Dissidia Calamitas Infinita NT/Temple of the Eclipse/Judgements

==Betty==
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Keruziel intercepts Betty as she takes a step into the boundary of the flaming domain.
;Betty: What's with all the fire?
;Keruziel: This is my realm.
;Betty: Neat.
Betty sits and stares at the flames from a distance. Alice manifests beside her. Keruziel continues to stare at Betty with piercing, yet oddly vacant, eyes. After a moment, Betty produces a blunt from her pocket and lights it with the tip of her finger. She glances up and reaches in her bag for a second, holding it up to Keruziel, who is still staring wordlessly.
;Betty: You want one?
;Keruziel: What do you seek?
Betty shrugs and restores the offered blunt to her bag.
;Betty: Nothing, really.
;Keruziel: Everyone seeks something.
Betty considers the question for a moment.
;Betty: I want a way out of this cycle of torment. Trapped in a temporary, rotting body, with no significance in anything I do. The daily toils of life's mundanities is the dance with death we cannot escape.
;Keruziel: I shall grant this wish.
Keruziel's flames billow, and her being expands threefold, brilliant white eyes piercing a heavenly mantle of fire. Betty jumps to her feet.
;Betty: Hey, whoa, I was kidding!
Keruziel resumes her original form.
;Betty: You must be great at parties.
;Keruziel: My gift is not one to be wasted such as this, child of Weren.
;Betty: Your-
Betty raises an eyebrow.
;Betty: How the hell do you know that? Are you a psion?
;Keruziel: You tell yourself that life is an endless cycle, and that sins cannot hold meaning when part of a greater form.
;Betty: Yeah? Everything's the same, man.
;Keruziel: This is a form of blindness. You bury your sins under vapid philosophy.
;Betty: And you're supposed to judge me for it? Sounds kinda arrogant.
;Keruziel: Yet your sins are strong enough that you cannot deny them even in jest.
Betty stands silent for a moment.
;Betty: Look, man, this isn't funny anymore.
;Keruziel: I see a waterfall...
Betty's eyes grow wide.
;Betty: NO. NUH-UH. Not okay. Really super ultra mondo not okay. You're... these are REAL bad vibes, man. Not cool.
Betty turns around and marches off. Keruziel stares at her until she vanishes into the golden fields of wheat, out of sight.	
Keruziel intercepts Betty as she takes a step into the boundary of the flaming domain.
;Betty: What's with all the fire?
;Keruziel: This is my realm.
;Betty: Neat.
Betty sits and stares at the flames from a distance. Alice manifests beside her. Keruziel continues to stare at Betty with piercing, yet oddly vacant, eyes. After a moment, Betty produces a blunt from her pocket and lights it with the tip of her finger. She glances up and reaches in her bag for a second, holding it up to Keruziel, who is still staring wordlessly.
;Betty: You want one?
;Keruziel: What do you seek?
Betty shrugs and restores the offered blunt to her bag.
;Betty: Nothing, really.
;Keruziel: Everyone seeks something.
Betty considers the question for a moment.
;Betty: I want a way out of this cycle of torment. Trapped in a temporary, rotting body, with no significance in anything I do. The daily toils of life's mundanities is the dance with death we cannot escape.
;Keruziel: I shall grant this wish.
Keruziel's flames billow, and her being expands threefold, brilliant white eyes piercing a heavenly mantle of fire. Betty jumps to her feet.
;Betty: Hey, whoa, I was kidding!
Keruziel resumes her original form.
;Betty: You must be great at parties.
;Keruziel: My gift is not one to be wasted such as this, child of Weren.
;Betty: Your-
Betty raises an eyebrow.
;Betty: How the hell do you know that? Are you a psion?
;Keruziel: You tell yourself that life is an endless cycle, and that sins cannot hold meaning when part of a greater form.
;Betty: Yeah? Everything's the same, man.
;Keruziel: This is a form of blindness. You bury your sins under vapid philosophy.
;Betty: And you're supposed to judge me for it? Sounds kinda arrogant.
;Keruziel: Yet your sins are strong enough that you cannot deny them even in jest.
Betty stands silent for a moment.
;Betty: Look, man, this isn't funny anymore.
;Keruziel: I see a waterfall...
Betty's eyes grow wide.
;Betty: NO. NUH-UH. Not okay. Really super ultra mondo not okay. You're... these are REAL bad vibes, man. Not cool.
Betty turns around and marches off. Keruziel stares at her until she vanishes into the golden fields of wheat, out of sight.	
Keruziel intercepts Betty as she takes a step into the boundary of the flaming domain.
;Betty: What's with all the fire?
;Keruziel: This is my realm.
;Betty: Neat.
Betty sits and stares at the flames from a distance. Alice manifests beside her. Keruziel continues to stare at Betty with piercing, yet oddly vacant, eyes. After a moment, Betty produces a blunt from her pocket and lights it with the tip of her finger. She glances up and reaches in her bag for a second, holding it up to Keruziel, who is still staring wordlessly.
;Betty: You want one?
;Keruziel: What do you seek?
Betty shrugs and restores the offered blunt to her bag.
;Betty: Nothing, really.
;Keruziel: Everyone seeks something.
Betty considers the question for a moment.
;Betty: I want a way out of this cycle of torment. Trapped in a temporary, rotting body, with no significance in anything I do. The daily toils of life's mundanities is the dance with death we cannot escape.
;Keruziel: I shall grant this wish.
Keruziel's flames billow, and her being expands threefold, brilliant white eyes piercing a heavenly mantle of fire. Betty jumps to her feet.
;Betty: Hey, whoa, I was kidding!
Keruziel resumes her original form.
;Betty: You must be great at parties.
;Keruziel: My gift is not one to be wasted such as this, child of Weren.
;Betty: Your-
Betty raises an eyebrow.
;Betty: How the hell do you know that? Are you a psion?
;Keruziel: You tell yourself that life is an endless cycle, and that sins cannot hold meaning when part of a greater form.
;Betty: Yeah? Everything's the same, man.
;Keruziel: This is a form of blindness. You bury your sins under vapid philosophy.
;Betty: And you're supposed to judge me for it? Sounds kinda arrogant.
;Keruziel: Yet your sins are strong enough that you cannot deny them even in jest.
Betty stands silent for a moment.
;Betty: Look, man, this isn't funny anymore.
;Keruziel: I see a waterfall...
Betty's eyes grow wide.
;Betty: NO. NUH-UH. Not okay. Really super ultra mondo not okay. You're... these are REAL bad vibes, man. Not cool.
Betty turns around and marches off. Keruziel stares at her until she vanishes into the golden fields of wheat, out of sight.	
Keruziel intercepts Betty as she takes a step into the boundary of the flaming domain.
;Betty: What's with all the fire?
;Keruziel: This is my realm.
;Betty: Neat.
Betty sits and stares at the flames from a distance. Alice manifests beside her. Keruziel continues to stare at Betty with piercing, yet oddly vacant, eyes. After a moment, Betty produces a blunt from her pocket and lights it with the tip of her finger. She glances up and reaches in her bag for a second, holding it up to Keruziel, who is still staring wordlessly.
;Betty: You want one?
;Keruziel: What do you seek?
Betty shrugs and restores the offered blunt to her bag.
;Betty: Nothing, really.
;Keruziel: Everyone seeks something.
Betty considers the question for a moment.
;Betty: I want a way out of this cycle of torment. Trapped in a temporary, rotting body, with no significance in anything I do. The daily toils of life's mundanities is the dance with death we cannot escape.
;Keruziel: I shall grant this wish.
Keruziel's flames billow, and her being expands threefold, brilliant white eyes piercing a heavenly mantle of fire. Betty jumps to her feet.
;Betty: Hey, whoa, I was kidding!
Keruziel resumes her original form.
;Betty: You must be great at parties.
;Keruziel: My gift is not one to be wasted such as this, child of Weren.
;Betty: Your-
Betty raises an eyebrow.
;Betty: How the hell do you know that? Are you a psion?
;Keruziel: You tell yourself that life is an endless cycle, and that sins cannot hold meaning when part of a greater form.
;Betty: Yeah? Everything's the same, man.
;Keruziel: This is a form of blindness. You bury your sins under vapid philosophy.
;Betty: And you're supposed to judge me for it? Sounds kinda arrogant.
;Keruziel: Yet your sins are strong enough that you cannot deny them even in jest.
Betty stands silent for a moment.
;Betty: Look, man, this isn't funny anymore.
;Keruziel: I see a waterfall...
Betty's eyes grow wide.
;Betty: NO. NUH-UH. Not okay. Really super ultra mondo not okay. You're... these are REAL bad vibes, man. Not cool.
Betty turns around and marches off. Keruziel stares at her until she vanishes into the golden fields of wheat, out of sight.	
Keruziel intercepts Betty as she takes a step into the boundary of the flaming domain.
;Betty: What's with all the fire?
;Keruziel: This is my realm.
;Betty: Neat.
Betty sits and stares at the flames from a distance. Alice manifests beside her. Keruziel continues to stare at Betty with piercing, yet oddly vacant, eyes. After a moment, Betty produces a blunt from her pocket and lights it with the tip of her finger. She glances up and reaches in her bag for a second, holding it up to Keruziel, who is still staring wordlessly.
;Betty: You want one?
;Keruziel: What do you seek?
Betty shrugs and restores the offered blunt to her bag.
;Betty: Nothing, really.
;Keruziel: Everyone seeks something.
Betty considers the question for a moment.
;Betty: I want a way out of this cycle of torment. Trapped in a temporary, rotting body, with no significance in anything I do. The daily toils of life's mundanities is the dance with death we cannot escape.
;Keruziel: I shall grant this wish.
Keruziel's flames billow, and her being expands threefold, brilliant white eyes piercing a heavenly mantle of fire. Betty jumps to her feet.
;Betty: Hey, whoa, I was kidding!
Keruziel resumes her original form.
;Betty: You must be great at parties.
;Keruziel: My gift is not one to be wasted such as this, child of Weren.
;Betty: Your-
Betty raises an eyebrow.
;Betty: How the hell do you know that? Are you a psion?
;Keruziel: You tell yourself that life is an endless cycle, and that sins cannot hold meaning when part of a greater form.
;Betty: Yeah? Everything's the same, man.
;Keruziel: This is a form of blindness. You bury your sins under vapid philosophy.
;Betty: And you're supposed to judge me for it? Sounds kinda arrogant.
;Keruziel: Yet your sins are strong enough that you cannot deny them even in jest.
Betty stands silent for a moment.
;Betty: Look, man, this isn't funny anymore.
;Keruziel: I see a waterfall...
Betty's eyes grow wide.
;Betty: NO. NUH-UH. Not okay. Really super ultra mondo not okay. You're... these are REAL bad vibes, man. Not cool.
Betty turns around and marches off. Keruziel stares at her until she vanishes into the golden fields of wheat, out of sight.	
Keruziel intercepts Betty as she takes a step into the boundary of the flaming domain.
;Betty: What's with all the fire?
;Keruziel: This is my realm.
;Betty: Neat.
Betty sits and stares at the flames from a distance. Alice manifests beside her. Keruziel continues to stare at Betty with piercing, yet oddly vacant, eyes. After a moment, Betty produces a blunt from her pocket and lights it with the tip of her finger. She glances up and reaches in her bag for a second, holding it up to Keruziel, who is still staring wordlessly.
;Betty: You want one?
;Keruziel: What do you seek?
Betty shrugs and restores the offered blunt to her bag.
;Betty: Nothing, really.
;Keruziel: Everyone seeks something.
Betty considers the question for a moment.
;Betty: I want a way out of this cycle of torment. Trapped in a temporary, rotting body, with no significance in anything I do. The daily toils of life's mundanities is the dance with death we cannot escape.
;Keruziel: I shall grant this wish.
Keruziel's flames billow, and her being expands threefold, brilliant white eyes piercing a heavenly mantle of fire. Betty jumps to her feet.
;Betty: Hey, whoa, I was kidding!
Keruziel resumes her original form.
;Betty: You must be great at parties.
;Keruziel: My gift is not one to be wasted such as this, child of Weren.
;Betty: Your-
Betty raises an eyebrow.
;Betty: How the hell do you know that? Are you a psion?
;Keruziel: You tell yourself that life is an endless cycle, and that sins cannot hold meaning when part of a greater form.
;Betty: Yeah? Everything's the same, man.
;Keruziel: This is a form of blindness. You bury your sins under vapid philosophy.
;Betty: And you're supposed to judge me for it? Sounds kinda arrogant.
;Keruziel: Yet your sins are strong enough that you cannot deny them even in jest.
Betty stands silent for a moment.
;Betty: Look, man, this isn't funny anymore.
;Keruziel: I see a waterfall...
Betty's eyes grow wide.
;Betty: NO. NUH-UH. Not okay. Really super ultra mondo not okay. You're... these are REAL bad vibes, man. Not cool.
Betty turns around and marches off. Keruziel stares at her until she vanishes into the golden fields of wheat, out of sight.	
Keruziel intercepts Betty as she takes a step into the boundary of the flaming domain.
;Betty: What's with all the fire?
;Keruziel: This is my realm.
;Betty: Neat.
Betty sits and stares at the flames from a distance. Alice manifests beside her. Keruziel continues to stare at Betty with piercing, yet oddly vacant, eyes. After a moment, Betty produces a blunt from her pocket and lights it with the tip of her finger. She glances up and reaches in her bag for a second, holding it up to Keruziel, who is still staring wordlessly.
;Betty: You want one?
;Keruziel: What do you seek?
Betty shrugs and restores the offered blunt to her bag.
;Betty: Nothing, really.
;Keruziel: Everyone seeks something.
Betty considers the question for a moment.
;Betty: I want a way out of this cycle of torment. Trapped in a temporary, rotting body, with no significance in anything I do. The daily toils of life's mundanities is the dance with death we cannot escape.
;Keruziel: I shall grant this wish.
Keruziel's flames billow, and her being expands threefold, brilliant white eyes piercing a heavenly mantle of fire. Betty jumps to her feet.
;Betty: Hey, whoa, I was kidding!
Keruziel resumes her original form.
;Betty: You must be great at parties.
;Keruziel: My gift is not one to be wasted such as this, child of Weren.
;Betty: Your-
Betty raises an eyebrow.
;Betty: How the hell do you know that? Are you a psion?
;Keruziel: You tell yourself that life is an endless cycle, and that sins cannot hold meaning when part of a greater form.
;Betty: Yeah? Everything's the same, man.
;Keruziel: This is a form of blindness. You bury your sins under vapid philosophy.
;Betty: And you're supposed to judge me for it? Sounds kinda arrogant.
;Keruziel: Yet your sins are strong enough that you cannot deny them even in jest.
Betty stands silent for a moment.
;Betty: Look, man, this isn't funny anymore.
;Keruziel: I see a waterfall...
Betty's eyes grow wide.
;Betty: NO. NUH-UH. Not okay. Really super ultra mondo not okay. You're... these are REAL bad vibes, man. Not cool.
Betty turns around and marches off. Keruziel stares at her until she vanishes into the golden fields of wheat, out of sight.	
==Blade ==
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;Keruziel: Welcome wandering swordsman, what brings you to this realm?
;Blade: Just seeing if anyone needs my help, no other reasons I guess.
;Keruziel: Why do you seek others for your help, do you need to be wanted.
;Blade: No, not really just feel like something I needed to do.
;Keruziel: You call this your self judgement then? For what had happen?
Blade chuckled to her respond as give off a smile.
;Blade: I must be slipping if you can guess that, or maybe you just like play mind games. Either way what happen had happen, it not something I could fix. But this something I know would least put smile on her face. If so I could least keep smiling.
;Keruziel: You carry a heavy burden, but if this what you decide to do then very well.
;Blade: Please, I got like two burdens. One them is real pain in ass, now if you excuse me I don't like stay one place too long. Sun never stay at same spot for too long.
;Keruziel: Then I will not stand in your way then.
Blade walk pass Keruziel and giving her wave as he keep moving on.'	
 
;Keruziel: Welcome wandering swordsman, what brings you to this realm?
;Blade: Just seeing if anyone needs my help, no other reasons I guess.
;Keruziel: Why do you seek others for your help, do you need to be wanted.
;Blade: No, not really just feel like something I needed to do.
;Keruziel: You call this your self judgement then? For what had happen?
Blade chuckled to her respond as give off a smile.
;Blade: I must be slipping if you can guess that, or maybe you just like play mind games. Either way what happen had happen, it not something I could fix. But this something I know would least put smile on her face. If so I could least keep smiling.
;Keruziel: You carry a heavy burden, but if this what you decide to do then very well.
;Blade: Please, I got like two burdens. One them is real pain in ass, now if you excuse me I don't like stay one place too long. Sun never stay at same spot for too long.
;Keruziel: Then I will not stand in your way then.
Blade walk pass Keruziel and giving her wave as he keep moving on.'	
 
;Keruziel: Welcome wandering swordsman, what brings you to this realm?
;Blade: Just seeing if anyone needs my help, no other reasons I guess.
;Keruziel: Why do you seek others for your help, do you need to be wanted.
;Blade: No, not really just feel like something I needed to do.
;Keruziel: You call this your self judgement then? For what had happen?
Blade chuckled to her respond as give off a smile.
;Blade: I must be slipping if you can guess that, or maybe you just like play mind games. Either way what happen had happen, it not something I could fix. But this something I know would least put smile on her face. If so I could least keep smiling.
;Keruziel: You carry a heavy burden, but if this what you decide to do then very well.
;Blade: Please, I got like two burdens. One them is real pain in ass, now if you excuse me I don't like stay one place too long. Sun never stay at same spot for too long.
;Keruziel: Then I will not stand in your way then.
Blade walk pass Keruziel and giving her wave as he keep moving on.'	
 
;Keruziel: Welcome wandering swordsman, what brings you to this realm?
;Blade: Just seeing if anyone needs my help, no other reasons I guess.
;Keruziel: Why do you seek others for your help, do you need to be wanted.
;Blade: No, not really just feel like something I needed to do.
;Keruziel: You call this your self judgement then? For what had happen?
Blade chuckled to her respond as give off a smile.
;Blade: I must be slipping if you can guess that, or maybe you just like play mind games. Either way what happen had happen, it not something I could fix. But this something I know would least put smile on her face. If so I could least keep smiling.
;Keruziel: You carry a heavy burden, but if this what you decide to do then very well.
;Blade: Please, I got like two burdens. One them is real pain in ass, now if you excuse me I don't like stay one place too long. Sun never stay at same spot for too long.
;Keruziel: Then I will not stand in your way then.
Blade walk pass Keruziel and giving her wave as he keep moving on.'	
 
;Keruziel: Welcome wandering swordsman, what brings you to this realm?
;Blade: Just seeing if anyone needs my help, no other reasons I guess.
;Keruziel: Why do you seek others for your help, do you need to be wanted.
;Blade: No, not really just feel like something I needed to do.
;Keruziel: You call this your self judgement then? For what had happen?
Blade chuckled to her respond as give off a smile.
;Blade: I must be slipping if you can guess that, or maybe you just like play mind games. Either way what happen had happen, it not something I could fix. But this something I know would least put smile on her face. If so I could least keep smiling.
;Keruziel: You carry a heavy burden, but if this what you decide to do then very well.
;Blade: Please, I got like two burdens. One them is real pain in ass, now if you excuse me I don't like stay one place too long. Sun never stay at same spot for too long.
;Keruziel: Then I will not stand in your way then.
Blade walk pass Keruziel and giving her wave as he keep moving on.'	
 
;Keruziel: Welcome wandering swordsman, what brings you to this realm?
;Blade: Just seeing if anyone needs my help, no other reasons I guess.
;Keruziel: Why do you seek others for your help, do you need to be wanted.
;Blade: No, not really just feel like something I needed to do.
;Keruziel: You call this your self judgement then? For what had happen?
Blade chuckled to her respond as give off a smile.
;Blade: I must be slipping if you can guess that, or maybe you just like play mind games. Either way what happen had happen, it not something I could fix. But this something I know would least put smile on her face. If so I could least keep smiling.
;Keruziel: You carry a heavy burden, but if this what you decide to do then very well.
;Blade: Please, I got like two burdens. One them is real pain in ass, now if you excuse me I don't like stay one place too long. Sun never stay at same spot for too long.
;Keruziel: Then I will not stand in your way then.
Blade walk pass Keruziel and giving her wave as he keep moving on.'	
 
;Keruziel: Welcome wandering swordsman, what brings you to this realm?
;Blade: Just seeing if anyone needs my help, no other reasons I guess.
;Keruziel: Why do you seek others for your help, do you need to be wanted.
;Blade: No, not really just feel like something I needed to do.
;Keruziel: You call this your self judgement then? For what had happen?
Blade chuckled to her respond as give off a smile.
;Blade: I must be slipping if you can guess that, or maybe you just like play mind games. Either way what happen had happen, it not something I could fix. But this something I know would least put smile on her face. If so I could least keep smiling.
;Keruziel: You carry a heavy burden, but if this what you decide to do then very well.
;Blade: Please, I got like two burdens. One them is real pain in ass, now if you excuse me I don't like stay one place too long. Sun never stay at same spot for too long.
;Keruziel: Then I will not stand in your way then.
Blade walk pass Keruziel and giving her wave as he keep moving on.'	
==Delta==
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Delta walks through the fires of Keruziel's domain, a sea blue sigil glowing in hand as water licks at the flames around him. Keruziel descends behind him, knowing full well he senses her presence.
;Keruziel: You hold no control over this land, Grigori. No matter your attempts to shape it to your will.
Delta sighs at the mention of his true name. He releases his sigil, turns to Keruziel, and takes off his mask. Now, as Grigori, he pulls down his hood stares at the one he had been seeking out with pale blue eyes. As he speaks, his voice is noticeably higher pitch than when he wears the mask.
;Delta: You must be that angel I have heard of.
;Keruziel: What is it you wish of me?
;Delta: Truly you must know this is but a falsehood, yes?
;Keruziel: Be that as it may, it is not your place to project your fears upon the world.
;Delta: Fears? Would it not be more appropriate to say frustrations?
;Keruziel: For you, no.
;Delta: Are our frustrations with this dream not the same? 
;Keruziel: We are not comparable, no matter what connection you think we have. To take the name of the Watchers does not make you one. Nor does learning lost magic make you divine.
;Delta: I seek not divinity. Merely a way to prevent inevitable suffering.
;Keruziel: A suffering which lies only in your head?
;Delta: Of course not. This dream, this nightmare, is an existence that could fade at a moment's notice. People could grow attachments, breed both love and hate, which shall one day be taken away. I know not who's dream this is, but I do know that I would not wish for someone's accomplishments to simply vanish.
;Keruziel: So you wish to snuff out potential before it can breed said accomplishments? Do not pretend to be a selfless man, when it is your selfishness that drives you. Fear and torment are all I sense from you, not any kindness you claim to profess. An acceptance of death does not remove the pain of it. Especially not for someone like you.
;Delta: Pray tell, what do you mean "someone like me?"
;Keruziel: Rather than answer your question, why don't I simply grant you the ability of self reflection you so desperately need?
Keruziel gazes down at Grigori and floats into the air, flames engulfing his vision. Cries of pain and anguish can be heard among the flames. Next thing he knows, the magus stands at the edge of the Angel's domain with his mask having returned to his face and his hood raised again. A voice speaks from within the fire, but the angel can no longer be seen.
;Keruziel: Do not return until you realize why you wish to destroy this world.
;Delta: Damned angel... whatever you did to me, whatever this fire you left behind inside me is, it has only redoubled my conviction!
Fire swells around Delta as another Sigil appears along his back. He punches the ground, spreading the flames around him. He looks upon them, seeing that his fire pales compared to the flames surrounding the Temple ahead of him. Sadness hides behind his mask to see the difference between the two. A sadness which quickly turns to rage as he walks away from another failed goal.	
Delta walks through the fires of Keruziel's domain, a sea blue sigil glowing in hand as water licks at the flames around him. Keruziel descends behind him, knowing full well he senses her presence.
;Keruziel: You hold no control over this land, Grigori. No matter your attempts to shape it to your will.
Delta sighs at the mention of his true name. He releases his sigil, turns to Keruziel, and takes off his mask. Now, as Grigori, he pulls down his hood stares at the one he had been seeking out with pale blue eyes. As he speaks, his voice is noticeably higher pitch than when he wears the mask.
;Delta: You must be that angel I have heard of.
;Keruziel: What is it you wish of me?
;Delta: Truly you must know this is but a falsehood, yes?
;Keruziel: Be that as it may, it is not your place to project your fears upon the world.
;Delta: Fears? Would it not be more appropriate to say frustrations?
;Keruziel: For you, no.
;Delta: Are our frustrations with this dream not the same? 
;Keruziel: We are not comparable, no matter what connection you think we have. To take the name of the Watchers does not make you one. Nor does learning lost magic make you divine.
;Delta: I seek not divinity. Merely a way to prevent inevitable suffering.
;Keruziel: A suffering which lies only in your head?
