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Leoni Chevalier’s silver-grey eyes caught the missive as she entered Kaethul. She couldn’t believe what she was reading. “I suppose your work wasn’t entirely pointless, haelun. I wish you were here to see this.” The devil thought to herself.

Leoni had to admit, she didn't expect Sermi to stay down when she saw the warlock's head cleaved from her shoulders. The maroon-skinned devil gained some vicarious satisfaction regardless. She only wished to make the ride to oblivion much slower than what [Redacted] gave her. Finally, after such brazen admittance and such open arrogance did the she-beast finally fall from her own hubris. Who would have thought it'd be a devil that helped bring this rampaging monster to their end? She'd rest a bit easier knowing that the first of the triumvirate that cursed her has been sent to Malleus for judgement. "The White Cat will soon follow her lackey." She thought to herself, a hunter's determination in the devil's silver-grey eyes.

Leoni Chevalier, Servant of Tahariae quickly went to write a note to the Shugo, reading the order with quite the look of concern. "Shugo Kato, I heavily insist you to reconsider this order. This is far too restrictive on a group of people that, by and large, are only evidenced to be victims of Iblees. This is much better than the Canonist church's response, however. I am glad that you have not chosen to ban us outright. Still, I urge you to revise this so that those that are cursed are able to live happier, healthier lives."

TO THE ACCURSED Issued at Year 177 of the Second Age [!] A missive would be posted by a helmeted figure throughout the realms of Aevos. To the Fellow Devils of Aevos, It is already a grim fate to be cursed as we are, to look like infernal creatures either by birth or by horrific ritual. Such a mark on our soul is heavy and horrific. It is now made even worse by the Church of Canon’s decision, alongside all of their nation’s leaders, to commit genocide upon us through displacement at the point of a sword. This has been decreed all for the crimes of but a few of the many within the category of ‘cursed children.’ What Justice is there in that decision? What Balance is made to have such an extreme action towards those whose only thing that unites us is that we are all victims of the warlocks of Iblees? The death of a queen is absolutely horrifying, and the people who have done such a horrible crime should be executed either by flames or by hanging. The response to such a crime is NOT punishing those that have never committed such a crime. It is an injustice of the highest order to do so. To my kin in the same struggle, I ask that you come and visit a place that bears no such mark of persecution upon us. If you need a place to rest or even just a person to speak with, I will be here at the Eshtaelite Church within Lurin. The Church of Canon may have abandoned its duties towards peace, justice and purity but that does not mean we must abandon ours as the victims of such widespread actions. It says within the White Tome that: “... it is the refusal to seek redemption and rise above one's failings that displays truest disgrace.” If it truly is a crime to be as we are, victims of Iblees’ minions, then let us come together and work towards Purity of our actions and towards Justice for all. Let us show the world that we are not what we are damned to look like by the Deceiver, and build the foundations of a future where there is no strife or suffering for us or anyone else. I will be waiting for you. Leoni Chevalier Servant of Tahariae Member of the Eshtaelite Church

From Lion Cub To She-Devil Leoni woke up to the smell of stale air and the debilitating feeling of malflame on her upper torso. Her blurred vision could only see faded figures in a circle around her. Her ears could only faintly hear their chatter amongst themselves, having only just woken up. She realized that her hands and feet were tied by rope, making her unable to do much other than squirm and turn her head about. Her eyes focused as she rose from her artificial stupor. The figures around her were the three that had ambushed her while on patrol. Apparently she’d been captured rather than killed after everything went to black. She hoped that her patrol-mate had either escaped or at least wasn’t dead. Her paladin armor was tattered and warped by several hits from a blunt weapon. Small amounts of blood were dripping from her torso, the wet lacerations underneath having been unattended during her trip. She turned towards the main figure among the group, a woman of pale skin and blonde-white hair. “Why- Why am I not dead?” She croaked inquisitively. The figures stood there silently, the response would be the rushing of malflame all over her body. The young mali warrior wailed in agony, the pain like nothing she’d ever felt before. Within moments, she began a horrific transformation. Her pale skin began to turn rough and changed to the color of dried blood. A set of pale, keratinous horns were born after painfully pushing their way out of her skull. A lizard-like tail would grow from her backside while her canines turned to long, pointed fangs. Her nails turned the color of oil as they stretched to arrowheads. Her brown hair inherited from her mother was now ashened by the fel-flames. Not soon after the transformation was complete, the pain faded as she once again fell into a man-made slumber. The figures transported her body to the front of the Sunbreak Keep. Her soul was now damaged goods to the Sunlit Lord, unable to be embered as her mentors were training her towards.

Leoni Chevalier, one of the elven women Lucien harassed, read the posting with a calm sense of joy. "Finally! Glad that racist bastard's gone!"

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Leoni Chevalier, one of two survivors, ponders a pendant with the shape of a dragon upon its face. Her wounds were extensive, being burned alive by dragonsflame alongside a deep cut upon her left arm. As her now scarred and bandaged visage looked upon the wooden pendant with her her silvery-grey eyes, Leoni began to fill with a multitude of emotions. Rage, anger and shame coursed through her as her hands traced the draconic carving's turns and ridges. The teenage initiate of Xan sulked as the memories played over and over again within her mind.

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A Knight’s Passing Of all the things Elena had faced, this was the biggest she’d ever seen. A giant creature made of shadows, countless legs, arms and mouths lumbered forth toward her. The creature was breaking off small mountains to throw at the party of Paladins, Warriors, Templars and Druids. The hasty shield made of Xannic mists provided by another in the party would shatter easily upon the first strike, leaving the rest of the group exposed. She quickly sprinted away from the rest of the group, flaming sword in hand to distract the creature. Upon the Arknight moving several meters around it, the creature was still focusing on the much larger group of Crusaders, killing two comrades in the process. Before any more were to die, Elena did the unthinkable. She aimed her sword, wreathed in Xan’s power and aimed it directly at what could be charitably called a face. "Come and get me you big bastard! Look at me!" She demanded. She then unleashed the power within the weapon to hit the target. This would have felt like the bite of a tick to this gargantuan creature. She knew that this would do no damage to this unholy monstrosity, nor that this would end in her escaping. All she wanted was to give just a little more time to the others so that the more than half a dozen wounded could be safely evacuated alongside the rest of the party. She wished to exchange her life to make sure the others could at least form a proper defense before they set off into the waters and away from this accursed island. Surely enough, the creature paused only for half a second before picking up a nearby boulder. The hunk of earth dozens of times her size came down upon her body with devilish fury. In mere moments, Elena of Joma, Paladin of the Morninglord was no more. In these final moments, Elena couldn’t help but think about the choices that led her to this point and the people that she loved and cherished. Her eyes closed for the final time as her end approached, a sense of peace filling the Paladin’s spirit. Not a hint of fear could be felt across her body. She knew that in the end, Order would prevail.

"I will see you on the eternal battlefield." A scarred Arknight muttered as she witnessed the death of the Keeper of Guardianship.