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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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.

“I feel like I don’t have a choice any more…” Boots squished on the ground, frowning slightly. “After the fire, it’s just all linked to me. Isn’t it?” It felt odd, referring to herself as Alessa, but what else was there to do? She was the root, and she hated it. At least now she had a choice. Though the town seemed to be revoking even that. “Eugh, why can’t I just be a normal girl!”


Vincent followed nervously, grimacing at the feeling of damp earth under his feet. “She…You..” He stumbled over the right word. “Never had a choice..never had a chance. Just rotten luck.” The priest frowned, wondering how he had accepted it back then, learning what had been done to her. How had Claudia not acted out against it? It had been so strange. “It’s linked to this place, you were just unlucky enough to get caught up in it.” He sighed again, kicking at the dirt. “We’re all unlucky. Even Claudia. I know you don’t like her but…she used to be a good person, she’s changed. I can’t forgive what she’s done now. I wish she’d stayed dead.” Her and Alessa, because it haunted him to know her ghost lingered here, it hurt him and he hated it.

Heather closed her eyes for a moment. “All this to bring that stupid monster of a god back.” Her grip tightened on the wooden plank. Luck, was that really it? Had Dahlia not burnt her all those years ago, would any of this really be happening? 
Heather stiffened at the mention of Claudia. “I’ll kill her if I have too.” Heather found herself gnawing at her lip, grip tightening so her knuckles turned white. But, she had liked Claudia once, in a past life. Conflict had never been an issue before, but now it was bubbling inside her like a boiling pot. “This is ridiculous.”


Vincent sighed when he realized he’d brought up a touchy subject. “Sorry.” He turned to look around, trying to focus on anything but Heather. How could he have so stupidly brought herup? His eyes caught signs of movement, monsters following them from a distance, watching but not daring to draw close, the same as when they had gone to the station to begin with. “This is my fault.” He finally would admit to the guilt in the present situation, all sense of arrogance gone from him. “If I hadn’t tried to stop Her, this wouldn’t have happened.”