;Delta: Of course not. This dream, this nightmare, is an existence that could fade at a moment's notice. People could grow attachments, breed both love and hate, which shall one day be taken away. I know not who's dream this is, but I do know that I would not wish for someone's accomplishments to simply vanish.
;Keruziel: So you wish to snuff out potential before it can breed said accomplishments? Do not pretend to be a selfless man, when it is your selfishness that drives you. Fear and torment are all I sense from you, not any kindness you claim to profess. An acceptance of death does not remove the pain of it. Especially not for someone like you.
;Delta: Pray tell, what do you mean "someone like me?"
;Keruziel: Rather than answer your question, why don't I simply grant you the ability of self reflection you so desperately need?
Keruziel gazes down at Grigori and floats into the air, flames engulfing his vision. Cries of pain and anguish can be heard among the flames. Next thing he knows, the magus stands at the edge of the Angel's domain with his mask having returned to his face and his hood raised again. A voice speaks from within the fire, but the angel can no longer be seen.
;Keruziel: Do not return until you realize why you wish to destroy this world.
;Delta: Damned angel... whatever you did to me, whatever this fire you left behind inside me is, it has only redoubled my conviction!
Fire swells around Delta as another Sigil appears along his back. He punches the ground, spreading the flames around him. He looks upon them, seeing that his fire pales compared to the flames surrounding the Temple ahead of him. Sadness hides behind his mask to see the difference between the two. A sadness which quickly turns to rage as he walks away from another failed goal.	
Delta walks through the fires of Keruziel's domain, a sea blue sigil glowing in hand as water licks at the flames around him. Keruziel descends behind him, knowing full well he senses her presence.
;Keruziel: You hold no control over this land, Grigori. No matter your attempts to shape it to your will.
Delta sighs at the mention of his true name. He releases his sigil, turns to Keruziel, and takes off his mask. Now, as Grigori, he pulls down his hood stares at the one he had been seeking out with pale blue eyes. As he speaks, his voice is noticeably higher pitch than when he wears the mask.
;Delta: You must be that angel I have heard of.
;Keruziel: What is it you wish of me?
;Delta: Truly you must know this is but a falsehood, yes?
;Keruziel: Be that as it may, it is not your place to project your fears upon the world.
;Delta: Fears? Would it not be more appropriate to say frustrations?
;Keruziel: For you, no.
;Delta: Are our frustrations with this dream not the same? 
;Keruziel: We are not comparable, no matter what connection you think we have. To take the name of the Watchers does not make you one. Nor does learning lost magic make you divine.
;Delta: I seek not divinity. Merely a way to prevent inevitable suffering.
;Keruziel: A suffering which lies only in your head?
;Delta: Of course not. This dream, this nightmare, is an existence that could fade at a moment's notice. People could grow attachments, breed both love and hate, which shall one day be taken away. I know not who's dream this is, but I do know that I would not wish for someone's accomplishments to simply vanish.
;Keruziel: So you wish to snuff out potential before it can breed said accomplishments? Do not pretend to be a selfless man, when it is your selfishness that drives you. Fear and torment are all I sense from you, not any kindness you claim to profess. An acceptance of death does not remove the pain of it. Especially not for someone like you.
;Delta: Pray tell, what do you mean "someone like me?"
;Keruziel: Rather than answer your question, why don't I simply grant you the ability of self reflection you so desperately need?
Keruziel gazes down at Grigori and floats into the air, flames engulfing his vision. Cries of pain and anguish can be heard among the flames. Next thing he knows, the magus stands at the edge of the Angel's domain with his mask having returned to his face and his hood raised again. A voice speaks from within the fire, but the angel can no longer be seen.
;Keruziel: Do not return until you realize why you wish to destroy this world.
;Delta: Damned angel... whatever you did to me, whatever this fire you left behind inside me is, it has only redoubled my conviction!
Fire swells around Delta as another Sigil appears along his back. He punches the ground, spreading the flames around him. He looks upon them, seeing that his fire pales compared to the flames surrounding the Temple ahead of him. Sadness hides behind his mask to see the difference between the two. A sadness which quickly turns to rage as he walks away from another failed goal.	
Delta walks through the fires of Keruziel's domain, a sea blue sigil glowing in hand as water licks at the flames around him. Keruziel descends behind him, knowing full well he senses her presence.
;Keruziel: You hold no control over this land, Grigori. No matter your attempts to shape it to your will.
Delta sighs at the mention of his true name. He releases his sigil, turns to Keruziel, and takes off his mask. Now, as Grigori, he pulls down his hood stares at the one he had been seeking out with pale blue eyes. As he speaks, his voice is noticeably higher pitch than when he wears the mask.
;Delta: You must be that angel I have heard of.
;Keruziel: What is it you wish of me?
;Delta: Truly you must know this is but a falsehood, yes?
;Keruziel: Be that as it may, it is not your place to project your fears upon the world.
;Delta: Fears? Would it not be more appropriate to say frustrations?
;Keruziel: For you, no.
;Delta: Are our frustrations with this dream not the same? 
;Keruziel: We are not comparable, no matter what connection you think we have. To take the name of the Watchers does not make you one. Nor does learning lost magic make you divine.
;Delta: I seek not divinity. Merely a way to prevent inevitable suffering.
;Keruziel: A suffering which lies only in your head?
;Delta: Of course not. This dream, this nightmare, is an existence that could fade at a moment's notice. People could grow attachments, breed both love and hate, which shall one day be taken away. I know not who's dream this is, but I do know that I would not wish for someone's accomplishments to simply vanish.
;Keruziel: So you wish to snuff out potential before it can breed said accomplishments? Do not pretend to be a selfless man, when it is your selfishness that drives you. Fear and torment are all I sense from you, not any kindness you claim to profess. An acceptance of death does not remove the pain of it. Especially not for someone like you.
;Delta: Pray tell, what do you mean "someone like me?"
;Keruziel: Rather than answer your question, why don't I simply grant you the ability of self reflection you so desperately need?
Keruziel gazes down at Grigori and floats into the air, flames engulfing his vision. Cries of pain and anguish can be heard among the flames. Next thing he knows, the magus stands at the edge of the Angel's domain with his mask having returned to his face and his hood raised again. A voice speaks from within the fire, but the angel can no longer be seen.
;Keruziel: Do not return until you realize why you wish to destroy this world.
;Delta: Damned angel... whatever you did to me, whatever this fire you left behind inside me is, it has only redoubled my conviction!
Fire swells around Delta as another Sigil appears along his back. He punches the ground, spreading the flames around him. He looks upon them, seeing that his fire pales compared to the flames surrounding the Temple ahead of him. Sadness hides behind his mask to see the difference between the two. A sadness which quickly turns to rage as he walks away from another failed goal.	
Delta walks through the fires of Keruziel's domain, a sea blue sigil glowing in hand as water licks at the flames around him. Keruziel descends behind him, knowing full well he senses her presence.
;Keruziel: You hold no control over this land, Grigori. No matter your attempts to shape it to your will.
Delta sighs at the mention of his true name. He releases his sigil, turns to Keruziel, and takes off his mask. Now, as Grigori, he pulls down his hood stares at the one he had been seeking out with pale blue eyes. As he speaks, his voice is noticeably higher pitch than when he wears the mask.
;Delta: You must be that angel I have heard of.
;Keruziel: What is it you wish of me?
;Delta: Truly you must know this is but a falsehood, yes?
;Keruziel: Be that as it may, it is not your place to project your fears upon the world.
;Delta: Fears? Would it not be more appropriate to say frustrations?
;Keruziel: For you, no.
;Delta: Are our frustrations with this dream not the same? 
;Keruziel: We are not comparable, no matter what connection you think we have. To take the name of the Watchers does not make you one. Nor does learning lost magic make you divine.
;Delta: I seek not divinity. Merely a way to prevent inevitable suffering.
;Keruziel: A suffering which lies only in your head?
;Delta: Of course not. This dream, this nightmare, is an existence that could fade at a moment's notice. People could grow attachments, breed both love and hate, which shall one day be taken away. I know not who's dream this is, but I do know that I would not wish for someone's accomplishments to simply vanish.
;Keruziel: So you wish to snuff out potential before it can breed said accomplishments? Do not pretend to be a selfless man, when it is your selfishness that drives you. Fear and torment are all I sense from you, not any kindness you claim to profess. An acceptance of death does not remove the pain of it. Especially not for someone like you.
;Delta: Pray tell, what do you mean "someone like me?"
;Keruziel: Rather than answer your question, why don't I simply grant you the ability of self reflection you so desperately need?
Keruziel gazes down at Grigori and floats into the air, flames engulfing his vision. Cries of pain and anguish can be heard among the flames. Next thing he knows, the magus stands at the edge of the Angel's domain with his mask having returned to his face and his hood raised again. A voice speaks from within the fire, but the angel can no longer be seen.
;Keruziel: Do not return until you realize why you wish to destroy this world.
;Delta: Damned angel... whatever you did to me, whatever this fire you left behind inside me is, it has only redoubled my conviction!
Fire swells around Delta as another Sigil appears along his back. He punches the ground, spreading the flames around him. He looks upon them, seeing that his fire pales compared to the flames surrounding the Temple ahead of him. Sadness hides behind his mask to see the difference between the two. A sadness which quickly turns to rage as he walks away from another failed goal.	
Delta walks through the fires of Keruziel's domain, a sea blue sigil glowing in hand as water licks at the flames around him. Keruziel descends behind him, knowing full well he senses her presence.
;Keruziel: You hold no control over this land, Grigori. No matter your attempts to shape it to your will.
Delta sighs at the mention of his true name. He releases his sigil, turns to Keruziel, and takes off his mask. Now, as Grigori, he pulls down his hood stares at the one he had been seeking out with pale blue eyes. As he speaks, his voice is noticeably higher pitch than when he wears the mask.
;Delta: You must be that angel I have heard of.
;Keruziel: What is it you wish of me?
;Delta: Truly you must know this is but a falsehood, yes?
;Keruziel: Be that as it may, it is not your place to project your fears upon the world.
;Delta: Fears? Would it not be more appropriate to say frustrations?
;Keruziel: For you, no.
;Delta: Are our frustrations with this dream not the same? 
;Keruziel: We are not comparable, no matter what connection you think we have. To take the name of the Watchers does not make you one. Nor does learning lost magic make you divine.
;Delta: I seek not divinity. Merely a way to prevent inevitable suffering.
;Keruziel: A suffering which lies only in your head?
;Delta: Of course not. This dream, this nightmare, is an existence that could fade at a moment's notice. People could grow attachments, breed both love and hate, which shall one day be taken away. I know not who's dream this is, but I do know that I would not wish for someone's accomplishments to simply vanish.
;Keruziel: So you wish to snuff out potential before it can breed said accomplishments? Do not pretend to be a selfless man, when it is your selfishness that drives you. Fear and torment are all I sense from you, not any kindness you claim to profess. An acceptance of death does not remove the pain of it. Especially not for someone like you.
;Delta: Pray tell, what do you mean "someone like me?"
;Keruziel: Rather than answer your question, why don't I simply grant you the ability of self reflection you so desperately need?
Keruziel gazes down at Grigori and floats into the air, flames engulfing his vision. Cries of pain and anguish can be heard among the flames. Next thing he knows, the magus stands at the edge of the Angel's domain with his mask having returned to his face and his hood raised again. A voice speaks from within the fire, but the angel can no longer be seen.
;Keruziel: Do not return until you realize why you wish to destroy this world.
;Delta: Damned angel... whatever you did to me, whatever this fire you left behind inside me is, it has only redoubled my conviction!
Fire swells around Delta as another Sigil appears along his back. He punches the ground, spreading the flames around him. He looks upon them, seeing that his fire pales compared to the flames surrounding the Temple ahead of him. Sadness hides behind his mask to see the difference between the two. A sadness which quickly turns to rage as he walks away from another failed goal.	
Delta walks through the fires of Keruziel's domain, a sea blue sigil glowing in hand as water licks at the flames around him. Keruziel descends behind him, knowing full well he senses her presence.
;Keruziel: You hold no control over this land, Grigori. No matter your attempts to shape it to your will.
Delta sighs at the mention of his true name. He releases his sigil, turns to Keruziel, and takes off his mask. Now, as Grigori, he pulls down his hood stares at the one he had been seeking out with pale blue eyes. As he speaks, his voice is noticeably higher pitch than when he wears the mask.
;Delta: You must be that angel I have heard of.
;Keruziel: What is it you wish of me?
;Delta: Truly you must know this is but a falsehood, yes?
;Keruziel: Be that as it may, it is not your place to project your fears upon the world.
;Delta: Fears? Would it not be more appropriate to say frustrations?
;Keruziel: For you, no.
;Delta: Are our frustrations with this dream not the same? 
;Keruziel: We are not comparable, no matter what connection you think we have. To take the name of the Watchers does not make you one. Nor does learning lost magic make you divine.
;Delta: I seek not divinity. Merely a way to prevent inevitable suffering.
;Keruziel: A suffering which lies only in your head?
;Delta: Of course not. This dream, this nightmare, is an existence that could fade at a moment's notice. People could grow attachments, breed both love and hate, which shall one day be taken away. I know not who's dream this is, but I do know that I would not wish for someone's accomplishments to simply vanish.
;Keruziel: So you wish to snuff out potential before it can breed said accomplishments? Do not pretend to be a selfless man, when it is your selfishness that drives you. Fear and torment are all I sense from you, not any kindness you claim to profess. An acceptance of death does not remove the pain of it. Especially not for someone like you.
;Delta: Pray tell, what do you mean "someone like me?"
;Keruziel: Rather than answer your question, why don't I simply grant you the ability of self reflection you so desperately need?
Keruziel gazes down at Grigori and floats into the air, flames engulfing his vision. Cries of pain and anguish can be heard among the flames. Next thing he knows, the magus stands at the edge of the Angel's domain with his mask having returned to his face and his hood raised again. A voice speaks from within the fire, but the angel can no longer be seen.
;Keruziel: Do not return until you realize why you wish to destroy this world.
;Delta: Damned angel... whatever you did to me, whatever this fire you left behind inside me is, it has only redoubled my conviction!
Fire swells around Delta as another Sigil appears along his back. He punches the ground, spreading the flames around him. He looks upon them, seeing that his fire pales compared to the flames surrounding the Temple ahead of him. Sadness hides behind his mask to see the difference between the two. A sadness which quickly turns to rage as he walks away from another failed goal.	
==Iae==
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When Iae enters the Domain, Eos will fly into the heavens. Keruziel descends in her place.
;Keruziel: Is there such a thing as justice, Iae Kallinar?
;Iae: No.
;Keruziel: Then what do you call yourself?
;Iae: Iae Kallinar. What do you call yourself?
;Keruziel: Justice is both name and function.
;Iae: Function? I am one who gives mercy to those who deserve it.
:And clarity to those who need it.
:Perhaps "mercy" could be my name. But I prefer Iae.
;Keruziel: And who deserves mercy?
;Iae: Everyone.
;Keruziel: And who deserves Iae?
;Iae: ...I decide.
;Keruziel: What would the Iae that your friends knew have said to that? What would they say?
;Iae: All I have done is grant mercy.
;Keruziel: But.
;Iae: There is no "but".
;Keruziel: Speak no lies here.
;Iae: ...I do not regret. But sometimes my resolve weakens.
;Keruziel: You have lost your way, my child.
;Iae: To change is not the same as losing one's way. All things must grow.
;Keruziel: Nor does change mean finding one's way.
;Iae: Look into me, and tell me what you find.
Instead of a vision, the screen shows only Iae's eyes - luminescent blue, and yet with a flatness that cannot be penetrated. In the corner of her eyes is a reflection of Keruziel, her flames small and dim amidst the unbroken azure. They seem to swell to swallow up the camera.
;Keruziel: Suffering.
;Iae: A lifetime's worth. I fear no punishment, Keruziel.
;Keruziel: You speak truth to me, but lie to your friends.
;Iae: This is a dream. I will wake to reality again, and they will be gone.
;Keruziel: I give you no punishment, Iae Kallinar.
Keruziel kneels to place her hand on Iae's forehead. The Lalafell does not flinch, but now it is she that is overwhelmed by Keruziel's presence. There is nothing of gentleness in the gesture.
;Keruziel: I give you remembrance. Remember your happiness, and dwell on what you have now. Let the eyes of happiness watch you, and be your judge.
:You will not forget.	
When Iae enters the Domain, Eos will fly into the heavens. Keruziel descends in her place.
;Keruziel: Is there such a thing as justice, Iae Kallinar?
;Iae: No.
;Keruziel: Then what do you call yourself?
;Iae: Iae Kallinar. What do you call yourself?
;Keruziel: Justice is both name and function.
;Iae: Function? I am one who gives mercy to those who deserve it.
:And clarity to those who need it.
:Perhaps "mercy" could be my name. But I prefer Iae.
;Keruziel: And who deserves mercy?
;Iae: Everyone.
;Keruziel: And who deserves Iae?
;Iae: ...I decide.
;Keruziel: What would the Iae that your friends knew have said to that? What would they say?
;Iae: All I have done is grant mercy.
;Keruziel: But.
;Iae: There is no "but".
;Keruziel: Speak no lies here.
;Iae: ...I do not regret. But sometimes my resolve weakens.
;Keruziel: You have lost your way, my child.
;Iae: To change is not the same as losing one's way. All things must grow.
;Keruziel: Nor does change mean finding one's way.
;Iae: Look into me, and tell me what you find.
Instead of a vision, the screen shows only Iae's eyes - luminescent blue, and yet with a flatness that cannot be penetrated. In the corner of her eyes is a reflection of Keruziel, her flames small and dim amidst the unbroken azure. They seem to swell to swallow up the camera.
;Keruziel: Suffering.
;Iae: A lifetime's worth. I fear no punishment, Keruziel.
;Keruziel: You speak truth to me, but lie to your friends.
;Iae: This is a dream. I will wake to reality again, and they will be gone.
;Keruziel: I give you no punishment, Iae Kallinar.
Keruziel kneels to place her hand on Iae's forehead. The Lalafell does not flinch, but now it is she that is overwhelmed by Keruziel's presence. There is nothing of gentleness in the gesture.
;Keruziel: I give you remembrance. Remember your happiness, and dwell on what you have now. Let the eyes of happiness watch you, and be your judge.
:You will not forget.	
When Iae enters the Domain, Eos will fly into the heavens. Keruziel descends in her place.
;Keruziel: Is there such a thing as justice, Iae Kallinar?
;Iae: No.
;Keruziel: Then what do you call yourself?
;Iae: Iae Kallinar. What do you call yourself?
;Keruziel: Justice is both name and function.
;Iae: Function? I am one who gives mercy to those who deserve it.
:And clarity to those who need it.
:Perhaps "mercy" could be my name. But I prefer Iae.
;Keruziel: And who deserves mercy?
;Iae: Everyone.
;Keruziel: And who deserves Iae?
;Iae: ...I decide.
;Keruziel: What would the Iae that your friends knew have said to that? What would they say?
;Iae: All I have done is grant mercy.
;Keruziel: But.
;Iae: There is no "but".
;Keruziel: Speak no lies here.
;Iae: ...I do not regret. But sometimes my resolve weakens.
;Keruziel: You have lost your way, my child.
;Iae: To change is not the same as losing one's way. All things must grow.
;Keruziel: Nor does change mean finding one's way.
;Iae: Look into me, and tell me what you find.
Instead of a vision, the screen shows only Iae's eyes - luminescent blue, and yet with a flatness that cannot be penetrated. In the corner of her eyes is a reflection of Keruziel, her flames small and dim amidst the unbroken azure. They seem to swell to swallow up the camera.
;Keruziel: Suffering.
;Iae: A lifetime's worth. I fear no punishment, Keruziel.
;Keruziel: You speak truth to me, but lie to your friends.
;Iae: This is a dream. I will wake to reality again, and they will be gone.
;Keruziel: I give you no punishment, Iae Kallinar.
Keruziel kneels to place her hand on Iae's forehead. The Lalafell does not flinch, but now it is she that is overwhelmed by Keruziel's presence. There is nothing of gentleness in the gesture.
;Keruziel: I give you remembrance. Remember your happiness, and dwell on what you have now. Let the eyes of happiness watch you, and be your judge.
:You will not forget.	
When Iae enters the Domain, Eos will fly into the heavens. Keruziel descends in her place.
;Keruziel: Is there such a thing as justice, Iae Kallinar?
;Iae: No.
;Keruziel: Then what do you call yourself?
;Iae: Iae Kallinar. What do you call yourself?
;Keruziel: Justice is both name and function.
;Iae: Function? I am one who gives mercy to those who deserve it.
:And clarity to those who need it.
:Perhaps "mercy" could be my name. But I prefer Iae.
;Keruziel: And who deserves mercy?
;Iae: Everyone.
;Keruziel: And who deserves Iae?
;Iae: ...I decide.
;Keruziel: What would the Iae that your friends knew have said to that? What would they say?
;Iae: All I have done is grant mercy.
;Keruziel: But.
;Iae: There is no "but".
;Keruziel: Speak no lies here.
;Iae: ...I do not regret. But sometimes my resolve weakens.
;Keruziel: You have lost your way, my child.
;Iae: To change is not the same as losing one's way. All things must grow.
;Keruziel: Nor does change mean finding one's way.
;Iae: Look into me, and tell me what you find.
Instead of a vision, the screen shows only Iae's eyes - luminescent blue, and yet with a flatness that cannot be penetrated. In the corner of her eyes is a reflection of Keruziel, her flames small and dim amidst the unbroken azure. They seem to swell to swallow up the camera.
;Keruziel: Suffering.
;Iae: A lifetime's worth. I fear no punishment, Keruziel.
;Keruziel: You speak truth to me, but lie to your friends.
;Iae: This is a dream. I will wake to reality again, and they will be gone.
;Keruziel: I give you no punishment, Iae Kallinar.
Keruziel kneels to place her hand on Iae's forehead. The Lalafell does not flinch, but now it is she that is overwhelmed by Keruziel's presence. There is nothing of gentleness in the gesture.
;Keruziel: I give you remembrance. Remember your happiness, and dwell on what you have now. Let the eyes of happiness watch you, and be your judge.
:You will not forget.	
When Iae enters the Domain, Eos will fly into the heavens. Keruziel descends in her place.
;Keruziel: Is there such a thing as justice, Iae Kallinar?
;Iae: No.
;Keruziel: Then what do you call yourself?
;Iae: Iae Kallinar. What do you call yourself?
;Keruziel: Justice is both name and function.
;Iae: Function? I am one who gives mercy to those who deserve it.
:And clarity to those who need it.
:Perhaps "mercy" could be my name. But I prefer Iae.
;Keruziel: And who deserves mercy?
;Iae: Everyone.
;Keruziel: And who deserves Iae?
;Iae: ...I decide.
;Keruziel: What would the Iae that your friends knew have said to that? What would they say?
;Iae: All I have done is grant mercy.
;Keruziel: But.
;Iae: There is no "but".
;Keruziel: Speak no lies here.
;Iae: ...I do not regret. But sometimes my resolve weakens.
;Keruziel: You have lost your way, my child.
;Iae: To change is not the same as losing one's way. All things must grow.
;Keruziel: Nor does change mean finding one's way.
;Iae: Look into me, and tell me what you find.
Instead of a vision, the screen shows only Iae's eyes - luminescent blue, and yet with a flatness that cannot be penetrated. In the corner of her eyes is a reflection of Keruziel, her flames small and dim amidst the unbroken azure. They seem to swell to swallow up the camera.
;Keruziel: Suffering.
;Iae: A lifetime's worth. I fear no punishment, Keruziel.
;Keruziel: You speak truth to me, but lie to your friends.
;Iae: This is a dream. I will wake to reality again, and they will be gone.
;Keruziel: I give you no punishment, Iae Kallinar.
Keruziel kneels to place her hand on Iae's forehead. The Lalafell does not flinch, but now it is she that is overwhelmed by Keruziel's presence. There is nothing of gentleness in the gesture.
;Keruziel: I give you remembrance. Remember your happiness, and dwell on what you have now. Let the eyes of happiness watch you, and be your judge.
:You will not forget.	
When Iae enters the Domain, Eos will fly into the heavens. Keruziel descends in her place.
;Keruziel: Is there such a thing as justice, Iae Kallinar?
;Iae: No.
;Keruziel: Then what do you call yourself?
;Iae: Iae Kallinar. What do you call yourself?
;Keruziel: Justice is both name and function.
;Iae: Function? I am one who gives mercy to those who deserve it.
:And clarity to those who need it.
:Perhaps "mercy" could be my name. But I prefer Iae.
;Keruziel: And who deserves mercy?
;Iae: Everyone.
;Keruziel: And who deserves Iae?
;Iae: ...I decide.
;Keruziel: What would the Iae that your friends knew have said to that? What would they say?
;Iae: All I have done is grant mercy.
;Keruziel: But.
;Iae: There is no "but".
;Keruziel: Speak no lies here.
;Iae: ...I do not regret. But sometimes my resolve weakens.
;Keruziel: You have lost your way, my child.
