Original Sin [P]
May 18, 2012 21:52:11 GMT -8
Post by Katsumaru on May 18, 2012 21:52:11 GMT -8
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Bayard knelt before the altar, fists clenched and heart bounding with anticipation. His long, flowing blond hair rested softly on his shoulder as the candle light fell on the man’s fair skin. A black haired man in blue robes stood above him, gray hilted blade in his hand. Touching the flat of the blade lightly upon Bayard’s shoulder, the priest spoke, tone deep and resonating. ”The Vigilant God shall watch upon you with his peering eye. You shall raise your blade in his honor, each and every stain of blood spilled for his sacred will. Watch as he does, be vigilant as he. With a wry smile upon his face the robed man spoke once again,”You are now a templar of the the Vigilant Eye. Stand, rise, and receive your first task.”
The newly appointment templar stood slowly, the light of the sun beaming through the church window, shining upon his sturdy figure. Donning a set of golden full plate, Bayard gleamed with an unmatched righteousness. But he was no righteous man. The warrior commited crimes unfathomable, so wretched that they shall not be mentioned. ”In his name I bleed, in his name the crimson shall flow. I belong to him, my every breath, my every act. “
The priest looked upon Bayard with azure eyes, ”Your first task. It is to slay the false angels. Cursed demons. The Shikigami.”
”Consider it done.” Bayard said, a wicked smile upon his face as he grabbed the hilt of his enchanted blade._________________________________________
Kaminari no Kuni’s namesake was at a full flurry as the lightning roared through the gray skies, sending flashes of light through the moist, rain filled terrain beneath. The wind roared with such an intensity that trees were nearly torn from their roots, swaying from side to side as they so desperately grasped the grounds. The night was deep, and on this dark evening on which the most vile, despicable act was commited, the horror of that crime echoing through the mountaineous terrain for many years to follow.
But what was this crime? To that we shall get soon.
A small village by the name of Angel’s Dusk stood high in the mountains. It belonged to a group of Shikigami who have settled down several decades ago, hunting and breeding as they went on with their aimless lives. But that was not all they did. They were at a war with the Vigilant Eye, an order of Templars appropriately named after the Vigilant God. A false god, they believed. The battles stained the grounds with blood and sweat.
And tonight, especially, the grounds were covered in that crimson liquid, soaked into the grounds by the falling rain. The center of this slaughter? Angel’s Dusk. The Shikigami lied sprawled across the grounds, their bodies mangled. Women, men, children, and even the elderly, all ruthlessly slaughtered, not the slightest sign of mercy shown. Many of the bodies were covered in multiple pierce wounds located at points not fatal, daming the victims to a slow, excrutiating death.
Amongst this scene of chaos stood a single man clad in golden armor. He stood above the cowered figure of a woman in her early twenties, eyes filled with fear. Sheathing his blade, Bayard stepped closer and closer. With a smile, he reached out his left hand. Hesitantly, the girl grabbed it, shaking both from the fear and the wretched cold. Immediately upon her standing, the templar wrapped his hands around her throat and squeezed.
He squeezed and squeezed and squeezed. He squeezed until the life faded from her eyes.