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Post by Crowley Eusford on Feb 21, 2016 9:13:08 GMT
A creaking groan came from the old doorway to the church as Crowley walked in with strong strides towards the alter. He had no idea why he came back to such a place after all this time but it was something he felt was needed. He had left this place as quickly as he could, erasing all he knew and learned. His footsteps stopped in front of the alter and touched the wood gently. Things like these were so common. So important to those who readily devoted themselves. Now, it was nothing more than memories he locked away tightly.
A bitter chuckle came out. He had no love for god. No ounce of remorse for leaving behind what forsaken him all those years ago was left in him. Just bitterness of what he couldn't protect due to his own blind fallacies. He punched at a pew, breaking the wood in half and sending splinters all around. He heard the door open and confident footsteps along with a chuckle enter the domain of the unneeded god.
"Didn't think you'd come here," He said with a snort and composed himself quickly.
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Post by Ferid Bathory on Feb 21, 2016 9:41:40 GMT
"Now, if I did everything that was expected of me, what interest would stem from that?" Came Ferid's voice through the empty chantry. The wood of old creaking under his steps as he glissaded across it, confident and less than fearful of it all. This was probably the last place anybody would find the noble, but it was something to vaguely admire once inside. What old wood adorned its core and what trinkets littered the walls and across the panelings human held on to for the sake of... Sanctuary. Faith, and mild comfort in a numen that would strike down any in their wake. It was almost laughable, and deplorable all the same. How could he not visit it?!
"This is the last place I thought to find you, in all of its... Splintered glory." He chuckled as the two of his boot kicked thickened splinter into another pew, nearby. "Are we reminiscing or something of a more cataclysmic topic?" Ferid purred the inquiry, walking his fingers over the pew's mal-molded shoulder.
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