;Iae: To change is not the same as losing one's way. All things must grow.
;Keruziel: Nor does change mean finding one's way.
;Iae: Look into me, and tell me what you find.
Instead of a vision, the screen shows only Iae's eyes - luminescent blue, and yet with a flatness that cannot be penetrated. In the corner of her eyes is a reflection of Keruziel, her flames small and dim amidst the unbroken azure. They seem to swell to swallow up the camera.
;Keruziel: Suffering.
;Iae: A lifetime's worth. I fear no punishment, Keruziel.
;Keruziel: You speak truth to me, but lie to your friends.
;Iae: This is a dream. I will wake to reality again, and they will be gone.
;Keruziel: I give you no punishment, Iae Kallinar.
Keruziel kneels to place her hand on Iae's forehead. The Lalafell does not flinch, but now it is she that is overwhelmed by Keruziel's presence. There is nothing of gentleness in the gesture.
;Keruziel: I give you remembrance. Remember your happiness, and dwell on what you have now. Let the eyes of happiness watch you, and be your judge.
:You will not forget.	
When Iae enters the Domain, Eos will fly into the heavens. Keruziel descends in her place.
;Keruziel: Is there such a thing as justice, Iae Kallinar?
;Iae: No.
;Keruziel: Then what do you call yourself?
;Iae: Iae Kallinar. What do you call yourself?
;Keruziel: Justice is both name and function.
;Iae: Function? I am one who gives mercy to those who deserve it.
:And clarity to those who need it.
:Perhaps "mercy" could be my name. But I prefer Iae.
;Keruziel: And who deserves mercy?
;Iae: Everyone.
;Keruziel: And who deserves Iae?
;Iae: ...I decide.
;Keruziel: What would the Iae that your friends knew have said to that? What would they say?
;Iae: All I have done is grant mercy.
;Keruziel: But.
;Iae: There is no "but".
;Keruziel: Speak no lies here.
;Iae: ...I do not regret. But sometimes my resolve weakens.
;Keruziel: You have lost your way, my child.
;Iae: To change is not the same as losing one's way. All things must grow.
;Keruziel: Nor does change mean finding one's way.
;Iae: Look into me, and tell me what you find.
Instead of a vision, the screen shows only Iae's eyes - luminescent blue, and yet with a flatness that cannot be penetrated. In the corner of her eyes is a reflection of Keruziel, her flames small and dim amidst the unbroken azure. They seem to swell to swallow up the camera.
;Keruziel: Suffering.
;Iae: A lifetime's worth. I fear no punishment, Keruziel.
;Keruziel: You speak truth to me, but lie to your friends.
;Iae: This is a dream. I will wake to reality again, and they will be gone.
;Keruziel: I give you no punishment, Iae Kallinar.
Keruziel kneels to place her hand on Iae's forehead. The Lalafell does not flinch, but now it is she that is overwhelmed by Keruziel's presence. There is nothing of gentleness in the gesture.
;Keruziel: I give you remembrance. Remember your happiness, and dwell on what you have now. Let the eyes of happiness watch you, and be your judge.
:You will not forget.	
==Iocus==
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Iocus's scene is triggered by examining a specific epitaph.''
;Iocus: "Prostrate thyself, lest you meet her eyes"
;Keruziel: And my eyes see all sin.
Iocus strides toward the largest statue of Keruziel and breaks into an exaggerated bow.
;Iocus: Does this strike your fancy, then? No? Hold on, let me try again...
Embers begin weeping from the statue's eyes as Keruziel descends, flames illuminating everything but her face.
;Keruziel: You have come here seeking my judgment. Why do you now cower?
;Iocus: Oh, I am not afraid. What good's a performance without someone to critique it?
;Keruziel: There can be no absolution for one who sees sin as art.
Iocus cocks his head to the side, exaggerating confusion.
;Iocus: Oh? How peculiar. Not even for one who sees the beauty in tragedy? The liberation in predestination? I am only who I was fated to be.
;Keruziel: Do you think you are above consequences?
;Iocus: If I'm not, then a lot of my choices certainly become questionable. Good thing I can change those choices.
;Keruziel: From here, you cannot. 
;Iocus: Oh, right, the dream...
;Keruziel: Even if you were to undo your actions, it would not erase from you the stains of your sin, nor redeem your depraved soul. But I do not judge you, Iocus Melpomene.
;Iocus: You... don't?
Keruziel stares down at him, her eyes now a scathing gold.
;Keruziel: I judge your mask.
Iocus's body suddenly freezes in place, as Keruziel reaches down toward him. He desperately strains against his own muscles, trying to force his hand to touch his mask, trying to push his present self back into the past. Flames dance around him, licking against his flesh and sweat before receding only to approach again. Keruziel's hand is now on his face, its gears trembling and aching, and with a final moment of silence that feels almost eternal, he is broken.	
Iocus's scene is triggered by examining a specific epitaph.''
;Iocus: "Prostrate thyself, lest you meet her eyes"
;Keruziel: And my eyes see all sin.
Iocus strides toward the largest statue of Keruziel and breaks into an exaggerated bow.
;Iocus: Does this strike your fancy, then? No? Hold on, let me try again...
Embers begin weeping from the statue's eyes as Keruziel descends, flames illuminating everything but her face.
;Keruziel: You have come here seeking my judgment. Why do you now cower?
;Iocus: Oh, I am not afraid. What good's a performance without someone to critique it?
;Keruziel: There can be no absolution for one who sees sin as art.
Iocus cocks his head to the side, exaggerating confusion.
;Iocus: Oh? How peculiar. Not even for one who sees the beauty in tragedy? The liberation in predestination? I am only who I was fated to be.
;Keruziel: Do you think you are above consequences?
;Iocus: If I'm not, then a lot of my choices certainly become questionable. Good thing I can change those choices.
;Keruziel: From here, you cannot. 
;Iocus: Oh, right, the dream...
;Keruziel: Even if you were to undo your actions, it would not erase from you the stains of your sin, nor redeem your depraved soul. But I do not judge you, Iocus Melpomene.
;Iocus: You... don't?
Keruziel stares down at him, her eyes now a scathing gold.
;Keruziel: I judge your mask.
Iocus's body suddenly freezes in place, as Keruziel reaches down toward him. He desperately strains against his own muscles, trying to force his hand to touch his mask, trying to push his present self back into the past. Flames dance around him, licking against his flesh and sweat before receding only to approach again. Keruziel's hand is now on his face, its gears trembling and aching, and with a final moment of silence that feels almost eternal, he is broken.	
Iocus's scene is triggered by examining a specific epitaph.''
;Iocus: "Prostrate thyself, lest you meet her eyes"
;Keruziel: And my eyes see all sin.
Iocus strides toward the largest statue of Keruziel and breaks into an exaggerated bow.
;Iocus: Does this strike your fancy, then? No? Hold on, let me try again...
Embers begin weeping from the statue's eyes as Keruziel descends, flames illuminating everything but her face.
;Keruziel: You have come here seeking my judgment. Why do you now cower?
;Iocus: Oh, I am not afraid. What good's a performance without someone to critique it?
;Keruziel: There can be no absolution for one who sees sin as art.
Iocus cocks his head to the side, exaggerating confusion.
;Iocus: Oh? How peculiar. Not even for one who sees the beauty in tragedy? The liberation in predestination? I am only who I was fated to be.
;Keruziel: Do you think you are above consequences?
;Iocus: If I'm not, then a lot of my choices certainly become questionable. Good thing I can change those choices.
;Keruziel: From here, you cannot. 
;Iocus: Oh, right, the dream...
;Keruziel: Even if you were to undo your actions, it would not erase from you the stains of your sin, nor redeem your depraved soul. But I do not judge you, Iocus Melpomene.
;Iocus: You... don't?
Keruziel stares down at him, her eyes now a scathing gold.
;Keruziel: I judge your mask.
Iocus's body suddenly freezes in place, as Keruziel reaches down toward him. He desperately strains against his own muscles, trying to force his hand to touch his mask, trying to push his present self back into the past. Flames dance around him, licking against his flesh and sweat before receding only to approach again. Keruziel's hand is now on his face, its gears trembling and aching, and with a final moment of silence that feels almost eternal, he is broken.	
Iocus's scene is triggered by examining a specific epitaph.''
;Iocus: "Prostrate thyself, lest you meet her eyes"
;Keruziel: And my eyes see all sin.
Iocus strides toward the largest statue of Keruziel and breaks into an exaggerated bow.
;Iocus: Does this strike your fancy, then? No? Hold on, let me try again...
Embers begin weeping from the statue's eyes as Keruziel descends, flames illuminating everything but her face.
;Keruziel: You have come here seeking my judgment. Why do you now cower?
;Iocus: Oh, I am not afraid. What good's a performance without someone to critique it?
;Keruziel: There can be no absolution for one who sees sin as art.
Iocus cocks his head to the side, exaggerating confusion.
;Iocus: Oh? How peculiar. Not even for one who sees the beauty in tragedy? The liberation in predestination? I am only who I was fated to be.
;Keruziel: Do you think you are above consequences?
;Iocus: If I'm not, then a lot of my choices certainly become questionable. Good thing I can change those choices.
;Keruziel: From here, you cannot. 
;Iocus: Oh, right, the dream...
;Keruziel: Even if you were to undo your actions, it would not erase from you the stains of your sin, nor redeem your depraved soul. But I do not judge you, Iocus Melpomene.
;Iocus: You... don't?
Keruziel stares down at him, her eyes now a scathing gold.
;Keruziel: I judge your mask.
Iocus's body suddenly freezes in place, as Keruziel reaches down toward him. He desperately strains against his own muscles, trying to force his hand to touch his mask, trying to push his present self back into the past. Flames dance around him, licking against his flesh and sweat before receding only to approach again. Keruziel's hand is now on his face, its gears trembling and aching, and with a final moment of silence that feels almost eternal, he is broken.	
Iocus's scene is triggered by examining a specific epitaph.''
;Iocus: "Prostrate thyself, lest you meet her eyes"
;Keruziel: And my eyes see all sin.
Iocus strides toward the largest statue of Keruziel and breaks into an exaggerated bow.
;Iocus: Does this strike your fancy, then? No? Hold on, let me try again...
Embers begin weeping from the statue's eyes as Keruziel descends, flames illuminating everything but her face.
;Keruziel: You have come here seeking my judgment. Why do you now cower?
;Iocus: Oh, I am not afraid. What good's a performance without someone to critique it?
;Keruziel: There can be no absolution for one who sees sin as art.
Iocus cocks his head to the side, exaggerating confusion.
;Iocus: Oh? How peculiar. Not even for one who sees the beauty in tragedy? The liberation in predestination? I am only who I was fated to be.
;Keruziel: Do you think you are above consequences?
;Iocus: If I'm not, then a lot of my choices certainly become questionable. Good thing I can change those choices.
;Keruziel: From here, you cannot. 
;Iocus: Oh, right, the dream...
;Keruziel: Even if you were to undo your actions, it would not erase from you the stains of your sin, nor redeem your depraved soul. But I do not judge you, Iocus Melpomene.
;Iocus: You... don't?
Keruziel stares down at him, her eyes now a scathing gold.
;Keruziel: I judge your mask.
Iocus's body suddenly freezes in place, as Keruziel reaches down toward him. He desperately strains against his own muscles, trying to force his hand to touch his mask, trying to push his present self back into the past. Flames dance around him, licking against his flesh and sweat before receding only to approach again. Keruziel's hand is now on his face, its gears trembling and aching, and with a final moment of silence that feels almost eternal, he is broken.	
Iocus's scene is triggered by examining a specific epitaph.''
;Iocus: "Prostrate thyself, lest you meet her eyes"
;Keruziel: And my eyes see all sin.
Iocus strides toward the largest statue of Keruziel and breaks into an exaggerated bow.
;Iocus: Does this strike your fancy, then? No? Hold on, let me try again...
Embers begin weeping from the statue's eyes as Keruziel descends, flames illuminating everything but her face.
;Keruziel: You have come here seeking my judgment. Why do you now cower?
;Iocus: Oh, I am not afraid. What good's a performance without someone to critique it?
;Keruziel: There can be no absolution for one who sees sin as art.
Iocus cocks his head to the side, exaggerating confusion.
;Iocus: Oh? How peculiar. Not even for one who sees the beauty in tragedy? The liberation in predestination? I am only who I was fated to be.
;Keruziel: Do you think you are above consequences?
;Iocus: If I'm not, then a lot of my choices certainly become questionable. Good thing I can change those choices.
;Keruziel: From here, you cannot. 
;Iocus: Oh, right, the dream...
;Keruziel: Even if you were to undo your actions, it would not erase from you the stains of your sin, nor redeem your depraved soul. But I do not judge you, Iocus Melpomene.
;Iocus: You... don't?
Keruziel stares down at him, her eyes now a scathing gold.
;Keruziel: I judge your mask.
Iocus's body suddenly freezes in place, as Keruziel reaches down toward him. He desperately strains against his own muscles, trying to force his hand to touch his mask, trying to push his present self back into the past. Flames dance around him, licking against his flesh and sweat before receding only to approach again. Keruziel's hand is now on his face, its gears trembling and aching, and with a final moment of silence that feels almost eternal, he is broken.	
Iocus's scene is triggered by examining a specific epitaph.''
;Iocus: "Prostrate thyself, lest you meet her eyes"
;Keruziel: And my eyes see all sin.
Iocus strides toward the largest statue of Keruziel and breaks into an exaggerated bow.
;Iocus: Does this strike your fancy, then? No? Hold on, let me try again...
Embers begin weeping from the statue's eyes as Keruziel descends, flames illuminating everything but her face.
;Keruziel: You have come here seeking my judgment. Why do you now cower?
;Iocus: Oh, I am not afraid. What good's a performance without someone to critique it?
;Keruziel: There can be no absolution for one who sees sin as art.
Iocus cocks his head to the side, exaggerating confusion.
;Iocus: Oh? How peculiar. Not even for one who sees the beauty in tragedy? The liberation in predestination? I am only who I was fated to be.
;Keruziel: Do you think you are above consequences?
;Iocus: If I'm not, then a lot of my choices certainly become questionable. Good thing I can change those choices.
;Keruziel: From here, you cannot. 
;Iocus: Oh, right, the dream...
;Keruziel: Even if you were to undo your actions, it would not erase from you the stains of your sin, nor redeem your depraved soul. But I do not judge you, Iocus Melpomene.
;Iocus: You... don't?
Keruziel stares down at him, her eyes now a scathing gold.
;Keruziel: I judge your mask.
Iocus's body suddenly freezes in place, as Keruziel reaches down toward him. He desperately strains against his own muscles, trying to force his hand to touch his mask, trying to push his present self back into the past. Flames dance around him, licking against his flesh and sweat before receding only to approach again. Keruziel's hand is now on his face, its gears trembling and aching, and with a final moment of silence that feels almost eternal, he is broken.	
==Julian==
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Keruziel will intercept Julian if he makes it more than 50% of the way between the boundary of her Domain and the Temple.
;Keruziel: What do you seek, child?
;Julian: Judgement.
;Keruziel: You have found her.
;Julian: I would walk through her flames to the core.
;Keruziel: Arrogance.
;Julian: I could not act unless I believed in the righteousness of my cause. 
:Will you walk with me?
;Keruziel: None pass through the flames unscathed. But I will walk with you.
In silence, they walk into the central chamber of the Temple of the Eclipse. Julian gives Keruziel a sharp bow.
;Julian: I must express my admiration of you. Will you teach me?
;Keruziel: Knowledge is not my gift.
:Nor is silence. Ask.
;Julian: I wish to look into your mind.
Keruziel gazes at Julian for a long time. It is impossible to know what is behind that blank stare. Finally, she gives a single nod.
Flame. That is all Julian can see. It is all that he can hear, feel, taste. Flame, and the knowledge that there is nothing that matters in this world but the call of righteousness, a call like the only song he has ever heard and ever sung, the song that made him, the song he sung with his sisters as they brought with them the grace of God that is redemption, but they are all gone, and there is nothing left but flame and justice and Keruziel-
The flames fade. Julian kneels on the floor before her feet.
;Keruziel: Your gift is a small shadow of my own. I will judge if you have used it with wisdom and grace.
There had been a family. Not much of one - more the broken remnants that were left after a family had been shattered. A grandfather, trying to be younger than he was, a girl not yet a mother, a boy little older than a babe. They had fled from a place that was not exactly wartorn, not precisely starved, not quite in pandemic - simply suffering the realities of "too", too much conflict, too little food, too little choice. Economic migrants, in other words, Julian had thought, as he calmly rifled through the pitiful images they had of home. It wasn't their fault. They would never be able to understand the bigger picture, why he had to split them up: grandfather back home, children to separate foster carers. An unfortunate example that had to be made, for the galaxy would fall apart if uncontrolled migration between sectors was permitted.
There had been a young woman, who had spat at his face when he had proclaimed her full name and the charges against it. The spittle hit his mask, and he could see reflected in her eyes the sick gleam of it, how it clung to and marred the perfect surface. It meant nothing, less vile than the pathetic insults she was hurling at him in her mind. In the same detached, precise tones, he added battery against an officer to the maximum sentence for theft to her charges. She was not much older than a girl, but she would be a woman by the time she had left prison. Perhaps she would have matured by then.
There had been a man who was not yet a murderer. Five non-fatal stabbings, three aggravated assaults during burglaries, eight muggings. Julian had looked in his mind and found only the petty, base greed of a brute who craved nothing but his own immediate desires. Not the mindset of a murderer, no, nor the cleverness, but he told himself as he locked the man away, it was only a matter of time.
Every mind, open to him. They were all so simple to read, so predictable in their unworthiness. To punish them was a catharsis he deserved: like burning away rubbish.
;Julian: They deserved it. T-hey de-served...
His mask has fallen from his face. Keruziel reaches out a hand to coldly cradle his chin. 
;Keruziel: It is not your fault, child. How difficult it is to know the balance between mercy and judgement when one has no light to guide your way. But do not fear now. I am with you now...
Keruziel's voice fades as the screen focuses on Julian's mask, lying forgotten on the ground.	
Keruziel will intercept Julian if he makes it more than 50% of the way between the boundary of her Domain and the Temple.
;Keruziel: What do you seek, child?
;Julian: Judgement.
;Keruziel: You have found her.
;Julian: I would walk through her flames to the core.
;Keruziel: Arrogance.
;Julian: I could not act unless I believed in the righteousness of my cause. 
:Will you walk with me?
;Keruziel: None pass through the flames unscathed. But I will walk with you.
In silence, they walk into the central chamber of the Temple of the Eclipse. Julian gives Keruziel a sharp bow.
;Julian: I must express my admiration of you. Will you teach me?
;Keruziel: Knowledge is not my gift.
:Nor is silence. Ask.
;Julian: I wish to look into your mind.
Keruziel gazes at Julian for a long time. It is impossible to know what is behind that blank stare. Finally, she gives a single nod.
Flame. That is all Julian can see. It is all that he can hear, feel, taste. Flame, and the knowledge that there is nothing that matters in this world but the call of righteousness, a call like the only song he has ever heard and ever sung, the song that made him, the song he sung with his sisters as they brought with them the grace of God that is redemption, but they are all gone, and there is nothing left but flame and justice and Keruziel-
The flames fade. Julian kneels on the floor before her feet.
;Keruziel: Your gift is a small shadow of my own. I will judge if you have used it with wisdom and grace.
There had been a family. Not much of one - more the broken remnants that were left after a family had been shattered. A grandfather, trying to be younger than he was, a girl not yet a mother, a boy little older than a babe. They had fled from a place that was not exactly wartorn, not precisely starved, not quite in pandemic - simply suffering the realities of "too", too much conflict, too little food, too little choice. Economic migrants, in other words, Julian had thought, as he calmly rifled through the pitiful images they had of home. It wasn't their fault. They would never be able to understand the bigger picture, why he had to split them up: grandfather back home, children to separate foster carers. An unfortunate example that had to be made, for the galaxy would fall apart if uncontrolled migration between sectors was permitted.
There had been a young woman, who had spat at his face when he had proclaimed her full name and the charges against it. The spittle hit his mask, and he could see reflected in her eyes the sick gleam of it, how it clung to and marred the perfect surface. It meant nothing, less vile than the pathetic insults she was hurling at him in her mind. In the same detached, precise tones, he added battery against an officer to the maximum sentence for theft to her charges. She was not much older than a girl, but she would be a woman by the time she had left prison. Perhaps she would have matured by then.
There had been a man who was not yet a murderer. Five non-fatal stabbings, three aggravated assaults during burglaries, eight muggings. Julian had looked in his mind and found only the petty, base greed of a brute who craved nothing but his own immediate desires. Not the mindset of a murderer, no, nor the cleverness, but he told himself as he locked the man away, it was only a matter of time.
Every mind, open to him. They were all so simple to read, so predictable in their unworthiness. To punish them was a catharsis he deserved: like burning away rubbish.
;Julian: They deserved it. T-hey de-served...
His mask has fallen from his face. Keruziel reaches out a hand to coldly cradle his chin. 
;Keruziel: It is not your fault, child. How difficult it is to know the balance between mercy and judgement when one has no light to guide your way. But do not fear now. I am with you now...
Keruziel's voice fades as the screen focuses on Julian's mask, lying forgotten on the ground.	
Keruziel will intercept Julian if he makes it more than 50% of the way between the boundary of her Domain and the Temple.
;Keruziel: What do you seek, child?
;Julian: Judgement.
;Keruziel: You have found her.
;Julian: I would walk through her flames to the core.
;Keruziel: Arrogance.
;Julian: I could not act unless I believed in the righteousness of my cause. 
:Will you walk with me?
;Keruziel: None pass through the flames unscathed. But I will walk with you.
In silence, they walk into the central chamber of the Temple of the Eclipse. Julian gives Keruziel a sharp bow.
;Julian: I must express my admiration of you. Will you teach me?
;Keruziel: Knowledge is not my gift.
:Nor is silence. Ask.
;Julian: I wish to look into your mind.
Keruziel gazes at Julian for a long time. It is impossible to know what is behind that blank stare. Finally, she gives a single nod.
Flame. That is all Julian can see. It is all that he can hear, feel, taste. Flame, and the knowledge that there is nothing that matters in this world but the call of righteousness, a call like the only song he has ever heard and ever sung, the song that made him, the song he sung with his sisters as they brought with them the grace of God that is redemption, but they are all gone, and there is nothing left but flame and justice and Keruziel-
The flames fade. Julian kneels on the floor before her feet.
;Keruziel: Your gift is a small shadow of my own. I will judge if you have used it with wisdom and grace.
There had been a family. Not much of one - more the broken remnants that were left after a family had been shattered. A grandfather, trying to be younger than he was, a girl not yet a mother, a boy little older than a babe. They had fled from a place that was not exactly wartorn, not precisely starved, not quite in pandemic - simply suffering the realities of "too", too much conflict, too little food, too little choice. Economic migrants, in other words, Julian had thought, as he calmly rifled through the pitiful images they had of home. It wasn't their fault. They would never be able to understand the bigger picture, why he had to split them up: grandfather back home, children to separate foster carers. An unfortunate example that had to be made, for the galaxy would fall apart if uncontrolled migration between sectors was permitted.
There had been a young woman, who had spat at his face when he had proclaimed her full name and the charges against it. The spittle hit his mask, and he could see reflected in her eyes the sick gleam of it, how it clung to and marred the perfect surface. It meant nothing, less vile than the pathetic insults she was hurling at him in her mind. In the same detached, precise tones, he added battery against an officer to the maximum sentence for theft to her charges. She was not much older than a girl, but she would be a woman by the time she had left prison. Perhaps she would have matured by then.
There had been a man who was not yet a murderer. Five non-fatal stabbings, three aggravated assaults during burglaries, eight muggings. Julian had looked in his mind and found only the petty, base greed of a brute who craved nothing but his own immediate desires. Not the mindset of a murderer, no, nor the cleverness, but he told himself as he locked the man away, it was only a matter of time.
Every mind, open to him. They were all so simple to read, so predictable in their unworthiness. To punish them was a catharsis he deserved: like burning away rubbish.
;Julian: They deserved it. T-hey de-served...
His mask has fallen from his face. Keruziel reaches out a hand to coldly cradle his chin. 
;Keruziel: It is not your fault, child. How difficult it is to know the balance between mercy and judgement when one has no light to guide your way. But do not fear now. I am with you now...
Keruziel's voice fades as the screen focuses on Julian's mask, lying forgotten on the ground.	
Keruziel will intercept Julian if he makes it more than 50% of the way between the boundary of her Domain and the Temple.
;Keruziel: What do you seek, child?
;Julian: Judgement.
;Keruziel: You have found her.
;Julian: I would walk through her flames to the core.
;Keruziel: Arrogance.
;Julian: I could not act unless I believed in the righteousness of my cause. 
:Will you walk with me?
;Keruziel: None pass through the flames unscathed. But I will walk with you.
In silence, they walk into the central chamber of the Temple of the Eclipse. Julian gives Keruziel a sharp bow.
