DON'T FEAR THE REAPER (Trigger Warning: Lector PK)

[SacredSource 397]

Blood ran the visage of Richard, his body barely able to keep himself up. SHINJI was within their grasp, the murderer could not be allowed to live. Then he saw the radiant glow of a Templar's last stand, the last sacrifice that befit a true servant of the realm. Shugo Oijin Kato invoked upon Malchediael before charging into the fray for the last time with a device befit only of a knight of the light.

 

Upon returning home, the Paladin lit a candle upon his chancery that was graciously provided to him by the Shugo and Danzen. He reminisced of the comrade who fought with him on the Vehement Eye, the friend who helped with the defeat of Satar, and a fellow brother against the dark. It was expected of a great Samurai like Oijin to complete his mission; yet, the death affected the Paladin all the same. Richard's breathing rapidly hastens, and his eyes visibly dilating. The air of his breath constrict faster and faster before alas did tears flow from his face. 

 

Looking upon the eight-pointed start of the Covenant, Richard merely mutters out a Owynist prayer before concluding with the words of Paladinism.

 

Liturgy is Our Salvation

Rest to those who delivered liturgy.

 

[AnimeWolf0080 1509]

Word of the man's passing so reached a certain elf, he didn't have much to say because the brother he once had was long since dead. He hadn't spoken his name in years. "Was it worth it?" he asked to the wind as he sat on the swing of the sakura tree as if speaking to him now. The group the being grew up with was long over, who knew the yokia they picked to associate with is who they would become later in life. He laughed thinking of the toad with a spear the breathed out rainbow smoke. "I did what you asked...until the grave right?" tears started to fall from his eyes remembering his brothers and sister. "Wasn't it you who said I would be the last one?" How different would their lives had been if not for the vampire that took so much and in his eyes gave so little. It didn't matter, he was the last of them with their memoirs of youth, running through the forests of Yong Ping unknowing of the furthers that awaited them.