Friar Greenmoore sat in meditation. As much as the evil around him so often clouded his mind and faith during his long journey, he had never lost track of the source. There was a light, and it rendered aid...when it could. Having destroyed the Armor, he had cleansed this area, and for now, he could actually see them. Not exactly what he imagined-no angels bearing golden trumpets and swords. In fact, he could barely look at them like all, as if he were trying to look into the surface of the sun. This luminous being spoke unto him, and granted him wisdom...
He had long ago learned how to take energy from the hearts of evil creatures-despite what others might believe, no thing was truly evil at it's creation, even if it should be corrupted so. There was a spark of divine goodness, yes, even in the twisted lifeforms of Dracula. To cleanse this evil, and extract it for use to destroy that who had brought them into this tormented life? All to fitting. His old skills had often waxed and waned as his battle against evil had gone on-now, he felt at his strongest.
In fact, he was sure his strength of faith had reached significant level to allow him the "Holy Word". Twas but a simple word, spoke aloud-though, technically, it was not a word at all. He had no consicous idea what it exactly was, but when he wanted to use the word...it was there. Friar Greenmoore felt it within him as surely as the beating of his heart.
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Topic: CvRTD: End Of The Line (Read 189275 times)