;Julian: I must express my admiration of you. Will you teach me?
;Keruziel: Knowledge is not my gift.
:Nor is silence. Ask.
;Julian: I wish to look into your mind.
Keruziel gazes at Julian for a long time. It is impossible to know what is behind that blank stare. Finally, she gives a single nod.
Flame. That is all Julian can see. It is all that he can hear, feel, taste. Flame, and the knowledge that there is nothing that matters in this world but the call of righteousness, a call like the only song he has ever heard and ever sung, the song that made him, the song he sung with his sisters as they brought with them the grace of God that is redemption, but they are all gone, and there is nothing left but flame and justice and Keruziel-
The flames fade. Julian kneels on the floor before her feet.
;Keruziel: Your gift is a small shadow of my own. I will judge if you have used it with wisdom and grace.
There had been a family. Not much of one - more the broken remnants that were left after a family had been shattered. A grandfather, trying to be younger than he was, a girl not yet a mother, a boy little older than a babe. They had fled from a place that was not exactly wartorn, not precisely starved, not quite in pandemic - simply suffering the realities of "too", too much conflict, too little food, too little choice. Economic migrants, in other words, Julian had thought, as he calmly rifled through the pitiful images they had of home. It wasn't their fault. They would never be able to understand the bigger picture, why he had to split them up: grandfather back home, children to separate foster carers. An unfortunate example that had to be made, for the galaxy would fall apart if uncontrolled migration between sectors was permitted.
There had been a young woman, who had spat at his face when he had proclaimed her full name and the charges against it. The spittle hit his mask, and he could see reflected in her eyes the sick gleam of it, how it clung to and marred the perfect surface. It meant nothing, less vile than the pathetic insults she was hurling at him in her mind. In the same detached, precise tones, he added battery against an officer to the maximum sentence for theft to her charges. She was not much older than a girl, but she would be a woman by the time she had left prison. Perhaps she would have matured by then.
There had been a man who was not yet a murderer. Five non-fatal stabbings, three aggravated assaults during burglaries, eight muggings. Julian had looked in his mind and found only the petty, base greed of a brute who craved nothing but his own immediate desires. Not the mindset of a murderer, no, nor the cleverness, but he told himself as he locked the man away, it was only a matter of time.
Every mind, open to him. They were all so simple to read, so predictable in their unworthiness. To punish them was a catharsis he deserved: like burning away rubbish.
;Julian: They deserved it. T-hey de-served...
His mask has fallen from his face. Keruziel reaches out a hand to coldly cradle his chin. 
;Keruziel: It is not your fault, child. How difficult it is to know the balance between mercy and judgement when one has no light to guide your way. But do not fear now. I am with you now...
Keruziel's voice fades as the screen focuses on Julian's mask, lying forgotten on the ground.	
Keruziel will intercept Julian if he makes it more than 50% of the way between the boundary of her Domain and the Temple.
;Keruziel: What do you seek, child?
;Julian: Judgement.
;Keruziel: You have found her.
;Julian: I would walk through her flames to the core.
;Keruziel: Arrogance.
;Julian: I could not act unless I believed in the righteousness of my cause. 
:Will you walk with me?
;Keruziel: None pass through the flames unscathed. But I will walk with you.
In silence, they walk into the central chamber of the Temple of the Eclipse. Julian gives Keruziel a sharp bow.
;Julian: I must express my admiration of you. Will you teach me?
;Keruziel: Knowledge is not my gift.
:Nor is silence. Ask.
;Julian: I wish to look into your mind.
Keruziel gazes at Julian for a long time. It is impossible to know what is behind that blank stare. Finally, she gives a single nod.
Flame. That is all Julian can see. It is all that he can hear, feel, taste. Flame, and the knowledge that there is nothing that matters in this world but the call of righteousness, a call like the only song he has ever heard and ever sung, the song that made him, the song he sung with his sisters as they brought with them the grace of God that is redemption, but they are all gone, and there is nothing left but flame and justice and Keruziel-
The flames fade. Julian kneels on the floor before her feet.
;Keruziel: Your gift is a small shadow of my own. I will judge if you have used it with wisdom and grace.
There had been a family. Not much of one - more the broken remnants that were left after a family had been shattered. A grandfather, trying to be younger than he was, a girl not yet a mother, a boy little older than a babe. They had fled from a place that was not exactly wartorn, not precisely starved, not quite in pandemic - simply suffering the realities of "too", too much conflict, too little food, too little choice. Economic migrants, in other words, Julian had thought, as he calmly rifled through the pitiful images they had of home. It wasn't their fault. They would never be able to understand the bigger picture, why he had to split them up: grandfather back home, children to separate foster carers. An unfortunate example that had to be made, for the galaxy would fall apart if uncontrolled migration between sectors was permitted.
There had been a young woman, who had spat at his face when he had proclaimed her full name and the charges against it. The spittle hit his mask, and he could see reflected in her eyes the sick gleam of it, how it clung to and marred the perfect surface. It meant nothing, less vile than the pathetic insults she was hurling at him in her mind. In the same detached, precise tones, he added battery against an officer to the maximum sentence for theft to her charges. She was not much older than a girl, but she would be a woman by the time she had left prison. Perhaps she would have matured by then.
There had been a man who was not yet a murderer. Five non-fatal stabbings, three aggravated assaults during burglaries, eight muggings. Julian had looked in his mind and found only the petty, base greed of a brute who craved nothing but his own immediate desires. Not the mindset of a murderer, no, nor the cleverness, but he told himself as he locked the man away, it was only a matter of time.
Every mind, open to him. They were all so simple to read, so predictable in their unworthiness. To punish them was a catharsis he deserved: like burning away rubbish.
;Julian: They deserved it. T-hey de-served...
His mask has fallen from his face. Keruziel reaches out a hand to coldly cradle his chin. 
;Keruziel: It is not your fault, child. How difficult it is to know the balance between mercy and judgement when one has no light to guide your way. But do not fear now. I am with you now...
Keruziel's voice fades as the screen focuses on Julian's mask, lying forgotten on the ground.	
Keruziel will intercept Julian if he makes it more than 50% of the way between the boundary of her Domain and the Temple.
;Keruziel: What do you seek, child?
;Julian: Judgement.
;Keruziel: You have found her.
;Julian: I would walk through her flames to the core.
;Keruziel: Arrogance.
;Julian: I could not act unless I believed in the righteousness of my cause. 
:Will you walk with me?
;Keruziel: None pass through the flames unscathed. But I will walk with you.
In silence, they walk into the central chamber of the Temple of the Eclipse. Julian gives Keruziel a sharp bow.
;Julian: I must express my admiration of you. Will you teach me?
;Keruziel: Knowledge is not my gift.
:Nor is silence. Ask.
;Julian: I wish to look into your mind.
Keruziel gazes at Julian for a long time. It is impossible to know what is behind that blank stare. Finally, she gives a single nod.
Flame. That is all Julian can see. It is all that he can hear, feel, taste. Flame, and the knowledge that there is nothing that matters in this world but the call of righteousness, a call like the only song he has ever heard and ever sung, the song that made him, the song he sung with his sisters as they brought with them the grace of God that is redemption, but they are all gone, and there is nothing left but flame and justice and Keruziel-
The flames fade. Julian kneels on the floor before her feet.
;Keruziel: Your gift is a small shadow of my own. I will judge if you have used it with wisdom and grace.
There had been a family. Not much of one - more the broken remnants that were left after a family had been shattered. A grandfather, trying to be younger than he was, a girl not yet a mother, a boy little older than a babe. They had fled from a place that was not exactly wartorn, not precisely starved, not quite in pandemic - simply suffering the realities of "too", too much conflict, too little food, too little choice. Economic migrants, in other words, Julian had thought, as he calmly rifled through the pitiful images they had of home. It wasn't their fault. They would never be able to understand the bigger picture, why he had to split them up: grandfather back home, children to separate foster carers. An unfortunate example that had to be made, for the galaxy would fall apart if uncontrolled migration between sectors was permitted.
There had been a young woman, who had spat at his face when he had proclaimed her full name and the charges against it. The spittle hit his mask, and he could see reflected in her eyes the sick gleam of it, how it clung to and marred the perfect surface. It meant nothing, less vile than the pathetic insults she was hurling at him in her mind. In the same detached, precise tones, he added battery against an officer to the maximum sentence for theft to her charges. She was not much older than a girl, but she would be a woman by the time she had left prison. Perhaps she would have matured by then.
There had been a man who was not yet a murderer. Five non-fatal stabbings, three aggravated assaults during burglaries, eight muggings. Julian had looked in his mind and found only the petty, base greed of a brute who craved nothing but his own immediate desires. Not the mindset of a murderer, no, nor the cleverness, but he told himself as he locked the man away, it was only a matter of time.
Every mind, open to him. They were all so simple to read, so predictable in their unworthiness. To punish them was a catharsis he deserved: like burning away rubbish.
;Julian: They deserved it. T-hey de-served...
His mask has fallen from his face. Keruziel reaches out a hand to coldly cradle his chin. 
;Keruziel: It is not your fault, child. How difficult it is to know the balance between mercy and judgement when one has no light to guide your way. But do not fear now. I am with you now...
Keruziel's voice fades as the screen focuses on Julian's mask, lying forgotten on the ground.	
Keruziel will intercept Julian if he makes it more than 50% of the way between the boundary of her Domain and the Temple.
;Keruziel: What do you seek, child?
;Julian: Judgement.
;Keruziel: You have found her.
;Julian: I would walk through her flames to the core.
;Keruziel: Arrogance.
;Julian: I could not act unless I believed in the righteousness of my cause. 
:Will you walk with me?
;Keruziel: None pass through the flames unscathed. But I will walk with you.
In silence, they walk into the central chamber of the Temple of the Eclipse. Julian gives Keruziel a sharp bow.
;Julian: I must express my admiration of you. Will you teach me?
;Keruziel: Knowledge is not my gift.
:Nor is silence. Ask.
;Julian: I wish to look into your mind.
Keruziel gazes at Julian for a long time. It is impossible to know what is behind that blank stare. Finally, she gives a single nod.
Flame. That is all Julian can see. It is all that he can hear, feel, taste. Flame, and the knowledge that there is nothing that matters in this world but the call of righteousness, a call like the only song he has ever heard and ever sung, the song that made him, the song he sung with his sisters as they brought with them the grace of God that is redemption, but they are all gone, and there is nothing left but flame and justice and Keruziel-
The flames fade. Julian kneels on the floor before her feet.
;Keruziel: Your gift is a small shadow of my own. I will judge if you have used it with wisdom and grace.
There had been a family. Not much of one - more the broken remnants that were left after a family had been shattered. A grandfather, trying to be younger than he was, a girl not yet a mother, a boy little older than a babe. They had fled from a place that was not exactly wartorn, not precisely starved, not quite in pandemic - simply suffering the realities of "too", too much conflict, too little food, too little choice. Economic migrants, in other words, Julian had thought, as he calmly rifled through the pitiful images they had of home. It wasn't their fault. They would never be able to understand the bigger picture, why he had to split them up: grandfather back home, children to separate foster carers. An unfortunate example that had to be made, for the galaxy would fall apart if uncontrolled migration between sectors was permitted.
There had been a young woman, who had spat at his face when he had proclaimed her full name and the charges against it. The spittle hit his mask, and he could see reflected in her eyes the sick gleam of it, how it clung to and marred the perfect surface. It meant nothing, less vile than the pathetic insults she was hurling at him in her mind. In the same detached, precise tones, he added battery against an officer to the maximum sentence for theft to her charges. She was not much older than a girl, but she would be a woman by the time she had left prison. Perhaps she would have matured by then.
There had been a man who was not yet a murderer. Five non-fatal stabbings, three aggravated assaults during burglaries, eight muggings. Julian had looked in his mind and found only the petty, base greed of a brute who craved nothing but his own immediate desires. Not the mindset of a murderer, no, nor the cleverness, but he told himself as he locked the man away, it was only a matter of time.
Every mind, open to him. They were all so simple to read, so predictable in their unworthiness. To punish them was a catharsis he deserved: like burning away rubbish.
;Julian: They deserved it. T-hey de-served...
His mask has fallen from his face. Keruziel reaches out a hand to coldly cradle his chin. 
;Keruziel: It is not your fault, child. How difficult it is to know the balance between mercy and judgement when one has no light to guide your way. But do not fear now. I am with you now...
Keruziel's voice fades as the screen focuses on Julian's mask, lying forgotten on the ground.	
==Kaeber==
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Kaeber scene triggered while examining a specific epitaph.
;Kaeber: "Your flame is love..."
;Keruziel: What would you know of love?
Kaeber turns around to see Keruziel, giving her the same cocky grin he'd give anyone else.
;Kaeber: And hello to you too, miss...?
Keruziel stares down at Kaeber, refusing the question. Kaeber's grin fades after a moment of silence. He sighs before turning back to the frieze he was quoting.
;Kaeber: I know that it's a powerful motivator. That's why this piece attracts me so. It reminds me of what I strive for in this world.
;Keruziel: Love? Or obsession?
Kaeber glares back, but quickly relaxes himself.
;Kaeber: I see. You must be the ruler of this domain. My name is-
;Keruziel: I know who you are, Gerard. 
;Kaeber: Then again, if I may, what is your name?
;Keruziel: Answer my question, and I'll answer yours.
;Kaeber: I don't understand the question. What I do is driven by love, but with the goal of self improvement.
;Keruziel: And if you hadn't that love?
;Kaeber: Didn't we agree on a question for a question?
;Keruziel: You asked two questions. Even if they were fundamentally the same, that means I get to ask two questions.
Kaeber laughs, shrugs, and shakes his head. He nods while taking a deep breath, thinking deeply into the question.
;Kaeber: If I may be so arrogant, I take it you know who it is I speak of?
;Keruziel: Of course I do. That's three questions.
;Kaeber: Fair. Before I met Grace, I cared not for anything like what I do now. All that mattered were my duties under House Kaeber. The only thing that I cared about beyond that were daily necessities, maintaining my combat abilities, and caring for Kaeber-Ros. It was... a pitiful, shallow life. It could be argued one where I was hardly a man so much as a tool within the employ of my kingdom.
;Keruziel: Then you put all faith in yourself unto others.
;Kaeber: For a time, yes. To my King, and to Kaeber-Ros. Or... are you inferring that I am now simply doing the same for Grace?
;Keruziel: You continue to ask questions while still dodging one of mine. 
;Kaeber: It is because I don't know how to answer the question. I've given it some thought, yes, but is love truly such a bad thing?
;Keruziel: To mistake love for obsession is not unlike mistaking revenge for justice. Both are equally self destructive, and both are easy when blind to your true emotions.
;Kaeber: I'll admit, emotional intelligence was never my strong suit. But then again, neither was playing word games with authority.
;Keruziel: I'm not the one playing word games. 
Kaeber growls in frustration before getting a confused look.
;Keruziel: Kaeber-Ros knows better than to interfere. Nothing I do will directly harm the host, so it needn't get involved.
;Kaeber: You... can hear him?
;Keruziel: Are you truly surprised?
;Kaeber: I... suppose not, no. I'm just not used to other people being able to hear him. Then again, the rulers of each domain are like gods here.
;Keruziel: Perhaps. More so than your Kaeber-Ros, at the very least.
;Kaeber: And yet you let a demon and his host into your sacred kingdom.
;Keruziel: Some choose to face their judgement head on. A commendable act, though on its own one that won't lead to absolution.
;Kaeber: So then, what judgement shall befall someone who is a knowing sinner?
;Keruziel: A way to find the answer to my question. I shall erase the memories of the one you claim to love.
A shocked look darts along Kaeber's face, before turning into one of anger. He backs away and draws his pistols upon the Summon. Keruziel lowers her staff towards Kaeber all the while.
;Kaeber: Don't you goddamn dare. No harm shall befall her!
;Keruziel: Even though she is not even here to grant you the affection you desire?
Kaeber ignores her words, shooting the angel with his guns. Kaeber-Ros' refusal to help causes the bullets to land harmlessly upon her dress. He backs into a wall, smacking the staff away with his forearm, only to have the angel touch his forehead with her other hand. 
;Kaeber: I'm sorry, Grace... I've failed...
Kaeber then goes unconscious, his last thoughts desperately gripping onto that which quickly escapes his mind.	
Kaeber scene triggered while examining a specific epitaph.
;Kaeber: "Your flame is love..."
;Keruziel: What would you know of love?
Kaeber turns around to see Keruziel, giving her the same cocky grin he'd give anyone else.
;Kaeber: And hello to you too, miss...?
Keruziel stares down at Kaeber, refusing the question. Kaeber's grin fades after a moment of silence. He sighs before turning back to the frieze he was quoting.
;Kaeber: I know that it's a powerful motivator. That's why this piece attracts me so. It reminds me of what I strive for in this world.
;Keruziel: Love? Or obsession?
Kaeber glares back, but quickly relaxes himself.
;Kaeber: I see. You must be the ruler of this domain. My name is-
;Keruziel: I know who you are, Gerard. 
;Kaeber: Then again, if I may, what is your name?
;Keruziel: Answer my question, and I'll answer yours.
;Kaeber: I don't understand the question. What I do is driven by love, but with the goal of self improvement.
;Keruziel: And if you hadn't that love?
;Kaeber: Didn't we agree on a question for a question?
;Keruziel: You asked two questions. Even if they were fundamentally the same, that means I get to ask two questions.
Kaeber laughs, shrugs, and shakes his head. He nods while taking a deep breath, thinking deeply into the question.
;Kaeber: If I may be so arrogant, I take it you know who it is I speak of?
;Keruziel: Of course I do. That's three questions.
;Kaeber: Fair. Before I met Grace, I cared not for anything like what I do now. All that mattered were my duties under House Kaeber. The only thing that I cared about beyond that were daily necessities, maintaining my combat abilities, and caring for Kaeber-Ros. It was... a pitiful, shallow life. It could be argued one where I was hardly a man so much as a tool within the employ of my kingdom.
;Keruziel: Then you put all faith in yourself unto others.
;Kaeber: For a time, yes. To my King, and to Kaeber-Ros. Or... are you inferring that I am now simply doing the same for Grace?
;Keruziel: You continue to ask questions while still dodging one of mine. 
;Kaeber: It is because I don't know how to answer the question. I've given it some thought, yes, but is love truly such a bad thing?
;Keruziel: To mistake love for obsession is not unlike mistaking revenge for justice. Both are equally self destructive, and both are easy when blind to your true emotions.
;Kaeber: I'll admit, emotional intelligence was never my strong suit. But then again, neither was playing word games with authority.
;Keruziel: I'm not the one playing word games. 
Kaeber growls in frustration before getting a confused look.
;Keruziel: Kaeber-Ros knows better than to interfere. Nothing I do will directly harm the host, so it needn't get involved.
;Kaeber: You... can hear him?
;Keruziel: Are you truly surprised?
;Kaeber: I... suppose not, no. I'm just not used to other people being able to hear him. Then again, the rulers of each domain are like gods here.
;Keruziel: Perhaps. More so than your Kaeber-Ros, at the very least.
;Kaeber: And yet you let a demon and his host into your sacred kingdom.
;Keruziel: Some choose to face their judgement head on. A commendable act, though on its own one that won't lead to absolution.
;Kaeber: So then, what judgement shall befall someone who is a knowing sinner?
;Keruziel: A way to find the answer to my question. I shall erase the memories of the one you claim to love.
A shocked look darts along Kaeber's face, before turning into one of anger. He backs away and draws his pistols upon the Summon. Keruziel lowers her staff towards Kaeber all the while.
;Kaeber: Don't you goddamn dare. No harm shall befall her!
;Keruziel: Even though she is not even here to grant you the affection you desire?
Kaeber ignores her words, shooting the angel with his guns. Kaeber-Ros' refusal to help causes the bullets to land harmlessly upon her dress. He backs into a wall, smacking the staff away with his forearm, only to have the angel touch his forehead with her other hand. 
;Kaeber: I'm sorry, Grace... I've failed...
Kaeber then goes unconscious, his last thoughts desperately gripping onto that which quickly escapes his mind.	
Kaeber scene triggered while examining a specific epitaph.
;Kaeber: "Your flame is love..."
;Keruziel: What would you know of love?
Kaeber turns around to see Keruziel, giving her the same cocky grin he'd give anyone else.
;Kaeber: And hello to you too, miss...?
Keruziel stares down at Kaeber, refusing the question. Kaeber's grin fades after a moment of silence. He sighs before turning back to the frieze he was quoting.
;Kaeber: I know that it's a powerful motivator. That's why this piece attracts me so. It reminds me of what I strive for in this world.
;Keruziel: Love? Or obsession?
Kaeber glares back, but quickly relaxes himself.
;Kaeber: I see. You must be the ruler of this domain. My name is-
;Keruziel: I know who you are, Gerard. 
;Kaeber: Then again, if I may, what is your name?
;Keruziel: Answer my question, and I'll answer yours.
;Kaeber: I don't understand the question. What I do is driven by love, but with the goal of self improvement.
;Keruziel: And if you hadn't that love?
;Kaeber: Didn't we agree on a question for a question?
;Keruziel: You asked two questions. Even if they were fundamentally the same, that means I get to ask two questions.
Kaeber laughs, shrugs, and shakes his head. He nods while taking a deep breath, thinking deeply into the question.
;Kaeber: If I may be so arrogant, I take it you know who it is I speak of?
;Keruziel: Of course I do. That's three questions.
;Kaeber: Fair. Before I met Grace, I cared not for anything like what I do now. All that mattered were my duties under House Kaeber. The only thing that I cared about beyond that were daily necessities, maintaining my combat abilities, and caring for Kaeber-Ros. It was... a pitiful, shallow life. It could be argued one where I was hardly a man so much as a tool within the employ of my kingdom.
;Keruziel: Then you put all faith in yourself unto others.
;Kaeber: For a time, yes. To my King, and to Kaeber-Ros. Or... are you inferring that I am now simply doing the same for Grace?
;Keruziel: You continue to ask questions while still dodging one of mine. 
;Kaeber: It is because I don't know how to answer the question. I've given it some thought, yes, but is love truly such a bad thing?
;Keruziel: To mistake love for obsession is not unlike mistaking revenge for justice. Both are equally self destructive, and both are easy when blind to your true emotions.
;Kaeber: I'll admit, emotional intelligence was never my strong suit. But then again, neither was playing word games with authority.
;Keruziel: I'm not the one playing word games. 
Kaeber growls in frustration before getting a confused look.
;Keruziel: Kaeber-Ros knows better than to interfere. Nothing I do will directly harm the host, so it needn't get involved.
;Kaeber: You... can hear him?
;Keruziel: Are you truly surprised?
;Kaeber: I... suppose not, no. I'm just not used to other people being able to hear him. Then again, the rulers of each domain are like gods here.
;Keruziel: Perhaps. More so than your Kaeber-Ros, at the very least.
;Kaeber: And yet you let a demon and his host into your sacred kingdom.
;Keruziel: Some choose to face their judgement head on. A commendable act, though on its own one that won't lead to absolution.
;Kaeber: So then, what judgement shall befall someone who is a knowing sinner?
;Keruziel: A way to find the answer to my question. I shall erase the memories of the one you claim to love.
A shocked look darts along Kaeber's face, before turning into one of anger. He backs away and draws his pistols upon the Summon. Keruziel lowers her staff towards Kaeber all the while.
;Kaeber: Don't you goddamn dare. No harm shall befall her!
;Keruziel: Even though she is not even here to grant you the affection you desire?
Kaeber ignores her words, shooting the angel with his guns. Kaeber-Ros' refusal to help causes the bullets to land harmlessly upon her dress. He backs into a wall, smacking the staff away with his forearm, only to have the angel touch his forehead with her other hand. 
;Kaeber: I'm sorry, Grace... I've failed...
Kaeber then goes unconscious, his last thoughts desperately gripping onto that which quickly escapes his mind.	
Kaeber scene triggered while examining a specific epitaph.
;Kaeber: "Your flame is love..."
;Keruziel: What would you know of love?
Kaeber turns around to see Keruziel, giving her the same cocky grin he'd give anyone else.
;Kaeber: And hello to you too, miss...?
Keruziel stares down at Kaeber, refusing the question. Kaeber's grin fades after a moment of silence. He sighs before turning back to the frieze he was quoting.
;Kaeber: I know that it's a powerful motivator. That's why this piece attracts me so. It reminds me of what I strive for in this world.
;Keruziel: Love? Or obsession?
Kaeber glares back, but quickly relaxes himself.
;Kaeber: I see. You must be the ruler of this domain. My name is-
;Keruziel: I know who you are, Gerard. 
;Kaeber: Then again, if I may, what is your name?
;Keruziel: Answer my question, and I'll answer yours.
;Kaeber: I don't understand the question. What I do is driven by love, but with the goal of self improvement.
;Keruziel: And if you hadn't that love?
;Kaeber: Didn't we agree on a question for a question?
;Keruziel: You asked two questions. Even if they were fundamentally the same, that means I get to ask two questions.
