[Azukazi Khuzai 138]

"Da... Dis is but only de first step. Oh Owynssiah... May de Flames cleanse de impure..."

Mech Neophyte Ivan-I paces the chapel of Holy Purity in Adeptus' stead whilst he was trapped in that extradimension. Always did he trust the mechpriest's word on the impurity of the few he deemed such. 

"De darkness seeks to quell de Fire, but et is we who must tend de embers, so none may influence de holy flock. None may bring Dem away from de light of De Most High..."

He coughs roughly into his metallic respirator. 

"Oh Owynssiah... May we be blessed as we conduct De Holy Work... To purge de unclean, de mutant, and de heretic... Deus et machina" 

He signed the cross, prepared to go undertake his adepts exam. 

[Toffee 1105]

Adalfriede of Hexenwald carefully brushed soot from the crevices of a demonic skull with lopsided horns jutting out above the brow bone. Polishing the skull until its blackened surface glowed with a dark shine, she held the trophy up to the light with a thin, self-satisfied smile. There would be more. Many more.

[Karina 412]

Sermi sat back in her chair, reading the news. It all had happened so fast. Shouting, bounding up the streets shoulder-to-shoulder with half a dozen other sentinels. Even then, she had only seen the scant moments of a figure being loaded atop a horse. Recognizable names, colors, faces, voices. Old enemies, newer friends; all acted as one. 

There was something beautiful about the Hunt. About staying alive just one more day in spite of them. They wouldn't find her. She thought. I'm too clever. She thought. But - then again. Surely, even the burnt must have felt that way, once. Keeping the bare steel next to her bed, sleep would rarely find her tonight.

Paranoia slowly started to seep into her skull.