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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

The cardinal lay before his altar. Weeping. His hands had been interlaced around prayer beads, woody and hefty in his grasp. Thick trails of sweet smoke—burnt from a strong incense, myrrh—danced about a dimly lit room and candleflame flickered as its tongues of fire leapt up against cracked stone walls. Eyes watched the back Mattia’s head. In the early hours of the night he had rattled off the repetitive prayer with ease, but when it grew late he choked on every word. Sticky, foamy spit stuck to the top of his tongue. He hadn’t tasted water since beginning. SaSaint Lothar’s portrait had been propped up above the door and looked upon Mattia in his prayer. The icons of the Four Exalted remained steadfast in their absolute glory, unflinching as the splintered font. “Pater noster…” He started again with a croak, but the words couldn’t be spoken anymore. A shuddering cough rattled him. His weak body collapsed and the man fell into a terrible sleep. Fever struck him that night. Strewn across cracked cobbles and only kept warm by a cassock, Mattia of Tyria wouldn’t wake rested. The candles burnt to a nub and the smoke stopped flowing.

Greater Boon The Devil's Sonata (Ra’zevir’zak zaakr) Desired by the insatiable prodigy or masters plagued by their own self doubt this deal grants total mastery over all instruments and compositions. Songwriting and melody become second nature with every note played thought to be hauntingly beautiful. This passion will soon twist into obsession as the maestro will be compelled to play or compose at detriment to their own health. A singer sings until her throat is swollen and sore, a violinist plays until his fingers bleed, a composer refuses to eat or sleep for days on end while writing.

The stale air swirled about two green stones as a song shook their little cave. It pleaded, "Balmak, vokarl a, a'ziltak. Vatukay re'narg'badurz? Vatukay re'narg'badurz?"

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Mattia of Tyria prayed over this union! Jubilation!

Cardinal Mattia of Tyria was proud to have witnessed this blessed union. That night he prayed for their safe-keeping and the fruitfulness of the marriage.

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We are humble before God, stripped of our wordly titles and bare without wealth. Equal are men and kings, the scholar and soldier, lords and peasants. For amongst the ranks of Heaven there is only the grace of salvation. The cardinal stepped into a small room, illuminated only by the oily light of a half burnt lamp. The fuel smelt foul—no doubt a testament to its cheapness, Mattia had promised himself to buy local but the opportunity never presented itself—and made the cramped space nearly unbearable. He fumbled with a lighter and struggled to set a candle ablaze. Even that stark white wax didn’t seem to stand out against an increasingly fuzzy backdrop. Icons of the Exalted four and various saints littered the raggedy wall, their golden inlays seemed to be the only thing worthwhile there. His own personal wares, equally rich, were eventually set to rest on a gnarled wooden altar. There was no sign of that usual jewellery which decorated every finger, bar a lighter strip of skin where they might've usually sat. As Mattia prayed he didn't notice, with his head bowed low in reverence, that the smoke seemed to spiral down and coalesced around his feet. The auditor was missing for three weeks — not a soul could reach him, even the Tyrian acolytes. He subsisted alone on bread, water and silent devotion.

"Oceans rise, empires fall. Yet we cannot alter the word of the Lord, the scrolls are steadfast."

IN SEARCH OF DOCTORS 1961 Mattia Bishop Tyra; AUDITOR OF THE TRIBUNAL I. To the PIOUS LAITY, I humbly come before you all in search of Doctors and practitioners of botanist alchemia. I must find the wordly cure to a perverted, daemonic affliction. Those who believe their skills to be worthy must send a bird to the seat of Tyria with haste! Doctors and practisioners who prove useful to this endeavour will be rewarded greatly with a hefty mina sum and good standing with the Mother Church. ☨ Infirmia sine fide hultasuna sinetsiz Weakness without Faith

Kasuga had perfected the nagaroll; an ideal sushi for the feeble gaijin tastebuds. Avacado, cucumber and serpent flesh. He was sure it would be a success.