Kaeber laughs, shrugs, and shakes his head. He nods while taking a deep breath, thinking deeply into the question.
;Kaeber: If I may be so arrogant, I take it you know who it is I speak of?
;Keruziel: Of course I do. That's three questions.
;Kaeber: Fair. Before I met Grace, I cared not for anything like what I do now. All that mattered were my duties under House Kaeber. The only thing that I cared about beyond that were daily necessities, maintaining my combat abilities, and caring for Kaeber-Ros. It was... a pitiful, shallow life. It could be argued one where I was hardly a man so much as a tool within the employ of my kingdom.
;Keruziel: Then you put all faith in yourself unto others.
;Kaeber: For a time, yes. To my King, and to Kaeber-Ros. Or... are you inferring that I am now simply doing the same for Grace?
;Keruziel: You continue to ask questions while still dodging one of mine. 
;Kaeber: It is because I don't know how to answer the question. I've given it some thought, yes, but is love truly such a bad thing?
;Keruziel: To mistake love for obsession is not unlike mistaking revenge for justice. Both are equally self destructive, and both are easy when blind to your true emotions.
;Kaeber: I'll admit, emotional intelligence was never my strong suit. But then again, neither was playing word games with authority.
;Keruziel: I'm not the one playing word games. 
Kaeber growls in frustration before getting a confused look.
;Keruziel: Kaeber-Ros knows better than to interfere. Nothing I do will directly harm the host, so it needn't get involved.
;Kaeber: You... can hear him?
;Keruziel: Are you truly surprised?
;Kaeber: I... suppose not, no. I'm just not used to other people being able to hear him. Then again, the rulers of each domain are like gods here.
;Keruziel: Perhaps. More so than your Kaeber-Ros, at the very least.
;Kaeber: And yet you let a demon and his host into your sacred kingdom.
;Keruziel: Some choose to face their judgement head on. A commendable act, though on its own one that won't lead to absolution.
;Kaeber: So then, what judgement shall befall someone who is a knowing sinner?
;Keruziel: A way to find the answer to my question. I shall erase the memories of the one you claim to love.
A shocked look darts along Kaeber's face, before turning into one of anger. He backs away and draws his pistols upon the Summon. Keruziel lowers her staff towards Kaeber all the while.
;Kaeber: Don't you goddamn dare. No harm shall befall her!
;Keruziel: Even though she is not even here to grant you the affection you desire?
Kaeber ignores her words, shooting the angel with his guns. Kaeber-Ros' refusal to help causes the bullets to land harmlessly upon her dress. He backs into a wall, smacking the staff away with his forearm, only to have the angel touch his forehead with her other hand. 
;Kaeber: I'm sorry, Grace... I've failed...
Kaeber then goes unconscious, his last thoughts desperately gripping onto that which quickly escapes his mind.	
Kaeber scene triggered while examining a specific epitaph.
;Kaeber: "Your flame is love..."
;Keruziel: What would you know of love?
Kaeber turns around to see Keruziel, giving her the same cocky grin he'd give anyone else.
;Kaeber: And hello to you too, miss...?
Keruziel stares down at Kaeber, refusing the question. Kaeber's grin fades after a moment of silence. He sighs before turning back to the frieze he was quoting.
;Kaeber: I know that it's a powerful motivator. That's why this piece attracts me so. It reminds me of what I strive for in this world.
;Keruziel: Love? Or obsession?
Kaeber glares back, but quickly relaxes himself.
;Kaeber: I see. You must be the ruler of this domain. My name is-
;Keruziel: I know who you are, Gerard. 
;Kaeber: Then again, if I may, what is your name?
;Keruziel: Answer my question, and I'll answer yours.
;Kaeber: I don't understand the question. What I do is driven by love, but with the goal of self improvement.
;Keruziel: And if you hadn't that love?
;Kaeber: Didn't we agree on a question for a question?
;Keruziel: You asked two questions. Even if they were fundamentally the same, that means I get to ask two questions.
Kaeber laughs, shrugs, and shakes his head. He nods while taking a deep breath, thinking deeply into the question.
;Kaeber: If I may be so arrogant, I take it you know who it is I speak of?
;Keruziel: Of course I do. That's three questions.
;Kaeber: Fair. Before I met Grace, I cared not for anything like what I do now. All that mattered were my duties under House Kaeber. The only thing that I cared about beyond that were daily necessities, maintaining my combat abilities, and caring for Kaeber-Ros. It was... a pitiful, shallow life. It could be argued one where I was hardly a man so much as a tool within the employ of my kingdom.
;Keruziel: Then you put all faith in yourself unto others.
;Kaeber: For a time, yes. To my King, and to Kaeber-Ros. Or... are you inferring that I am now simply doing the same for Grace?
;Keruziel: You continue to ask questions while still dodging one of mine. 
;Kaeber: It is because I don't know how to answer the question. I've given it some thought, yes, but is love truly such a bad thing?
;Keruziel: To mistake love for obsession is not unlike mistaking revenge for justice. Both are equally self destructive, and both are easy when blind to your true emotions.
;Kaeber: I'll admit, emotional intelligence was never my strong suit. But then again, neither was playing word games with authority.
;Keruziel: I'm not the one playing word games. 
Kaeber growls in frustration before getting a confused look.
;Keruziel: Kaeber-Ros knows better than to interfere. Nothing I do will directly harm the host, so it needn't get involved.
;Kaeber: You... can hear him?
;Keruziel: Are you truly surprised?
;Kaeber: I... suppose not, no. I'm just not used to other people being able to hear him. Then again, the rulers of each domain are like gods here.
;Keruziel: Perhaps. More so than your Kaeber-Ros, at the very least.
;Kaeber: And yet you let a demon and his host into your sacred kingdom.
;Keruziel: Some choose to face their judgement head on. A commendable act, though on its own one that won't lead to absolution.
;Kaeber: So then, what judgement shall befall someone who is a knowing sinner?
;Keruziel: A way to find the answer to my question. I shall erase the memories of the one you claim to love.
A shocked look darts along Kaeber's face, before turning into one of anger. He backs away and draws his pistols upon the Summon. Keruziel lowers her staff towards Kaeber all the while.
;Kaeber: Don't you goddamn dare. No harm shall befall her!
;Keruziel: Even though she is not even here to grant you the affection you desire?
Kaeber ignores her words, shooting the angel with his guns. Kaeber-Ros' refusal to help causes the bullets to land harmlessly upon her dress. He backs into a wall, smacking the staff away with his forearm, only to have the angel touch his forehead with her other hand. 
;Kaeber: I'm sorry, Grace... I've failed...
Kaeber then goes unconscious, his last thoughts desperately gripping onto that which quickly escapes his mind.	
Kaeber scene triggered while examining a specific epitaph.
;Kaeber: "Your flame is love..."
;Keruziel: What would you know of love?
Kaeber turns around to see Keruziel, giving her the same cocky grin he'd give anyone else.
;Kaeber: And hello to you too, miss...?
Keruziel stares down at Kaeber, refusing the question. Kaeber's grin fades after a moment of silence. He sighs before turning back to the frieze he was quoting.
;Kaeber: I know that it's a powerful motivator. That's why this piece attracts me so. It reminds me of what I strive for in this world.
;Keruziel: Love? Or obsession?
Kaeber glares back, but quickly relaxes himself.
;Kaeber: I see. You must be the ruler of this domain. My name is-
;Keruziel: I know who you are, Gerard. 
;Kaeber: Then again, if I may, what is your name?
;Keruziel: Answer my question, and I'll answer yours.
;Kaeber: I don't understand the question. What I do is driven by love, but with the goal of self improvement.
;Keruziel: And if you hadn't that love?
;Kaeber: Didn't we agree on a question for a question?
;Keruziel: You asked two questions. Even if they were fundamentally the same, that means I get to ask two questions.
Kaeber laughs, shrugs, and shakes his head. He nods while taking a deep breath, thinking deeply into the question.
;Kaeber: If I may be so arrogant, I take it you know who it is I speak of?
;Keruziel: Of course I do. That's three questions.
;Kaeber: Fair. Before I met Grace, I cared not for anything like what I do now. All that mattered were my duties under House Kaeber. The only thing that I cared about beyond that were daily necessities, maintaining my combat abilities, and caring for Kaeber-Ros. It was... a pitiful, shallow life. It could be argued one where I was hardly a man so much as a tool within the employ of my kingdom.
;Keruziel: Then you put all faith in yourself unto others.
;Kaeber: For a time, yes. To my King, and to Kaeber-Ros. Or... are you inferring that I am now simply doing the same for Grace?
;Keruziel: You continue to ask questions while still dodging one of mine. 
;Kaeber: It is because I don't know how to answer the question. I've given it some thought, yes, but is love truly such a bad thing?
;Keruziel: To mistake love for obsession is not unlike mistaking revenge for justice. Both are equally self destructive, and both are easy when blind to your true emotions.
;Kaeber: I'll admit, emotional intelligence was never my strong suit. But then again, neither was playing word games with authority.
;Keruziel: I'm not the one playing word games. 
Kaeber growls in frustration before getting a confused look.
;Keruziel: Kaeber-Ros knows better than to interfere. Nothing I do will directly harm the host, so it needn't get involved.
;Kaeber: You... can hear him?
;Keruziel: Are you truly surprised?
;Kaeber: I... suppose not, no. I'm just not used to other people being able to hear him. Then again, the rulers of each domain are like gods here.
;Keruziel: Perhaps. More so than your Kaeber-Ros, at the very least.
;Kaeber: And yet you let a demon and his host into your sacred kingdom.
;Keruziel: Some choose to face their judgement head on. A commendable act, though on its own one that won't lead to absolution.
;Kaeber: So then, what judgement shall befall someone who is a knowing sinner?
;Keruziel: A way to find the answer to my question. I shall erase the memories of the one you claim to love.
A shocked look darts along Kaeber's face, before turning into one of anger. He backs away and draws his pistols upon the Summon. Keruziel lowers her staff towards Kaeber all the while.
;Kaeber: Don't you goddamn dare. No harm shall befall her!
;Keruziel: Even though she is not even here to grant you the affection you desire?
Kaeber ignores her words, shooting the angel with his guns. Kaeber-Ros' refusal to help causes the bullets to land harmlessly upon her dress. He backs into a wall, smacking the staff away with his forearm, only to have the angel touch his forehead with her other hand. 
;Kaeber: I'm sorry, Grace... I've failed...
Kaeber then goes unconscious, his last thoughts desperately gripping onto that which quickly escapes his mind.	
Kaeber scene triggered while examining a specific epitaph.
;Kaeber: "Your flame is love..."
;Keruziel: What would you know of love?
Kaeber turns around to see Keruziel, giving her the same cocky grin he'd give anyone else.
;Kaeber: And hello to you too, miss...?
Keruziel stares down at Kaeber, refusing the question. Kaeber's grin fades after a moment of silence. He sighs before turning back to the frieze he was quoting.
;Kaeber: I know that it's a powerful motivator. That's why this piece attracts me so. It reminds me of what I strive for in this world.
;Keruziel: Love? Or obsession?
Kaeber glares back, but quickly relaxes himself.
;Kaeber: I see. You must be the ruler of this domain. My name is-
;Keruziel: I know who you are, Gerard. 
;Kaeber: Then again, if I may, what is your name?
;Keruziel: Answer my question, and I'll answer yours.
;Kaeber: I don't understand the question. What I do is driven by love, but with the goal of self improvement.
;Keruziel: And if you hadn't that love?
;Kaeber: Didn't we agree on a question for a question?
;Keruziel: You asked two questions. Even if they were fundamentally the same, that means I get to ask two questions.
Kaeber laughs, shrugs, and shakes his head. He nods while taking a deep breath, thinking deeply into the question.
;Kaeber: If I may be so arrogant, I take it you know who it is I speak of?
;Keruziel: Of course I do. That's three questions.
;Kaeber: Fair. Before I met Grace, I cared not for anything like what I do now. All that mattered were my duties under House Kaeber. The only thing that I cared about beyond that were daily necessities, maintaining my combat abilities, and caring for Kaeber-Ros. It was... a pitiful, shallow life. It could be argued one where I was hardly a man so much as a tool within the employ of my kingdom.
;Keruziel: Then you put all faith in yourself unto others.
;Kaeber: For a time, yes. To my King, and to Kaeber-Ros. Or... are you inferring that I am now simply doing the same for Grace?
;Keruziel: You continue to ask questions while still dodging one of mine. 
;Kaeber: It is because I don't know how to answer the question. I've given it some thought, yes, but is love truly such a bad thing?
;Keruziel: To mistake love for obsession is not unlike mistaking revenge for justice. Both are equally self destructive, and both are easy when blind to your true emotions.
;Kaeber: I'll admit, emotional intelligence was never my strong suit. But then again, neither was playing word games with authority.
;Keruziel: I'm not the one playing word games. 
Kaeber growls in frustration before getting a confused look.
;Keruziel: Kaeber-Ros knows better than to interfere. Nothing I do will directly harm the host, so it needn't get involved.
;Kaeber: You... can hear him?
;Keruziel: Are you truly surprised?
;Kaeber: I... suppose not, no. I'm just not used to other people being able to hear him. Then again, the rulers of each domain are like gods here.
;Keruziel: Perhaps. More so than your Kaeber-Ros, at the very least.
;Kaeber: And yet you let a demon and his host into your sacred kingdom.
;Keruziel: Some choose to face their judgement head on. A commendable act, though on its own one that won't lead to absolution.
;Kaeber: So then, what judgement shall befall someone who is a knowing sinner?
;Keruziel: A way to find the answer to my question. I shall erase the memories of the one you claim to love.
A shocked look darts along Kaeber's face, before turning into one of anger. He backs away and draws his pistols upon the Summon. Keruziel lowers her staff towards Kaeber all the while.
;Kaeber: Don't you goddamn dare. No harm shall befall her!
;Keruziel: Even though she is not even here to grant you the affection you desire?
Kaeber ignores her words, shooting the angel with his guns. Kaeber-Ros' refusal to help causes the bullets to land harmlessly upon her dress. He backs into a wall, smacking the staff away with his forearm, only to have the angel touch his forehead with her other hand. 
;Kaeber: I'm sorry, Grace... I've failed...
Kaeber then goes unconscious, his last thoughts desperately gripping onto that which quickly escapes his mind.	
==Kaia==
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Keruziel will appear soon after Kaia enters her domain, descending behind her to cut off the mage's exit. Kaia shrinks back from the flames, holding her cards before her like a shield.
;Keruziel: Do not fear, my child. I am not a mob like you fear.
;Kaia: What is it, then? A trial, a task, a payment? 
;Keruziel: Judgement.
;Kaia: You'll find I've been fair. Every time: a contract offered, a warning proffered.
;Keruziel: I have seen all your "contracts".
;Kaia: Have you? It's rude to sneak looks at a dealer's cards, fufufu.
:And did you find I have always been fair?
;Keruziel: Only to avoid undue punishment.
;Kaia: We can't all afford morals. I'm not a grand lady like you are.
;Keruziel: Then what are you?
;Kaia: A simple fortune teller. A purveyor of gifts, for those who want to pay.
;Keruziel: You truly believe that what you do is a victimless crime?
;Kaia: Not victimless, perhaps, but does that make me evil? I'm a trickster at worse.
The flames surge higher, and Kaia cannot help but flinch until they subside again. Somehow, she finds her nerve - the same nerve that allows her to smile when she plays a game for her life.
;Keruziel: What you are is a predator. You prey on the weak, the vulnerable, enticing them with rewards you know you cannot truly give. Every gift you hold is poisoned. Every future you show, you have already plotted their doom.
;Kaia: Don't you believe in free will? I never force them.
;Keruziel: You despise them. You love to watch them fail, for their lives to gutter out for your own amusement. To see them choke on their own greed.
;Kaia: They deserve it.
;Keruziel: To be victims?
;Kaia: Them? Victims? Don't make me laugh. They wouldn't think twice about burning me if they knew what I was, and you call them the victims?
:You don't understand what it's like for me. All my life I have been tormented for simply having been born. Do you think this is vengeance? Justice? I can't afford such lofty principles. For me, it's simply self-defence. I use what I have to even the field.
:Would you punish a woman for defending herself?
;Keruziel: Then you blame all on the ones who have victimised you? All your faults but a natural reaction to how you were treated? 
;Kaia: I've always dreamed of a normal life...but that is not what was given to me. All I've done is played the hand that was dealt to me.
;Keruziel: Then this judgement will be a blessing for you. Let me take away your torment.
;Kaia: What?
The flames roar closer, hemming Kaia in as Keruziel reaches out to touch her face. Tenderly, the angel brushes the mage's eyepatch, which curls away like a burning petal. Kaia can only tremble as Keruziel rests two fingers on her closed left eye.
;Keruziel: I judge you.
A white flame, so small, almost gentle, but Kaia screams as it dwells on her closed eye, sinking through the skin. When she opens her eyes, there is a brief flare as the glyph that was in her eye burns white. Then it fades to leave nothing but blue.
;Kaia: What did you do? What did you do? My eye! You've taken-
;Keruziel: I have given you what you professed to desire. I have seen that you are familiar with this.
;Kaia: No...no...
;Keruziel: Walk free of the future, Kaia Illiston. Now, you have only yourself to blame.	
Keruziel will appear soon after Kaia enters her domain, descending behind her to cut off the mage's exit. Kaia shrinks back from the flames, holding her cards before her like a shield.
;Keruziel: Do not fear, my child. I am not a mob like you fear.
;Kaia: What is it, then? A trial, a task, a payment? 
;Keruziel: Judgement.
;Kaia: You'll find I've been fair. Every time: a contract offered, a warning proffered.
;Keruziel: I have seen all your "contracts".
;Kaia: Have you? It's rude to sneak looks at a dealer's cards, fufufu.
:And did you find I have always been fair?
;Keruziel: Only to avoid undue punishment.
;Kaia: We can't all afford morals. I'm not a grand lady like you are.
;Keruziel: Then what are you?
;Kaia: A simple fortune teller. A purveyor of gifts, for those who want to pay.
;Keruziel: You truly believe that what you do is a victimless crime?
;Kaia: Not victimless, perhaps, but does that make me evil? I'm a trickster at worse.
The flames surge higher, and Kaia cannot help but flinch until they subside again. Somehow, she finds her nerve - the same nerve that allows her to smile when she plays a game for her life.
;Keruziel: What you are is a predator. You prey on the weak, the vulnerable, enticing them with rewards you know you cannot truly give. Every gift you hold is poisoned. Every future you show, you have already plotted their doom.
;Kaia: Don't you believe in free will? I never force them.
;Keruziel: You despise them. You love to watch them fail, for their lives to gutter out for your own amusement. To see them choke on their own greed.
;Kaia: They deserve it.
;Keruziel: To be victims?
;Kaia: Them? Victims? Don't make me laugh. They wouldn't think twice about burning me if they knew what I was, and you call them the victims?
:You don't understand what it's like for me. All my life I have been tormented for simply having been born. Do you think this is vengeance? Justice? I can't afford such lofty principles. For me, it's simply self-defence. I use what I have to even the field.
:Would you punish a woman for defending herself?
;Keruziel: Then you blame all on the ones who have victimised you? All your faults but a natural reaction to how you were treated? 
;Kaia: I've always dreamed of a normal life...but that is not what was given to me. All I've done is played the hand that was dealt to me.
;Keruziel: Then this judgement will be a blessing for you. Let me take away your torment.
;Kaia: What?
The flames roar closer, hemming Kaia in as Keruziel reaches out to touch her face. Tenderly, the angel brushes the mage's eyepatch, which curls away like a burning petal. Kaia can only tremble as Keruziel rests two fingers on her closed left eye.
;Keruziel: I judge you.
A white flame, so small, almost gentle, but Kaia screams as it dwells on her closed eye, sinking through the skin. When she opens her eyes, there is a brief flare as the glyph that was in her eye burns white. Then it fades to leave nothing but blue.
;Kaia: What did you do? What did you do? My eye! You've taken-
;Keruziel: I have given you what you professed to desire. I have seen that you are familiar with this.
;Kaia: No...no...
;Keruziel: Walk free of the future, Kaia Illiston. Now, you have only yourself to blame.	
Keruziel will appear soon after Kaia enters her domain, descending behind her to cut off the mage's exit. Kaia shrinks back from the flames, holding her cards before her like a shield.
;Keruziel: Do not fear, my child. I am not a mob like you fear.
;Kaia: What is it, then? A trial, a task, a payment? 
;Keruziel: Judgement.
;Kaia: You'll find I've been fair. Every time: a contract offered, a warning proffered.
;Keruziel: I have seen all your "contracts".
;Kaia: Have you? It's rude to sneak looks at a dealer's cards, fufufu.
:And did you find I have always been fair?
;Keruziel: Only to avoid undue punishment.
;Kaia: We can't all afford morals. I'm not a grand lady like you are.
;Keruziel: Then what are you?
;Kaia: A simple fortune teller. A purveyor of gifts, for those who want to pay.
;Keruziel: You truly believe that what you do is a victimless crime?
;Kaia: Not victimless, perhaps, but does that make me evil? I'm a trickster at worse.
The flames surge higher, and Kaia cannot help but flinch until they subside again. Somehow, she finds her nerve - the same nerve that allows her to smile when she plays a game for her life.
;Keruziel: What you are is a predator. You prey on the weak, the vulnerable, enticing them with rewards you know you cannot truly give. Every gift you hold is poisoned. Every future you show, you have already plotted their doom.
;Kaia: Don't you believe in free will? I never force them.
;Keruziel: You despise them. You love to watch them fail, for their lives to gutter out for your own amusement. To see them choke on their own greed.
;Kaia: They deserve it.
;Keruziel: To be victims?
;Kaia: Them? Victims? Don't make me laugh. They wouldn't think twice about burning me if they knew what I was, and you call them the victims?
:You don't understand what it's like for me. All my life I have been tormented for simply having been born. Do you think this is vengeance? Justice? I can't afford such lofty principles. For me, it's simply self-defence. I use what I have to even the field.
:Would you punish a woman for defending herself?
;Keruziel: Then you blame all on the ones who have victimised you? All your faults but a natural reaction to how you were treated? 
;Kaia: I've always dreamed of a normal life...but that is not what was given to me. All I've done is played the hand that was dealt to me.
;Keruziel: Then this judgement will be a blessing for you. Let me take away your torment.
;Kaia: What?
The flames roar closer, hemming Kaia in as Keruziel reaches out to touch her face. Tenderly, the angel brushes the mage's eyepatch, which curls away like a burning petal. Kaia can only tremble as Keruziel rests two fingers on her closed left eye.
;Keruziel: I judge you.
A white flame, so small, almost gentle, but Kaia screams as it dwells on her closed eye, sinking through the skin. When she opens her eyes, there is a brief flare as the glyph that was in her eye burns white. Then it fades to leave nothing but blue.
;Kaia: What did you do? What did you do? My eye! You've taken-
;Keruziel: I have given you what you professed to desire. I have seen that you are familiar with this.
;Kaia: No...no...
;Keruziel: Walk free of the future, Kaia Illiston. Now, you have only yourself to blame.	
Keruziel will appear soon after Kaia enters her domain, descending behind her to cut off the mage's exit. Kaia shrinks back from the flames, holding her cards before her like a shield.
;Keruziel: Do not fear, my child. I am not a mob like you fear.
;Kaia: What is it, then? A trial, a task, a payment? 
;Keruziel: Judgement.
;Kaia: You'll find I've been fair. Every time: a contract offered, a warning proffered.
;Keruziel: I have seen all your "contracts".
;Kaia: Have you? It's rude to sneak looks at a dealer's cards, fufufu.
:And did you find I have always been fair?
;Keruziel: Only to avoid undue punishment.
;Kaia: We can't all afford morals. I'm not a grand lady like you are.
;Keruziel: Then what are you?
;Kaia: A simple fortune teller. A purveyor of gifts, for those who want to pay.
;Keruziel: You truly believe that what you do is a victimless crime?
;Kaia: Not victimless, perhaps, but does that make me evil? I'm a trickster at worse.
The flames surge higher, and Kaia cannot help but flinch until they subside again. Somehow, she finds her nerve - the same nerve that allows her to smile when she plays a game for her life.
;Keruziel: What you are is a predator. You prey on the weak, the vulnerable, enticing them with rewards you know you cannot truly give. Every gift you hold is poisoned. Every future you show, you have already plotted their doom.
;Kaia: Don't you believe in free will? I never force them.
;Keruziel: You despise them. You love to watch them fail, for their lives to gutter out for your own amusement. To see them choke on their own greed.
;Kaia: They deserve it.
;Keruziel: To be victims?
;Kaia: Them? Victims? Don't make me laugh. They wouldn't think twice about burning me if they knew what I was, and you call them the victims?
:You don't understand what it's like for me. All my life I have been tormented for simply having been born. Do you think this is vengeance? Justice? I can't afford such lofty principles. For me, it's simply self-defence. I use what I have to even the field.
:Would you punish a woman for defending herself?
