Fallen Priest  
The Cynic
How fine you look when dressed in rage. Your enemies are fortunate your condition is not permanent. You're lucky, too. Red eyes suit so few.

Father Vincent, a doubter turned believer through violent revelation. A man learning his own humanity through mistakes, and more often than not discovering that there is a certain reward in being unselfish- though his nature dictates otherwise.


Lessons

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Heather huffed a bit. Even he could see how shit this place was. “Eugh, this thing?” She took the Seal and stared at it. “Yeah, okay.” Stuffing it back in the pocket it once sat in, she instantly felt the twang of fear. Everything was getting way to similar to how it was before. She was wishing now more than ever she hadn’t come back to this horrid place, just stayed with Douglas, safe and away.

Vincent smiled weakly, sadly. Just like back then, Heather holding the Seal, and God at the root of their problems. He followed at her heels again, looking around warily for monsters. “Hey, if it means anything- I’m sorry you had to get involved in all of this.” He had been sorry that Alessa had, that Claudia had. It had just taken a lot to swallow his pride and admit it. None of them had deserved what had happened.


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