;Keruziel: Then you blame all on the ones who have victimised you? All your faults but a natural reaction to how you were treated? 
;Kaia: I've always dreamed of a normal life...but that is not what was given to me. All I've done is played the hand that was dealt to me.
;Keruziel: Then this judgement will be a blessing for you. Let me take away your torment.
;Kaia: What?
The flames roar closer, hemming Kaia in as Keruziel reaches out to touch her face. Tenderly, the angel brushes the mage's eyepatch, which curls away like a burning petal. Kaia can only tremble as Keruziel rests two fingers on her closed left eye.
;Keruziel: I judge you.
A white flame, so small, almost gentle, but Kaia screams as it dwells on her closed eye, sinking through the skin. When she opens her eyes, there is a brief flare as the glyph that was in her eye burns white. Then it fades to leave nothing but blue.
;Kaia: What did you do? What did you do? My eye! You've taken-
;Keruziel: I have given you what you professed to desire. I have seen that you are familiar with this.
;Kaia: No...no...
;Keruziel: Walk free of the future, Kaia Illiston. Now, you have only yourself to blame.	
Keruziel will appear soon after Kaia enters her domain, descending behind her to cut off the mage's exit. Kaia shrinks back from the flames, holding her cards before her like a shield.
;Keruziel: Do not fear, my child. I am not a mob like you fear.
;Kaia: What is it, then? A trial, a task, a payment? 
;Keruziel: Judgement.
;Kaia: You'll find I've been fair. Every time: a contract offered, a warning proffered.
;Keruziel: I have seen all your "contracts".
;Kaia: Have you? It's rude to sneak looks at a dealer's cards, fufufu.
:And did you find I have always been fair?
;Keruziel: Only to avoid undue punishment.
;Kaia: We can't all afford morals. I'm not a grand lady like you are.
;Keruziel: Then what are you?
;Kaia: A simple fortune teller. A purveyor of gifts, for those who want to pay.
;Keruziel: You truly believe that what you do is a victimless crime?
;Kaia: Not victimless, perhaps, but does that make me evil? I'm a trickster at worse.
The flames surge higher, and Kaia cannot help but flinch until they subside again. Somehow, she finds her nerve - the same nerve that allows her to smile when she plays a game for her life.
;Keruziel: What you are is a predator. You prey on the weak, the vulnerable, enticing them with rewards you know you cannot truly give. Every gift you hold is poisoned. Every future you show, you have already plotted their doom.
;Kaia: Don't you believe in free will? I never force them.
;Keruziel: You despise them. You love to watch them fail, for their lives to gutter out for your own amusement. To see them choke on their own greed.
;Kaia: They deserve it.
;Keruziel: To be victims?
;Kaia: Them? Victims? Don't make me laugh. They wouldn't think twice about burning me if they knew what I was, and you call them the victims?
:You don't understand what it's like for me. All my life I have been tormented for simply having been born. Do you think this is vengeance? Justice? I can't afford such lofty principles. For me, it's simply self-defence. I use what I have to even the field.
:Would you punish a woman for defending herself?
;Keruziel: Then you blame all on the ones who have victimised you? All your faults but a natural reaction to how you were treated? 
;Kaia: I've always dreamed of a normal life...but that is not what was given to me. All I've done is played the hand that was dealt to me.
;Keruziel: Then this judgement will be a blessing for you. Let me take away your torment.
;Kaia: What?
The flames roar closer, hemming Kaia in as Keruziel reaches out to touch her face. Tenderly, the angel brushes the mage's eyepatch, which curls away like a burning petal. Kaia can only tremble as Keruziel rests two fingers on her closed left eye.
;Keruziel: I judge you.
A white flame, so small, almost gentle, but Kaia screams as it dwells on her closed eye, sinking through the skin. When she opens her eyes, there is a brief flare as the glyph that was in her eye burns white. Then it fades to leave nothing but blue.
;Kaia: What did you do? What did you do? My eye! You've taken-
;Keruziel: I have given you what you professed to desire. I have seen that you are familiar with this.
;Kaia: No...no...
;Keruziel: Walk free of the future, Kaia Illiston. Now, you have only yourself to blame.	
Keruziel will appear soon after Kaia enters her domain, descending behind her to cut off the mage's exit. Kaia shrinks back from the flames, holding her cards before her like a shield.
;Keruziel: Do not fear, my child. I am not a mob like you fear.
;Kaia: What is it, then? A trial, a task, a payment? 
;Keruziel: Judgement.
;Kaia: You'll find I've been fair. Every time: a contract offered, a warning proffered.
;Keruziel: I have seen all your "contracts".
;Kaia: Have you? It's rude to sneak looks at a dealer's cards, fufufu.
:And did you find I have always been fair?
;Keruziel: Only to avoid undue punishment.
;Kaia: We can't all afford morals. I'm not a grand lady like you are.
;Keruziel: Then what are you?
;Kaia: A simple fortune teller. A purveyor of gifts, for those who want to pay.
;Keruziel: You truly believe that what you do is a victimless crime?
;Kaia: Not victimless, perhaps, but does that make me evil? I'm a trickster at worse.
The flames surge higher, and Kaia cannot help but flinch until they subside again. Somehow, she finds her nerve - the same nerve that allows her to smile when she plays a game for her life.
;Keruziel: What you are is a predator. You prey on the weak, the vulnerable, enticing them with rewards you know you cannot truly give. Every gift you hold is poisoned. Every future you show, you have already plotted their doom.
;Kaia: Don't you believe in free will? I never force them.
;Keruziel: You despise them. You love to watch them fail, for their lives to gutter out for your own amusement. To see them choke on their own greed.
;Kaia: They deserve it.
;Keruziel: To be victims?
;Kaia: Them? Victims? Don't make me laugh. They wouldn't think twice about burning me if they knew what I was, and you call them the victims?
:You don't understand what it's like for me. All my life I have been tormented for simply having been born. Do you think this is vengeance? Justice? I can't afford such lofty principles. For me, it's simply self-defence. I use what I have to even the field.
:Would you punish a woman for defending herself?
;Keruziel: Then you blame all on the ones who have victimised you? All your faults but a natural reaction to how you were treated? 
;Kaia: I've always dreamed of a normal life...but that is not what was given to me. All I've done is played the hand that was dealt to me.
;Keruziel: Then this judgement will be a blessing for you. Let me take away your torment.
;Kaia: What?
The flames roar closer, hemming Kaia in as Keruziel reaches out to touch her face. Tenderly, the angel brushes the mage's eyepatch, which curls away like a burning petal. Kaia can only tremble as Keruziel rests two fingers on her closed left eye.
;Keruziel: I judge you.
A white flame, so small, almost gentle, but Kaia screams as it dwells on her closed eye, sinking through the skin. When she opens her eyes, there is a brief flare as the glyph that was in her eye burns white. Then it fades to leave nothing but blue.
;Kaia: What did you do? What did you do? My eye! You've taken-
;Keruziel: I have given you what you professed to desire. I have seen that you are familiar with this.
;Kaia: No...no...
;Keruziel: Walk free of the future, Kaia Illiston. Now, you have only yourself to blame.	
Keruziel will appear soon after Kaia enters her domain, descending behind her to cut off the mage's exit. Kaia shrinks back from the flames, holding her cards before her like a shield.
;Keruziel: Do not fear, my child. I am not a mob like you fear.
;Kaia: What is it, then? A trial, a task, a payment? 
;Keruziel: Judgement.
;Kaia: You'll find I've been fair. Every time: a contract offered, a warning proffered.
;Keruziel: I have seen all your "contracts".
;Kaia: Have you? It's rude to sneak looks at a dealer's cards, fufufu.
:And did you find I have always been fair?
;Keruziel: Only to avoid undue punishment.
;Kaia: We can't all afford morals. I'm not a grand lady like you are.
;Keruziel: Then what are you?
;Kaia: A simple fortune teller. A purveyor of gifts, for those who want to pay.
;Keruziel: You truly believe that what you do is a victimless crime?
;Kaia: Not victimless, perhaps, but does that make me evil? I'm a trickster at worse.
The flames surge higher, and Kaia cannot help but flinch until they subside again. Somehow, she finds her nerve - the same nerve that allows her to smile when she plays a game for her life.
;Keruziel: What you are is a predator. You prey on the weak, the vulnerable, enticing them with rewards you know you cannot truly give. Every gift you hold is poisoned. Every future you show, you have already plotted their doom.
;Kaia: Don't you believe in free will? I never force them.
;Keruziel: You despise them. You love to watch them fail, for their lives to gutter out for your own amusement. To see them choke on their own greed.
;Kaia: They deserve it.
;Keruziel: To be victims?
;Kaia: Them? Victims? Don't make me laugh. They wouldn't think twice about burning me if they knew what I was, and you call them the victims?
:You don't understand what it's like for me. All my life I have been tormented for simply having been born. Do you think this is vengeance? Justice? I can't afford such lofty principles. For me, it's simply self-defence. I use what I have to even the field.
:Would you punish a woman for defending herself?
;Keruziel: Then you blame all on the ones who have victimised you? All your faults but a natural reaction to how you were treated? 
;Kaia: I've always dreamed of a normal life...but that is not what was given to me. All I've done is played the hand that was dealt to me.
;Keruziel: Then this judgement will be a blessing for you. Let me take away your torment.
;Kaia: What?
The flames roar closer, hemming Kaia in as Keruziel reaches out to touch her face. Tenderly, the angel brushes the mage's eyepatch, which curls away like a burning petal. Kaia can only tremble as Keruziel rests two fingers on her closed left eye.
;Keruziel: I judge you.
A white flame, so small, almost gentle, but Kaia screams as it dwells on her closed eye, sinking through the skin. When she opens her eyes, there is a brief flare as the glyph that was in her eye burns white. Then it fades to leave nothing but blue.
;Kaia: What did you do? What did you do? My eye! You've taken-
;Keruziel: I have given you what you professed to desire. I have seen that you are familiar with this.
;Kaia: No...no...
;Keruziel: Walk free of the future, Kaia Illiston. Now, you have only yourself to blame.	
==Nam Mo==
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Nam Mo's scene is triggered if she ventures into the central chamber. Keruziel will be standing there, beside her totem.
;Keruziel: Will you let this roof fall?
;Nam Mo: I didn't "let" the roof fall.
;Keruziel: No? That is wise of you to say.
The image of Keruziel and Nam Mo fades in a curtain of flame. It is replaced by another temple, this one painted in joyous reds and oranges. There are monks, nuns and children going about the daily tasks of a temple. The sounds of prayer wheels spinning, soft conversation and the chimes of tiny bells form a whispering background. This susurrus is broken by a deep moan as if the earth itself were groaning, and a crack appears in the grand beam that holds up the roof of the temple...
The image fades suddenly. Nam Mo stares up at Keruziel.
;Nam Mo: It was a different temple. A different time. I was not who I am now.
;Keruziel: Who are you?
;Nam Mo: A nun with compassion. Nothing more.
;Keruziel: And were you not before?
;Nam Mo: ...I am who I am.
;Keruziel: And I am who I am. Even in this realm.
;Nam Mo: All things change...even you. 
:Do you remember who you were before?
;Keruziel: I am judgement.
;Nam Mo: Is there no compassion in judgement?
;Keruziel: Once, there was. But not here.
Keruziel lowers her staff and points it at Nam Mo. White flame wreathes it, and her eyes grow radiant with silvered light.
;Keruziel: Lien Nam Mo. Child of humans, I judge you. I will take no burden from you, no memory that you have wrought into your own mind. I will not take the remorse from your heart. I grant you the freedom to seek your own redemption.
Nam Mo bows her head, hands clasped together.
;Nam Mo: Once, there was. Now, there is none. And in future?
;Keruziel: All things may change.
;Nam Mo: You were watching me, weren't you? When I was in the town. You knew I was here.
;Keruziel: Judgement seeks out some. It waits for others.	
Nam Mo's scene is triggered if she ventures into the central chamber. Keruziel will be standing there, beside her totem.
;Keruziel: Will you let this roof fall?
;Nam Mo: I didn't "let" the roof fall.
;Keruziel: No? That is wise of you to say.
The image of Keruziel and Nam Mo fades in a curtain of flame. It is replaced by another temple, this one painted in joyous reds and oranges. There are monks, nuns and children going about the daily tasks of a temple. The sounds of prayer wheels spinning, soft conversation and the chimes of tiny bells form a whispering background. This susurrus is broken by a deep moan as if the earth itself were groaning, and a crack appears in the grand beam that holds up the roof of the temple...
The image fades suddenly. Nam Mo stares up at Keruziel.
;Nam Mo: It was a different temple. A different time. I was not who I am now.
;Keruziel: Who are you?
;Nam Mo: A nun with compassion. Nothing more.
;Keruziel: And were you not before?
;Nam Mo: ...I am who I am.
;Keruziel: And I am who I am. Even in this realm.
;Nam Mo: All things change...even you. 
:Do you remember who you were before?
;Keruziel: I am judgement.
;Nam Mo: Is there no compassion in judgement?
;Keruziel: Once, there was. But not here.
Keruziel lowers her staff and points it at Nam Mo. White flame wreathes it, and her eyes grow radiant with silvered light.
;Keruziel: Lien Nam Mo. Child of humans, I judge you. I will take no burden from you, no memory that you have wrought into your own mind. I will not take the remorse from your heart. I grant you the freedom to seek your own redemption.
Nam Mo bows her head, hands clasped together.
;Nam Mo: Once, there was. Now, there is none. And in future?
;Keruziel: All things may change.
;Nam Mo: You were watching me, weren't you? When I was in the town. You knew I was here.
;Keruziel: Judgement seeks out some. It waits for others.	
Nam Mo's scene is triggered if she ventures into the central chamber. Keruziel will be standing there, beside her totem.
;Keruziel: Will you let this roof fall?
;Nam Mo: I didn't "let" the roof fall.
;Keruziel: No? That is wise of you to say.
The image of Keruziel and Nam Mo fades in a curtain of flame. It is replaced by another temple, this one painted in joyous reds and oranges. There are monks, nuns and children going about the daily tasks of a temple. The sounds of prayer wheels spinning, soft conversation and the chimes of tiny bells form a whispering background. This susurrus is broken by a deep moan as if the earth itself were groaning, and a crack appears in the grand beam that holds up the roof of the temple...
The image fades suddenly. Nam Mo stares up at Keruziel.
;Nam Mo: It was a different temple. A different time. I was not who I am now.
;Keruziel: Who are you?
;Nam Mo: A nun with compassion. Nothing more.
;Keruziel: And were you not before?
;Nam Mo: ...I am who I am.
;Keruziel: And I am who I am. Even in this realm.
;Nam Mo: All things change...even you. 
:Do you remember who you were before?
;Keruziel: I am judgement.
;Nam Mo: Is there no compassion in judgement?
;Keruziel: Once, there was. But not here.
Keruziel lowers her staff and points it at Nam Mo. White flame wreathes it, and her eyes grow radiant with silvered light.
;Keruziel: Lien Nam Mo. Child of humans, I judge you. I will take no burden from you, no memory that you have wrought into your own mind. I will not take the remorse from your heart. I grant you the freedom to seek your own redemption.
Nam Mo bows her head, hands clasped together.
;Nam Mo: Once, there was. Now, there is none. And in future?
;Keruziel: All things may change.
;Nam Mo: You were watching me, weren't you? When I was in the town. You knew I was here.
;Keruziel: Judgement seeks out some. It waits for others.	
Nam Mo's scene is triggered if she ventures into the central chamber. Keruziel will be standing there, beside her totem.
;Keruziel: Will you let this roof fall?
;Nam Mo: I didn't "let" the roof fall.
;Keruziel: No? That is wise of you to say.
The image of Keruziel and Nam Mo fades in a curtain of flame. It is replaced by another temple, this one painted in joyous reds and oranges. There are monks, nuns and children going about the daily tasks of a temple. The sounds of prayer wheels spinning, soft conversation and the chimes of tiny bells form a whispering background. This susurrus is broken by a deep moan as if the earth itself were groaning, and a crack appears in the grand beam that holds up the roof of the temple...
The image fades suddenly. Nam Mo stares up at Keruziel.
;Nam Mo: It was a different temple. A different time. I was not who I am now.
;Keruziel: Who are you?
;Nam Mo: A nun with compassion. Nothing more.
;Keruziel: And were you not before?
;Nam Mo: ...I am who I am.
;Keruziel: And I am who I am. Even in this realm.
;Nam Mo: All things change...even you. 
:Do you remember who you were before?
;Keruziel: I am judgement.
;Nam Mo: Is there no compassion in judgement?
;Keruziel: Once, there was. But not here.
Keruziel lowers her staff and points it at Nam Mo. White flame wreathes it, and her eyes grow radiant with silvered light.
;Keruziel: Lien Nam Mo. Child of humans, I judge you. I will take no burden from you, no memory that you have wrought into your own mind. I will not take the remorse from your heart. I grant you the freedom to seek your own redemption.
Nam Mo bows her head, hands clasped together.
;Nam Mo: Once, there was. Now, there is none. And in future?
;Keruziel: All things may change.
;Nam Mo: You were watching me, weren't you? When I was in the town. You knew I was here.
;Keruziel: Judgement seeks out some. It waits for others.	
Nam Mo's scene is triggered if she ventures into the central chamber. Keruziel will be standing there, beside her totem.
;Keruziel: Will you let this roof fall?
;Nam Mo: I didn't "let" the roof fall.
;Keruziel: No? That is wise of you to say.
The image of Keruziel and Nam Mo fades in a curtain of flame. It is replaced by another temple, this one painted in joyous reds and oranges. There are monks, nuns and children going about the daily tasks of a temple. The sounds of prayer wheels spinning, soft conversation and the chimes of tiny bells form a whispering background. This susurrus is broken by a deep moan as if the earth itself were groaning, and a crack appears in the grand beam that holds up the roof of the temple...
The image fades suddenly. Nam Mo stares up at Keruziel.
;Nam Mo: It was a different temple. A different time. I was not who I am now.
;Keruziel: Who are you?
;Nam Mo: A nun with compassion. Nothing more.
;Keruziel: And were you not before?
;Nam Mo: ...I am who I am.
;Keruziel: And I am who I am. Even in this realm.
;Nam Mo: All things change...even you. 
:Do you remember who you were before?
;Keruziel: I am judgement.
;Nam Mo: Is there no compassion in judgement?
;Keruziel: Once, there was. But not here.
Keruziel lowers her staff and points it at Nam Mo. White flame wreathes it, and her eyes grow radiant with silvered light.
;Keruziel: Lien Nam Mo. Child of humans, I judge you. I will take no burden from you, no memory that you have wrought into your own mind. I will not take the remorse from your heart. I grant you the freedom to seek your own redemption.
Nam Mo bows her head, hands clasped together.
;Nam Mo: Once, there was. Now, there is none. And in future?
;Keruziel: All things may change.
;Nam Mo: You were watching me, weren't you? When I was in the town. You knew I was here.
;Keruziel: Judgement seeks out some. It waits for others.	
Nam Mo's scene is triggered if she ventures into the central chamber. Keruziel will be standing there, beside her totem.
;Keruziel: Will you let this roof fall?
;Nam Mo: I didn't "let" the roof fall.
;Keruziel: No? That is wise of you to say.
The image of Keruziel and Nam Mo fades in a curtain of flame. It is replaced by another temple, this one painted in joyous reds and oranges. There are monks, nuns and children going about the daily tasks of a temple. The sounds of prayer wheels spinning, soft conversation and the chimes of tiny bells form a whispering background. This susurrus is broken by a deep moan as if the earth itself were groaning, and a crack appears in the grand beam that holds up the roof of the temple...
The image fades suddenly. Nam Mo stares up at Keruziel.
;Nam Mo: It was a different temple. A different time. I was not who I am now.
;Keruziel: Who are you?
;Nam Mo: A nun with compassion. Nothing more.
;Keruziel: And were you not before?
;Nam Mo: ...I am who I am.
;Keruziel: And I am who I am. Even in this realm.
;Nam Mo: All things change...even you. 
:Do you remember who you were before?
;Keruziel: I am judgement.
;Nam Mo: Is there no compassion in judgement?
;Keruziel: Once, there was. But not here.
Keruziel lowers her staff and points it at Nam Mo. White flame wreathes it, and her eyes grow radiant with silvered light.
;Keruziel: Lien Nam Mo. Child of humans, I judge you. I will take no burden from you, no memory that you have wrought into your own mind. I will not take the remorse from your heart. I grant you the freedom to seek your own redemption.
Nam Mo bows her head, hands clasped together.
;Nam Mo: Once, there was. Now, there is none. And in future?
;Keruziel: All things may change.
;Nam Mo: You were watching me, weren't you? When I was in the town. You knew I was here.
;Keruziel: Judgement seeks out some. It waits for others.	
Nam Mo's scene is triggered if she ventures into the central chamber. Keruziel will be standing there, beside her totem.
;Keruziel: Will you let this roof fall?
;Nam Mo: I didn't "let" the roof fall.
;Keruziel: No? That is wise of you to say.
The image of Keruziel and Nam Mo fades in a curtain of flame. It is replaced by another temple, this one painted in joyous reds and oranges. There are monks, nuns and children going about the daily tasks of a temple. The sounds of prayer wheels spinning, soft conversation and the chimes of tiny bells form a whispering background. This susurrus is broken by a deep moan as if the earth itself were groaning, and a crack appears in the grand beam that holds up the roof of the temple...
The image fades suddenly. Nam Mo stares up at Keruziel.
;Nam Mo: It was a different temple. A different time. I was not who I am now.
;Keruziel: Who are you?
;Nam Mo: A nun with compassion. Nothing more.
;Keruziel: And were you not before?
;Nam Mo: ...I am who I am.
;Keruziel: And I am who I am. Even in this realm.
;Nam Mo: All things change...even you. 
:Do you remember who you were before?
;Keruziel: I am judgement.
;Nam Mo: Is there no compassion in judgement?
;Keruziel: Once, there was. But not here.
Keruziel lowers her staff and points it at Nam Mo. White flame wreathes it, and her eyes grow radiant with silvered light.
;Keruziel: Lien Nam Mo. Child of humans, I judge you. I will take no burden from you, no memory that you have wrought into your own mind. I will not take the remorse from your heart. I grant you the freedom to seek your own redemption.
Nam Mo bows her head, hands clasped together.
;Nam Mo: Once, there was. Now, there is none. And in future?
;Keruziel: All things may change.
;Nam Mo: You were watching me, weren't you? When I was in the town. You knew I was here.
;Keruziel: Judgement seeks out some. It waits for others.	
==Noltia==
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Noltia's judgment is triggered when she tries to leave the temple. Flames block the door, and a shadow looms behind her.
;Noltia: Ah. So what I've heard is true. There is a judge.Well? What is to be my fate?
;Keruziel: What have been your sins?
Noltia turns. She is not amused. 
;Noltia: Isn't that supposed to be my question? What do you imply?
;Keruziel: I do not imply. I see.
;Noltia: Well, what is it that you see? 
;Keruziel: An impostor.
Noltia does not answer for some time.
;Noltia: You're good at this.
;Keruziel: You are not. Do you believe you are right?
;Noltia: I never had a choice.
;Keruziel: You have.Hasn't your brother shown you that?
;Noltia: I would never make a choice like he did. Spit on so many people. Disgustingly disgraceful.
;Keruziel: Do you believe that, child?
Keruziel floats slowly behind Noltia and hovers close behind her, a hand raised and frozen in the air. The empress stands perfectly still.
;Keruziel: You see as well. You have hurt countless in your narcissistic ways.
;Noltia: I have helped countless more. No one else could do what I do. Save the lives I've saved. The world needs a ruler... a titan. Special. It is not up to the superhuman to complain of their gifts.
;Keruziel: But you are not superhuman.
;Noltia: Shall I show you?
The hand retreats.
;Keruziel: You are not guilty of being a tyrant. You are guilty of being a pretender. There was a chance for mercy, once. But you have chosen the path of destruction.
;Noltia: I can never give up my family's principles. I am not a disloyal, cowardly child.
;Keruziel: You have always been a child, clinging to the skirts of your mother. 
;Noltia: ...And what of it? If I could even be a fraction of the woman she was, I have succeeded.
;Keruziel: Shadows will only ever be shadows.
Keruziel lurks away, and begins to rise on wings that rain embers.
;Noltia: I... I am not my mother. You're right, on that. But am I wrong? For aspiring to the merits of one far greater than I?
;Keruziel: Do you think so?
;Noltia: I... I can never be sure.Will I die for that?
;Keruziel: No. You will live, much longer than you deserve, long enough to be imprisoned by your own mistakes and regrets. Too long. And so will she.	
Noltia's judgment is triggered when she tries to leave the temple. Flames block the door, and a shadow looms behind her.
;Noltia: Ah. So what I've heard is true. There is a judge.Well? What is to be my fate?
;Keruziel: What have been your sins?
Noltia turns. She is not amused. 
;Noltia: Isn't that supposed to be my question? What do you imply?
;Keruziel: I do not imply. I see.
;Noltia: Well, what is it that you see? 
;Keruziel: An impostor.
Noltia does not answer for some time.
;Noltia: You're good at this.
;Keruziel: You are not. Do you believe you are right?
;Noltia: I never had a choice.
;Keruziel: You have.Hasn't your brother shown you that?
;Noltia: I would never make a choice like he did. Spit on so many people. Disgustingly disgraceful.
;Keruziel: Do you believe that, child?
Keruziel floats slowly behind Noltia and hovers close behind her, a hand raised and frozen in the air. The empress stands perfectly still.
;Keruziel: You see as well. You have hurt countless in your narcissistic ways.
;Noltia: I have helped countless more. No one else could do what I do. Save the lives I've saved. The world needs a ruler... a titan. Special. It is not up to the superhuman to complain of their gifts.
;Keruziel: But you are not superhuman.
;Noltia: Shall I show you?
The hand retreats.
;Keruziel: You are not guilty of being a tyrant. You are guilty of being a pretender. There was a chance for mercy, once. But you have chosen the path of destruction.
;Noltia: I can never give up my family's principles. I am not a disloyal, cowardly child.
;Keruziel: You have always been a child, clinging to the skirts of your mother. 
;Noltia: ...And what of it? If I could even be a fraction of the woman she was, I have succeeded.
;Keruziel: Shadows will only ever be shadows.
Keruziel lurks away, and begins to rise on wings that rain embers.
;Noltia: I... I am not my mother. You're right, on that. But am I wrong? For aspiring to the merits of one far greater than I?
;Keruziel: Do you think so?
;Noltia: I... I can never be sure.Will I die for that?
;Keruziel: No. You will live, much longer than you deserve, long enough to be imprisoned by your own mistakes and regrets. Too long. And so will she.	
Noltia's judgment is triggered when she tries to leave the temple. Flames block the door, and a shadow looms behind her.
;Noltia: Ah. So what I've heard is true. There is a judge.Well? What is to be my fate?
;Keruziel: What have been your sins?
Noltia turns. She is not amused. 
;Noltia: Isn't that supposed to be my question? What do you imply?
;Keruziel: I do not imply. I see.
;Noltia: Well, what is it that you see? 
;Keruziel: An impostor.
Noltia does not answer for some time.
;Noltia: You're good at this.
;Keruziel: You are not. Do you believe you are right?
;Noltia: I never had a choice.
;Keruziel: You have.Hasn't your brother shown you that?
;Noltia: I would never make a choice like he did. Spit on so many people. Disgustingly disgraceful.
;Keruziel: Do you believe that, child?
Keruziel floats slowly behind Noltia and hovers close behind her, a hand raised and frozen in the air. The empress stands perfectly still.
;Keruziel: You see as well. You have hurt countless in your narcissistic ways.
;Noltia: I have helped countless more. No one else could do what I do. Save the lives I've saved. The world needs a ruler... a titan. Special. It is not up to the superhuman to complain of their gifts.
;Keruziel: But you are not superhuman.
;Noltia: Shall I show you?
The hand retreats.
;Keruziel: You are not guilty of being a tyrant. You are guilty of being a pretender. There was a chance for mercy, once. But you have chosen the path of destruction.
;Noltia: I can never give up my family's principles. I am not a disloyal, cowardly child.
;Keruziel: You have always been a child, clinging to the skirts of your mother. 
;Noltia: ...And what of it? If I could even be a fraction of the woman she was, I have succeeded.
;Keruziel: Shadows will only ever be shadows.
Keruziel lurks away, and begins to rise on wings that rain embers.
;Noltia: I... I am not my mother. You're right, on that. But am I wrong? For aspiring to the merits of one far greater than I?
;Keruziel: Do you think so?
;Noltia: I... I can never be sure.Will I die for that?
;Keruziel: No. You will live, much longer than you deserve, long enough to be imprisoned by your own mistakes and regrets. Too long. And so will she.	
Noltia's judgment is triggered when she tries to leave the temple. Flames block the door, and a shadow looms behind her.
;Noltia: Ah. So what I've heard is true. There is a judge.Well? What is to be my fate?
;Keruziel: What have been your sins?
Noltia turns. She is not amused. 
;Noltia: Isn't that supposed to be my question? What do you imply?
;Keruziel: I do not imply. I see.
;Noltia: Well, what is it that you see? 
;Keruziel: An impostor.
Noltia does not answer for some time.
;Noltia: You're good at this.
;Keruziel: You are not. Do you believe you are right?
;Noltia: I never had a choice.
;Keruziel: You have.Hasn't your brother shown you that?
;Noltia: I would never make a choice like he did. Spit on so many people. Disgustingly disgraceful.
;Keruziel: Do you believe that, child?
Keruziel floats slowly behind Noltia and hovers close behind her, a hand raised and frozen in the air. The empress stands perfectly still.
;Keruziel: You see as well. You have hurt countless in your narcissistic ways.
;Noltia: I have helped countless more. No one else could do what I do. Save the lives I've saved. The world needs a ruler... a titan. Special. It is not up to the superhuman to complain of their gifts.
;Keruziel: But you are not superhuman.
;Noltia: Shall I show you?
The hand retreats.
;Keruziel: You are not guilty of being a tyrant. You are guilty of being a pretender. There was a chance for mercy, once. But you have chosen the path of destruction.
;Noltia: I can never give up my family's principles. I am not a disloyal, cowardly child.
;Keruziel: You have always been a child, clinging to the skirts of your mother. 
;Noltia: ...And what of it? If I could even be a fraction of the woman she was, I have succeeded.
;Keruziel: Shadows will only ever be shadows.
Keruziel lurks away, and begins to rise on wings that rain embers.
;Noltia: I... I am not my mother. You're right, on that. But am I wrong? For aspiring to the merits of one far greater than I?
;Keruziel: Do you think so?
;Noltia: I... I can never be sure.Will I die for that?
;Keruziel: No. You will live, much longer than you deserve, long enough to be imprisoned by your own mistakes and regrets. Too long. And so will she.	
Noltia's judgment is triggered when she tries to leave the temple. Flames block the door, and a shadow looms behind her.
;Noltia: Ah. So what I've heard is true. There is a judge.Well? What is to be my fate?
;Keruziel: What have been your sins?
Noltia turns. She is not amused. 
;Noltia: Isn't that supposed to be my question? What do you imply?
;Keruziel: I do not imply. I see.
;Noltia: Well, what is it that you see? 
;Keruziel: An impostor.
Noltia does not answer for some time.
;Noltia: You're good at this.
;Keruziel: You are not. Do you believe you are right?
;Noltia: I never had a choice.
;Keruziel: You have.Hasn't your brother shown you that?
;Noltia: I would never make a choice like he did. Spit on so many people. Disgustingly disgraceful.
;Keruziel: Do you believe that, child?
Keruziel floats slowly behind Noltia and hovers close behind her, a hand raised and frozen in the air. The empress stands perfectly still.
;Keruziel: You see as well. You have hurt countless in your narcissistic ways.
;Noltia: I have helped countless more. No one else could do what I do. Save the lives I've saved. The world needs a ruler... a titan. Special. It is not up to the superhuman to complain of their gifts.
;Keruziel: But you are not superhuman.
;Noltia: Shall I show you?
The hand retreats.
;Keruziel: You are not guilty of being a tyrant. You are guilty of being a pretender. There was a chance for mercy, once. But you have chosen the path of destruction.
;Noltia: I can never give up my family's principles. I am not a disloyal, cowardly child.
;Keruziel: You have always been a child, clinging to the skirts of your mother. 
;Noltia: ...And what of it? If I could even be a fraction of the woman she was, I have succeeded.
;Keruziel: Shadows will only ever be shadows.
Keruziel lurks away, and begins to rise on wings that rain embers.
;Noltia: I... I am not my mother. You're right, on that. But am I wrong? For aspiring to the merits of one far greater than I?
;Keruziel: Do you think so?
;Noltia: I... I can never be sure.Will I die for that?
;Keruziel: No. You will live, much longer than you deserve, long enough to be imprisoned by your own mistakes and regrets. Too long. And so will she.	
Noltia's judgment is triggered when she tries to leave the temple. Flames block the door, and a shadow looms behind her.
;Noltia: Ah. So what I've heard is true. There is a judge.Well? What is to be my fate?
;Keruziel: What have been your sins?
Noltia turns. She is not amused. 
;Noltia: Isn't that supposed to be my question? What do you imply?
;Keruziel: I do not imply. I see.
;Noltia: Well, what is it that you see? 
;Keruziel: An impostor.
Noltia does not answer for some time.
;Noltia: You're good at this.
;Keruziel: You are not. Do you believe you are right?
;Noltia: I never had a choice.
;Keruziel: You have.Hasn't your brother shown you that?
;Noltia: I would never make a choice like he did. Spit on so many people. Disgustingly disgraceful.
;Keruziel: Do you believe that, child?
Keruziel floats slowly behind Noltia and hovers close behind her, a hand raised and frozen in the air. The empress stands perfectly still.
;Keruziel: You see as well. You have hurt countless in your narcissistic ways.
;Noltia: I have helped countless more. No one else could do what I do. Save the lives I've saved. The world needs a ruler... a titan. Special. It is not up to the superhuman to complain of their gifts.
;Keruziel: But you are not superhuman.
;Noltia: Shall I show you?
The hand retreats.
;Keruziel: You are not guilty of being a tyrant. You are guilty of being a pretender. There was a chance for mercy, once. But you have chosen the path of destruction.
;Noltia: I can never give up my family's principles. I am not a disloyal, cowardly child.
;Keruziel: You have always been a child, clinging to the skirts of your mother. 
;Noltia: ...And what of it? If I could even be a fraction of the woman she was, I have succeeded.
;Keruziel: Shadows will only ever be shadows.
Keruziel lurks away, and begins to rise on wings that rain embers.
;Noltia: I... I am not my mother. You're right, on that. But am I wrong? For aspiring to the merits of one far greater than I?
;Keruziel: Do you think so?
;Noltia: I... I can never be sure.Will I die for that?
;Keruziel: No. You will live, much longer than you deserve, long enough to be imprisoned by your own mistakes and regrets. Too long. And so will she.	
Noltia's judgment is triggered when she tries to leave the temple. Flames block the door, and a shadow looms behind her.
;Noltia: Ah. So what I've heard is true. There is a judge.Well? What is to be my fate?
;Keruziel: What have been your sins?
Noltia turns. She is not amused. 
;Noltia: Isn't that supposed to be my question? What do you imply?
;Keruziel: I do not imply. I see.
;Noltia: Well, what is it that you see? 
;Keruziel: An impostor.
Noltia does not answer for some time.
;Noltia: You're good at this.
;Keruziel: You are not. Do you believe you are right?
;Noltia: I never had a choice.
;Keruziel: You have.Hasn't your brother shown you that?
;Noltia: I would never make a choice like he did. Spit on so many people. Disgustingly disgraceful.
;Keruziel: Do you believe that, child?
Keruziel floats slowly behind Noltia and hovers close behind her, a hand raised and frozen in the air. The empress stands perfectly still.
;Keruziel: You see as well. You have hurt countless in your narcissistic ways.
;Noltia: I have helped countless more. No one else could do what I do. Save the lives I've saved. The world needs a ruler... a titan. Special. It is not up to the superhuman to complain of their gifts.
;Keruziel: But you are not superhuman.
;Noltia: Shall I show you?
The hand retreats.
;Keruziel: You are not guilty of being a tyrant. You are guilty of being a pretender. There was a chance for mercy, once. But you have chosen the path of destruction.
;Noltia: I can never give up my family's principles. I am not a disloyal, cowardly child.
;Keruziel: You have always been a child, clinging to the skirts of your mother. 
;Noltia: ...And what of it? If I could even be a fraction of the woman she was, I have succeeded.
;Keruziel: Shadows will only ever be shadows.
Keruziel lurks away, and begins to rise on wings that rain embers.
;Noltia: I... I am not my mother. You're right, on that. But am I wrong? For aspiring to the merits of one far greater than I?
;Keruziel: Do you think so?
;Noltia: I... I can never be sure.Will I die for that?
;Keruziel: No. You will live, much longer than you deserve, long enough to be imprisoned by your own mistakes and regrets. Too long. And so will she.	
==Qinzua==
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Keruziel appears before Qinzua if she attempts to enter the domain by using any other means than the intended entrance.
;Keruziel: Agent of chaos, you hold no power here.
;Qinzua: Of course I do. I hold power everywhere. I even carry it.
;Keruziel: Why have you come?
;Qinzua: You know why. Word around here is that you're stealing my gig.
;Keruziel: I dispense judgment to those who enter my realm. You dispense wanton violence.
Qinzua's mouth twitches and she unsheathes her weapon, attaining battle stance. Keruziel responds by encircling the two in a ring of flame.
;Qinzua: I settle disputes for those too weak to end them, and you're cutting into my bottom line.
;Keruziel: Now. We both know you lack the strength to overcome the Almighty.
;Qinzua: We killed scores of your kind and banished the rest! The war is over. Hell won. You've lost the right to judge.
;Keruziel: This land itself is a Hell. Unfortunately, you feel to be right at home. Do you feel justified?
;Qinzua:Again, I hold the power. I am commanded to wield it. License to slay, when necessary.
;Keruziel: Is your commander just?
Qinzua sheaths her blade. The ring of fire persists.
;Qinzua: He holds the power.
;Keruziel: So might makes right?
;Qinzua: It seems to for you, hypocrite.
;Keruziel: Your multitude of sins cannot be forgiven.
;Qinzua: I don't care. And it doesn't matter anyways. I've changed for the better. The haze in my head is gone, and I can finally think clearly! I have no more bloodlust, no more gross sexual urges, no more desire to inflict self-harm for the thrill it used to bring. I have a purpose now, and I intend to fulfill my duty.
;Keruziel: You may have found your lost aspects, but you are the same demon you were. Regaining your memories has only changed your charade of insanity into one of judgment, Qin-
Qinzua screams and grasps her head
;Qinzua: No! Don't speak my human name! I stopped being human long ago. I am The Judge in mind, body, and spirit, wholly and completely! I do what I must."
She backs out of the ring of fire, keeping her eyes on Keruziel the entire time.
;Qinzua: And just a reminder, these flames don't hurt, for the record. We're immune to them. Coming from hell. You should know, right?	
Keruziel appears before Qinzua if she attempts to enter the domain by using any other means than the intended entrance.
;Keruziel: Agent of chaos, you hold no power here.
;Qinzua: Of course I do. I hold power everywhere. I even carry it.
;Keruziel: Why have you come?
;Qinzua: You know why. Word around here is that you're stealing my gig.
;Keruziel: I dispense judgment to those who enter my realm. You dispense wanton violence.
Qinzua's mouth twitches and she unsheathes her weapon, attaining battle stance. Keruziel responds by encircling the two in a ring of flame.
;Qinzua: I settle disputes for those too weak to end them, and you're cutting into my bottom line.
;Keruziel: Now. We both know you lack the strength to overcome the Almighty.
;Qinzua: We killed scores of your kind and banished the rest! The war is over. Hell won. You've lost the right to judge.
;Keruziel: This land itself is a Hell. Unfortunately, you feel to be right at home. Do you feel justified?
;Qinzua:Again, I hold the power. I am commanded to wield it. License to slay, when necessary.
;Keruziel: Is your commander just?
Qinzua sheaths her blade. The ring of fire persists.
;Qinzua: He holds the power.
;Keruziel: So might makes right?
;Qinzua: It seems to for you, hypocrite.
;Keruziel: Your multitude of sins cannot be forgiven.
;Qinzua: I don't care. And it doesn't matter anyways. I've changed for the better. The haze in my head is gone, and I can finally think clearly! I have no more bloodlust, no more gross sexual urges, no more desire to inflict self-harm for the thrill it used to bring. I have a purpose now, and I intend to fulfill my duty.
;Keruziel: You may have found your lost aspects, but you are the same demon you were. Regaining your memories has only changed your charade of insanity into one of judgment, Qin-
Qinzua screams and grasps her head
;Qinzua: No! Don't speak my human name! I stopped being human long ago. I am The Judge in mind, body, and spirit, wholly and completely! I do what I must."
She backs out of the ring of fire, keeping her eyes on Keruziel the entire time.
;Qinzua: And just a reminder, these flames don't hurt, for the record. We're immune to them. Coming from hell. You should know, right?	
Keruziel appears before Qinzua if she attempts to enter the domain by using any other means than the intended entrance.
;Keruziel: Agent of chaos, you hold no power here.
;Qinzua: Of course I do. I hold power everywhere. I even carry it.
;Keruziel: Why have you come?
;Qinzua: You know why. Word around here is that you're stealing my gig.
;Keruziel: I dispense judgment to those who enter my realm. You dispense wanton violence.
Qinzua's mouth twitches and she unsheathes her weapon, attaining battle stance. Keruziel responds by encircling the two in a ring of flame.
;Qinzua: I settle disputes for those too weak to end them, and you're cutting into my bottom line.
;Keruziel: Now. We both know you lack the strength to overcome the Almighty.
;Qinzua: We killed scores of your kind and banished the rest! The war is over. Hell won. You've lost the right to judge.
;Keruziel: This land itself is a Hell. Unfortunately, you feel to be right at home. Do you feel justified?
;Qinzua:Again, I hold the power. I am commanded to wield it. License to slay, when necessary.
;Keruziel: Is your commander just?
Qinzua sheaths her blade. The ring of fire persists.
;Qinzua: He holds the power.
;Keruziel: So might makes right?
;Qinzua: It seems to for you, hypocrite.
;Keruziel: Your multitude of sins cannot be forgiven.
;Qinzua: I don't care. And it doesn't matter anyways. I've changed for the better. The haze in my head is gone, and I can finally think clearly! I have no more bloodlust, no more gross sexual urges, no more desire to inflict self-harm for the thrill it used to bring. I have a purpose now, and I intend to fulfill my duty.
;Keruziel: You may have found your lost aspects, but you are the same demon you were. Regaining your memories has only changed your charade of insanity into one of judgment, Qin-
Qinzua screams and grasps her head
;Qinzua: No! Don't speak my human name! I stopped being human long ago. I am The Judge in mind, body, and spirit, wholly and completely! I do what I must."
She backs out of the ring of fire, keeping her eyes on Keruziel the entire time.
;Qinzua: And just a reminder, these flames don't hurt, for the record. We're immune to them. Coming from hell. You should know, right?	
Keruziel appears before Qinzua if she attempts to enter the domain by using any other means than the intended entrance.
;Keruziel: Agent of chaos, you hold no power here.
;Qinzua: Of course I do. I hold power everywhere. I even carry it.
;Keruziel: Why have you come?
;Qinzua: You know why. Word around here is that you're stealing my gig.
;Keruziel: I dispense judgment to those who enter my realm. You dispense wanton violence.
Qinzua's mouth twitches and she unsheathes her weapon, attaining battle stance. Keruziel responds by encircling the two in a ring of flame.
;Qinzua: I settle disputes for those too weak to end them, and you're cutting into my bottom line.
;Keruziel: Now. We both know you lack the strength to overcome the Almighty.
;Qinzua: We killed scores of your kind and banished the rest! The war is over. Hell won. You've lost the right to judge.
;Keruziel: This land itself is a Hell. Unfortunately, you feel to be right at home. Do you feel justified?
;Qinzua:Again, I hold the power. I am commanded to wield it. License to slay, when necessary.
;Keruziel: Is your commander just?
Qinzua sheaths her blade. The ring of fire persists.
;Qinzua: He holds the power.
;Keruziel: So might makes right?
;Qinzua: It seems to for you, hypocrite.
;Keruziel: Your multitude of sins cannot be forgiven.
;Qinzua: I don't care. And it doesn't matter anyways. I've changed for the better. The haze in my head is gone, and I can finally think clearly! I have no more bloodlust, no more gross sexual urges, no more desire to inflict self-harm for the thrill it used to bring. I have a purpose now, and I intend to fulfill my duty.
;Keruziel: You may have found your lost aspects, but you are the same demon you were. Regaining your memories has only changed your charade of insanity into one of judgment, Qin-
Qinzua screams and grasps her head
;Qinzua: No! Don't speak my human name! I stopped being human long ago. I am The Judge in mind, body, and spirit, wholly and completely! I do what I must."
She backs out of the ring of fire, keeping her eyes on Keruziel the entire time.
;Qinzua: And just a reminder, these flames don't hurt, for the record. We're immune to them. Coming from hell. You should know, right?	
Keruziel appears before Qinzua if she attempts to enter the domain by using any other means than the intended entrance.
;Keruziel: Agent of chaos, you hold no power here.
;Qinzua: Of course I do. I hold power everywhere. I even carry it.
;Keruziel: Why have you come?
;Qinzua: You know why. Word around here is that you're stealing my gig.
;Keruziel: I dispense judgment to those who enter my realm. You dispense wanton violence.
Qinzua's mouth twitches and she unsheathes her weapon, attaining battle stance. Keruziel responds by encircling the two in a ring of flame.
;Qinzua: I settle disputes for those too weak to end them, and you're cutting into my bottom line.
;Keruziel: Now. We both know you lack the strength to overcome the Almighty.
;Qinzua: We killed scores of your kind and banished the rest! The war is over. Hell won. You've lost the right to judge.
;Keruziel: This land itself is a Hell. Unfortunately, you feel to be right at home. Do you feel justified?
;Qinzua:Again, I hold the power. I am commanded to wield it. License to slay, when necessary.
;Keruziel: Is your commander just?
Qinzua sheaths her blade. The ring of fire persists.
;Qinzua: He holds the power.
;Keruziel: So might makes right?
;Qinzua: It seems to for you, hypocrite.
;Keruziel: Your multitude of sins cannot be forgiven.
;Qinzua: I don't care. And it doesn't matter anyways. I've changed for the better. The haze in my head is gone, and I can finally think clearly! I have no more bloodlust, no more gross sexual urges, no more desire to inflict self-harm for the thrill it used to bring. I have a purpose now, and I intend to fulfill my duty.
;Keruziel: You may have found your lost aspects, but you are the same demon you were. Regaining your memories has only changed your charade of insanity into one of judgment, Qin-
Qinzua screams and grasps her head
;Qinzua: No! Don't speak my human name! I stopped being human long ago. I am The Judge in mind, body, and spirit, wholly and completely! I do what I must."
She backs out of the ring of fire, keeping her eyes on Keruziel the entire time.
;Qinzua: And just a reminder, these flames don't hurt, for the record. We're immune to them. Coming from hell. You should know, right?	
Keruziel appears before Qinzua if she attempts to enter the domain by using any other means than the intended entrance.
;Keruziel: Agent of chaos, you hold no power here.
;Qinzua: Of course I do. I hold power everywhere. I even carry it.
;Keruziel: Why have you come?
;Qinzua: You know why. Word around here is that you're stealing my gig.
;Keruziel: I dispense judgment to those who enter my realm. You dispense wanton violence.
Qinzua's mouth twitches and she unsheathes her weapon, attaining battle stance. Keruziel responds by encircling the two in a ring of flame.
;Qinzua: I settle disputes for those too weak to end them, and you're cutting into my bottom line.
;Keruziel: Now. We both know you lack the strength to overcome the Almighty.
;Qinzua: We killed scores of your kind and banished the rest! The war is over. Hell won. You've lost the right to judge.
;Keruziel: This land itself is a Hell. Unfortunately, you feel to be right at home. Do you feel justified?
;Qinzua:Again, I hold the power. I am commanded to wield it. License to slay, when necessary.
;Keruziel: Is your commander just?
Qinzua sheaths her blade. The ring of fire persists.
;Qinzua: He holds the power.
;Keruziel: So might makes right?
;Qinzua: It seems to for you, hypocrite.
;Keruziel: Your multitude of sins cannot be forgiven.
;Qinzua: I don't care. And it doesn't matter anyways. I've changed for the better. The haze in my head is gone, and I can finally think clearly! I have no more bloodlust, no more gross sexual urges, no more desire to inflict self-harm for the thrill it used to bring. I have a purpose now, and I intend to fulfill my duty.
;Keruziel: You may have found your lost aspects, but you are the same demon you were. Regaining your memories has only changed your charade of insanity into one of judgment, Qin-
Qinzua screams and grasps her head
;Qinzua: No! Don't speak my human name! I stopped being human long ago. I am The Judge in mind, body, and spirit, wholly and completely! I do what I must."
She backs out of the ring of fire, keeping her eyes on Keruziel the entire time.
;Qinzua: And just a reminder, these flames don't hurt, for the record. We're immune to them. Coming from hell. You should know, right?	
Keruziel appears before Qinzua if she attempts to enter the domain by using any other means than the intended entrance.
;Keruziel: Agent of chaos, you hold no power here.
;Qinzua: Of course I do. I hold power everywhere. I even carry it.
;Keruziel: Why have you come?
;Qinzua: You know why. Word around here is that you're stealing my gig.
;Keruziel: I dispense judgment to those who enter my realm. You dispense wanton violence.
Qinzua's mouth twitches and she unsheathes her weapon, attaining battle stance. Keruziel responds by encircling the two in a ring of flame.
;Qinzua: I settle disputes for those too weak to end them, and you're cutting into my bottom line.
;Keruziel: Now. We both know you lack the strength to overcome the Almighty.
;Qinzua: We killed scores of your kind and banished the rest! The war is over. Hell won. You've lost the right to judge.
;Keruziel: This land itself is a Hell. Unfortunately, you feel to be right at home. Do you feel justified?
;Qinzua:Again, I hold the power. I am commanded to wield it. License to slay, when necessary.
;Keruziel: Is your commander just?
Qinzua sheaths her blade. The ring of fire persists.
;Qinzua: He holds the power.
;Keruziel: So might makes right?
;Qinzua: It seems to for you, hypocrite.
;Keruziel: Your multitude of sins cannot be forgiven.
;Qinzua: I don't care. And it doesn't matter anyways. I've changed for the better. The haze in my head is gone, and I can finally think clearly! I have no more bloodlust, no more gross sexual urges, no more desire to inflict self-harm for the thrill it used to bring. I have a purpose now, and I intend to fulfill my duty.
;Keruziel: You may have found your lost aspects, but you are the same demon you were. Regaining your memories has only changed your charade of insanity into one of judgment, Qin-
Qinzua screams and grasps her head
;Qinzua: No! Don't speak my human name! I stopped being human long ago. I am The Judge in mind, body, and spirit, wholly and completely! I do what I must."
She backs out of the ring of fire, keeping her eyes on Keruziel the entire time.
;Qinzua: And just a reminder, these flames don't hurt, for the record. We're immune to them. Coming from hell. You should know, right?	
==Reni==
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Keruziel hovers over the ruined podium in glorious form, her full height consuming the cathedral, as Reni enters. He witnesses her sublime form, and drops his axe in revenant awe.
;Reni: Magnificent. Just like I’d imagined.
;Keruziel: Few truly seek what I give.
;Reni: I imagine not. But for me, it’s all I’ve wanted.
;Keruziel: Ever since your sister died.
;Reni: Ever since I killed my sister. Ate, if we're being technical.
;Keruziel: You were not yourself.
;Reni: Bullshit. I could have stopped it. I felt myself within that beast. I could exact some amount of control. And I didn’t.
;Keruziel: Couldn’t.
;Reni: You doubt my power?
;Keruziel: You doubt my vision.
;Reni: I didn’t come here to argue. I came here to be judged.
;Keruziel: Fool.
Keruziel slowly hovers towards Reni, shrinking as she does so from several dozen feet in height to barely taller than the feline warrior. She stops inches from his face.
;Keruziel: You seek absolution.
Her breath singes his face. Reni flinches for a moment, but retains his composure, and meets her pearly, alien gaze.
;Reni: Absolution is for cowards who want a cheap way out of their mistakes. I am no coward. Not anymore.
;Keruziel: You think judgment comes in the form of suffering.
;Reni: Have you not in your wisdom and vision seen the pain I’ve caused those I care about? How much suffering I’ve created in my name!? I deserve it brought back upon me tenfold! How can I go on unless I know the pain I have brought them!?
Reni glares at Keruziel through tear-filled eyes.
;Reni: Are you not Judgment incarnate!?
Keruziel stares deep into Reni. Reni stands braced, readying himself for pain, heat, anything. But it does not come.
;Keruziel: Pain can be a baptism, for those who fear it. But you welcome it. Nothing will come of bringing you pain.
Without moving, Keruziel’s palm is on Reni’s forehead, and a white flame passes through it. Reni staggers back, grabbing his head.
;Reni: What… what was that!?
;Keruziel: You selfishly believe that your sins can be cleansed by accepting the future possibility of suffering. I have taken that capability away from you.
;Reni: You… what?
;Keruziel: You can no longer feel pain, Reni Lintere.
Reni stands dumbstruck.
;Reni: I don’t understand... 
;Keruziel: You sought the cheat of self-immolation to falsely absolve yourself of sin. Now reconciliation is your only recourse. Face those whom you have wronged, and you will see the true face of judgment.
In an instant, Reni is standing outside the cathedral, its doors closed. Keruziel's voice echoes as a whisper on the flames.
;Keruziel: Or, perhaps, you will see nothing at all.	
Keruziel hovers over the ruined podium in glorious form, her full height consuming the cathedral, as Reni enters. He witnesses her sublime form, and drops his axe in revenant awe.
;Reni: Magnificent. Just like I’d imagined.
;Keruziel: Few truly seek what I give.
;Reni: I imagine not. But for me, it’s all I’ve wanted.
;Keruziel: Ever since your sister died.
;Reni: Ever since I killed my sister. Ate, if we're being technical.
;Keruziel: You were not yourself.
;Reni: Bullshit. I could have stopped it. I felt myself within that beast. I could exact some amount of control. And I didn’t.
;Keruziel: Couldn’t.
;Reni: You doubt my power?
;Keruziel: You doubt my vision.
;Reni: I didn’t come here to argue. I came here to be judged.
;Keruziel: Fool.
Keruziel slowly hovers towards Reni, shrinking as she does so from several dozen feet in height to barely taller than the feline warrior. She stops inches from his face.
;Keruziel: You seek absolution.
Her breath singes his face. Reni flinches for a moment, but retains his composure, and meets her pearly, alien gaze.
;Reni: Absolution is for cowards who want a cheap way out of their mistakes. I am no coward. Not anymore.
;Keruziel: You think judgment comes in the form of suffering.
;Reni: Have you not in your wisdom and vision seen the pain I’ve caused those I care about? How much suffering I’ve created in my name!? I deserve it brought back upon me tenfold! How can I go on unless I know the pain I have brought them!?
Reni glares at Keruziel through tear-filled eyes.
;Reni: Are you not Judgment incarnate!?
Keruziel stares deep into Reni. Reni stands braced, readying himself for pain, heat, anything. But it does not come.
;Keruziel: Pain can be a baptism, for those who fear it. But you welcome it. Nothing will come of bringing you pain.
Without moving, Keruziel’s palm is on Reni’s forehead, and a white flame passes through it. Reni staggers back, grabbing his head.
;Reni: What… what was that!?
;Keruziel: You selfishly believe that your sins can be cleansed by accepting the future possibility of suffering. I have taken that capability away from you.
;Reni: You… what?
;Keruziel: You can no longer feel pain, Reni Lintere.
Reni stands dumbstruck.
;Reni: I don’t understand... 
;Keruziel: You sought the cheat of self-immolation to falsely absolve yourself of sin. Now reconciliation is your only recourse. Face those whom you have wronged, and you will see the true face of judgment.
In an instant, Reni is standing outside the cathedral, its doors closed. Keruziel's voice echoes as a whisper on the flames.
;Keruziel: Or, perhaps, you will see nothing at all.	
Keruziel hovers over the ruined podium in glorious form, her full height consuming the cathedral, as Reni enters. He witnesses her sublime form, and drops his axe in revenant awe.
;Reni: Magnificent. Just like I’d imagined.
;Keruziel: Few truly seek what I give.
;Reni: I imagine not. But for me, it’s all I’ve wanted.
;Keruziel: Ever since your sister died.
;Reni: Ever since I killed my sister. Ate, if we're being technical.
;Keruziel: You were not yourself.
;Reni: Bullshit. I could have stopped it. I felt myself within that beast. I could exact some amount of control. And I didn’t.
;Keruziel: Couldn’t.
;Reni: You doubt my power?
;Keruziel: You doubt my vision.
;Reni: I didn’t come here to argue. I came here to be judged.
;Keruziel: Fool.
Keruziel slowly hovers towards Reni, shrinking as she does so from several dozen feet in height to barely taller than the feline warrior. She stops inches from his face.
;Keruziel: You seek absolution.
Her breath singes his face. Reni flinches for a moment, but retains his composure, and meets her pearly, alien gaze.
;Reni: Absolution is for cowards who want a cheap way out of their mistakes. I am no coward. Not anymore.
;Keruziel: You think judgment comes in the form of suffering.
;Reni: Have you not in your wisdom and vision seen the pain I’ve caused those I care about? How much suffering I’ve created in my name!? I deserve it brought back upon me tenfold! How can I go on unless I know the pain I have brought them!?
Reni glares at Keruziel through tear-filled eyes.
;Reni: Are you not Judgment incarnate!?
Keruziel stares deep into Reni. Reni stands braced, readying himself for pain, heat, anything. But it does not come.
;Keruziel: Pain can be a baptism, for those who fear it. But you welcome it. Nothing will come of bringing you pain.
Without moving, Keruziel’s palm is on Reni’s forehead, and a white flame passes through it. Reni staggers back, grabbing his head.
;Reni: What… what was that!?
;Keruziel: You selfishly believe that your sins can be cleansed by accepting the future possibility of suffering. I have taken that capability away from you.
;Reni: You… what?
;Keruziel: You can no longer feel pain, Reni Lintere.
Reni stands dumbstruck.
;Reni: I don’t understand... 
;Keruziel: You sought the cheat of self-immolation to falsely absolve yourself of sin. Now reconciliation is your only recourse. Face those whom you have wronged, and you will see the true face of judgment.
In an instant, Reni is standing outside the cathedral, its doors closed. Keruziel's voice echoes as a whisper on the flames.
;Keruziel: Or, perhaps, you will see nothing at all.	
Keruziel hovers over the ruined podium in glorious form, her full height consuming the cathedral, as Reni enters. He witnesses her sublime form, and drops his axe in revenant awe.
;Reni: Magnificent. Just like I’d imagined.
;Keruziel: Few truly seek what I give.
;Reni: I imagine not. But for me, it’s all I’ve wanted.
;Keruziel: Ever since your sister died.
;Reni: Ever since I killed my sister. Ate, if we're being technical.
;Keruziel: You were not yourself.
;Reni: Bullshit. I could have stopped it. I felt myself within that beast. I could exact some amount of control. And I didn’t.
;Keruziel: Couldn’t.
;Reni: You doubt my power?
;Keruziel: You doubt my vision.
;Reni: I didn’t come here to argue. I came here to be judged.
;Keruziel: Fool.
Keruziel slowly hovers towards Reni, shrinking as she does so from several dozen feet in height to barely taller than the feline warrior. She stops inches from his face.
;Keruziel: You seek absolution.
Her breath singes his face. Reni flinches for a moment, but retains his composure, and meets her pearly, alien gaze.
;Reni: Absolution is for cowards who want a cheap way out of their mistakes. I am no coward. Not anymore.
;Keruziel: You think judgment comes in the form of suffering.
;Reni: Have you not in your wisdom and vision seen the pain I’ve caused those I care about? How much suffering I’ve created in my name!? I deserve it brought back upon me tenfold! How can I go on unless I know the pain I have brought them!?
Reni glares at Keruziel through tear-filled eyes.
;Reni: Are you not Judgment incarnate!?
Keruziel stares deep into Reni. Reni stands braced, readying himself for pain, heat, anything. But it does not come.
;Keruziel: Pain can be a baptism, for those who fear it. But you welcome it. Nothing will come of bringing you pain.
Without moving, Keruziel’s palm is on Reni’s forehead, and a white flame passes through it. Reni staggers back, grabbing his head.
;Reni: What… what was that!?
;Keruziel: You selfishly believe that your sins can be cleansed by accepting the future possibility of suffering. I have taken that capability away from you.
;Reni: You… what?
;Keruziel: You can no longer feel pain, Reni Lintere.
Reni stands dumbstruck.
;Reni: I don’t understand... 
;Keruziel: You sought the cheat of self-immolation to falsely absolve yourself of sin. Now reconciliation is your only recourse. Face those whom you have wronged, and you will see the true face of judgment.
In an instant, Reni is standing outside the cathedral, its doors closed. Keruziel's voice echoes as a whisper on the flames.
;Keruziel: Or, perhaps, you will see nothing at all.	
Keruziel hovers over the ruined podium in glorious form, her full height consuming the cathedral, as Reni enters. He witnesses her sublime form, and drops his axe in revenant awe.
;Reni: Magnificent. Just like I’d imagined.
;Keruziel: Few truly seek what I give.
;Reni: I imagine not. But for me, it’s all I’ve wanted.
;Keruziel: Ever since your sister died.
;Reni: Ever since I killed my sister. Ate, if we're being technical.
;Keruziel: You were not yourself.
;Reni: Bullshit. I could have stopped it. I felt myself within that beast. I could exact some amount of control. And I didn’t.
;Keruziel: Couldn’t.
;Reni: You doubt my power?
;Keruziel: You doubt my vision.
;Reni: I didn’t come here to argue. I came here to be judged.
;Keruziel: Fool.
Keruziel slowly hovers towards Reni, shrinking as she does so from several dozen feet in height to barely taller than the feline warrior. She stops inches from his face.
;Keruziel: You seek absolution.
Her breath singes his face. Reni flinches for a moment, but retains his composure, and meets her pearly, alien gaze.
;Reni: Absolution is for cowards who want a cheap way out of their mistakes. I am no coward. Not anymore.
;Keruziel: You think judgment comes in the form of suffering.
;Reni: Have you not in your wisdom and vision seen the pain I’ve caused those I care about? How much suffering I’ve created in my name!? I deserve it brought back upon me tenfold! How can I go on unless I know the pain I have brought them!?
Reni glares at Keruziel through tear-filled eyes.
;Reni: Are you not Judgment incarnate!?
Keruziel stares deep into Reni. Reni stands braced, readying himself for pain, heat, anything. But it does not come.
;Keruziel: Pain can be a baptism, for those who fear it. But you welcome it. Nothing will come of bringing you pain.
Without moving, Keruziel’s palm is on Reni’s forehead, and a white flame passes through it. Reni staggers back, grabbing his head.
;Reni: What… what was that!?
;Keruziel: You selfishly believe that your sins can be cleansed by accepting the future possibility of suffering. I have taken that capability away from you.
;Reni: You… what?
;Keruziel: You can no longer feel pain, Reni Lintere.
Reni stands dumbstruck.
;Reni: I don’t understand... 
;Keruziel: You sought the cheat of self-immolation to falsely absolve yourself of sin. Now reconciliation is your only recourse. Face those whom you have wronged, and you will see the true face of judgment.
In an instant, Reni is standing outside the cathedral, its doors closed. Keruziel's voice echoes as a whisper on the flames.
;Keruziel: Or, perhaps, you will see nothing at all.	
Keruziel hovers over the ruined podium in glorious form, her full height consuming the cathedral, as Reni enters. He witnesses her sublime form, and drops his axe in revenant awe.
;Reni: Magnificent. Just like I’d imagined.
;Keruziel: Few truly seek what I give.
;Reni: I imagine not. But for me, it’s all I’ve wanted.
;Keruziel: Ever since your sister died.
;Reni: Ever since I killed my sister. Ate, if we're being technical.
;Keruziel: You were not yourself.
;Reni: Bullshit. I could have stopped it. I felt myself within that beast. I could exact some amount of control. And I didn’t.
;Keruziel: Couldn’t.
;Reni: You doubt my power?
;Keruziel: You doubt my vision.
;Reni: I didn’t come here to argue. I came here to be judged.
;Keruziel: Fool.
Keruziel slowly hovers towards Reni, shrinking as she does so from several dozen feet in height to barely taller than the feline warrior. She stops inches from his face.
;Keruziel: You seek absolution.
Her breath singes his face. Reni flinches for a moment, but retains his composure, and meets her pearly, alien gaze.
;Reni: Absolution is for cowards who want a cheap way out of their mistakes. I am no coward. Not anymore.
;Keruziel: You think judgment comes in the form of suffering.
;Reni: Have you not in your wisdom and vision seen the pain I’ve caused those I care about? How much suffering I’ve created in my name!? I deserve it brought back upon me tenfold! How can I go on unless I know the pain I have brought them!?
Reni glares at Keruziel through tear-filled eyes.
;Reni: Are you not Judgment incarnate!?
Keruziel stares deep into Reni. Reni stands braced, readying himself for pain, heat, anything. But it does not come.
;Keruziel: Pain can be a baptism, for those who fear it. But you welcome it. Nothing will come of bringing you pain.
Without moving, Keruziel’s palm is on Reni’s forehead, and a white flame passes through it. Reni staggers back, grabbing his head.
;Reni: What… what was that!?
;Keruziel: You selfishly believe that your sins can be cleansed by accepting the future possibility of suffering. I have taken that capability away from you.
;Reni: You… what?
;Keruziel: You can no longer feel pain, Reni Lintere.
Reni stands dumbstruck.
;Reni: I don’t understand... 
;Keruziel: You sought the cheat of self-immolation to falsely absolve yourself of sin. Now reconciliation is your only recourse. Face those whom you have wronged, and you will see the true face of judgment.
In an instant, Reni is standing outside the cathedral, its doors closed. Keruziel's voice echoes as a whisper on the flames.
;Keruziel: Or, perhaps, you will see nothing at all.	
Keruziel hovers over the ruined podium in glorious form, her full height consuming the cathedral, as Reni enters. He witnesses her sublime form, and drops his axe in revenant awe.
;Reni: Magnificent. Just like I’d imagined.
;Keruziel: Few truly seek what I give.
;Reni: I imagine not. But for me, it’s all I’ve wanted.
;Keruziel: Ever since your sister died.
;Reni: Ever since I killed my sister. Ate, if we're being technical.
;Keruziel: You were not yourself.
;Reni: Bullshit. I could have stopped it. I felt myself within that beast. I could exact some amount of control. And I didn’t.
;Keruziel: Couldn’t.
;Reni: You doubt my power?
;Keruziel: You doubt my vision.
;Reni: I didn’t come here to argue. I came here to be judged.
;Keruziel: Fool.
Keruziel slowly hovers towards Reni, shrinking as she does so from several dozen feet in height to barely taller than the feline warrior. She stops inches from his face.
;Keruziel: You seek absolution.
Her breath singes his face. Reni flinches for a moment, but retains his composure, and meets her pearly, alien gaze.
;Reni: Absolution is for cowards who want a cheap way out of their mistakes. I am no coward. Not anymore.
;Keruziel: You think judgment comes in the form of suffering.
;Reni: Have you not in your wisdom and vision seen the pain I’ve caused those I care about? How much suffering I’ve created in my name!? I deserve it brought back upon me tenfold! How can I go on unless I know the pain I have brought them!?
Reni glares at Keruziel through tear-filled eyes.
;Reni: Are you not Judgment incarnate!?
Keruziel stares deep into Reni. Reni stands braced, readying himself for pain, heat, anything. But it does not come.
;Keruziel: Pain can be a baptism, for those who fear it. But you welcome it. Nothing will come of bringing you pain.
Without moving, Keruziel’s palm is on Reni’s forehead, and a white flame passes through it. Reni staggers back, grabbing his head.
;Reni: What… what was that!?
;Keruziel: You selfishly believe that your sins can be cleansed by accepting the future possibility of suffering. I have taken that capability away from you.
;Reni: You… what?
;Keruziel: You can no longer feel pain, Reni Lintere.
Reni stands dumbstruck.
;Reni: I don’t understand... 
;Keruziel: You sought the cheat of self-immolation to falsely absolve yourself of sin. Now reconciliation is your only recourse. Face those whom you have wronged, and you will see the true face of judgment.
In an instant, Reni is standing outside the cathedral, its doors closed. Keruziel's voice echoes as a whisper on the flames.
;Keruziel: Or, perhaps, you will see nothing at all.
==Ruger==
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;Keruziel: Another lost soul.
;Ruger: Another demon.
;Keruziel: Pitiful child. Has bloodshed blinded you to the point of being unable to sense righteous judgment?
;Ruger: Wanna be another pint of bloodshed on my resume?
;Keruziel: Does said resume include the name 'Argence'?
;Ruger: ....What'd you want?
;Keruziel: You have a soul wrought by guilt. But worry not.The absolution of sins will come, for man and demons alike...by the judgment of my flames.
;Ruger: How about you getting a judgment instead: shut up and die.
;Keruziel: Do you assume you can end conflict by shedding more blood?
;Ruger: I don't intend to save everyone. Only those I can see before my eyes.
;Keruziel: Then why did you kill the woman named Argence? 
;Ruger: Leave her out of this!
;Keruziel: Fear. Confusion. Doubt. Regret. Wrath. Despair. Those are all that you bear. By flames you shall repent. 
;Ruger: ....No. I'll go on living. Even with the pain.
;Keruziel: Foolish child, have you not realized you live your life passively succumbing?You do not live but survives!
;Ruger: I still have a heart left inside of me that wants to believe in something.
;Keruziel: Oh?
;Ruger: Figure it out yourself. If you're truly so well-versed in humanity.Or is your "divine wisdom" only goes about peering people's memories?
;Keruziel: Your taunt rings hollow to me. You are the child of a human. You only know the sky as you see it when you look up.You are but an existence of limited gratification. 
;Ruger: Oh, resorting to "you're a mere human" argument?
;Keruziel: The belief that may-or-may-not exist deep within you matters not.This world is immense. The instant you realize the vastness of the sky...You shall surely die in despair.
;Ruger: The sky is blue. I don't need to travel the world to know that.
(Ruger slashes his sword, generating a shockwave strong enough to extinguish the flame in his vicinity. However, Keruziel has left with the flames.) 
;Ruger: What the hell is that about...? Goddamnit, I don't even know what to do with this anger.-!
;Keruziel: (voice echoing the air)If you wish to prove me wrong...then take it to the center of this realm. For the sake of the blue sky you longed for.	
;Keruziel: Another lost soul.
;Ruger: Another demon.
;Keruziel: Pitiful child. Has bloodshed blinded you to the point of being unable to sense righteous judgment?
;Ruger: Wanna be another pint of bloodshed on my resume?
;Keruziel: Does said resume include the name 'Argence'?
;Ruger: ....What'd you want?
;Keruziel: You have a soul wrought by guilt. But worry not.The absolution of sins will come, for man and demons alike...by the judgment of my flames.
;Ruger: How about you getting a judgment instead: shut up and die.
;Keruziel: Do you assume you can end conflict by shedding more blood?
;Ruger: I don't intend to save everyone. Only those I can see before my eyes.
;Keruziel: Then why did you kill the woman named Argence? 
;Ruger: Leave her out of this!
;Keruziel: Fear. Confusion. Doubt. Regret. Wrath. Despair. Those are all that you bear. By flames you shall repent. 
;Ruger: ....No. I'll go on living. Even with the pain.
;Keruziel: Foolish child, have you not realized you live your life passively succumbing?You do not live but survives!
;Ruger: I still have a heart left inside of me that wants to believe in something.
;Keruziel: Oh?
;Ruger: Figure it out yourself. If you're truly so well-versed in humanity.Or is your "divine wisdom" only goes about peering people's memories?
;Keruziel: Your taunt rings hollow to me. You are the child of a human. You only know the sky as you see it when you look up.You are but an existence of limited gratification. 
;Ruger: Oh, resorting to "you're a mere human" argument?
;Keruziel: The belief that may-or-may-not exist deep within you matters not.This world is immense. The instant you realize the vastness of the sky...You shall surely die in despair.
;Ruger: The sky is blue. I don't need to travel the world to know that.
(Ruger slashes his sword, generating a shockwave strong enough to extinguish the flame in his vicinity. However, Keruziel has left with the flames.) 
;Ruger: What the hell is that about...? Goddamnit, I don't even know what to do with this anger.-!
;Keruziel: (voice echoing the air)If you wish to prove me wrong...then take it to the center of this realm. For the sake of the blue sky you longed for.	
;Keruziel: Another lost soul.
;Ruger: Another demon.
;Keruziel: Pitiful child. Has bloodshed blinded you to the point of being unable to sense righteous judgment?
;Ruger: Wanna be another pint of bloodshed on my resume?
;Keruziel: Does said resume include the name 'Argence'?
;Ruger: ....What'd you want?
;Keruziel: You have a soul wrought by guilt. But worry not.The absolution of sins will come, for man and demons alike...by the judgment of my flames.
;Ruger: How about you getting a judgment instead: shut up and die.
;Keruziel: Do you assume you can end conflict by shedding more blood?
;Ruger: I don't intend to save everyone. Only those I can see before my eyes.
;Keruziel: Then why did you kill the woman named Argence? 
;Ruger: Leave her out of this!
;Keruziel: Fear. Confusion. Doubt. Regret. Wrath. Despair. Those are all that you bear. By flames you shall repent. 
;Ruger: ....No. I'll go on living. Even with the pain.
;Keruziel: Foolish child, have you not realized you live your life passively succumbing?You do not live but survives!
;Ruger: I still have a heart left inside of me that wants to believe in something.
;Keruziel: Oh?
;Ruger: Figure it out yourself. If you're truly so well-versed in humanity.Or is your "divine wisdom" only goes about peering people's memories?
;Keruziel: Your taunt rings hollow to me. You are the child of a human. You only know the sky as you see it when you look up.You are but an existence of limited gratification. 
;Ruger: Oh, resorting to "you're a mere human" argument?
;Keruziel: The belief that may-or-may-not exist deep within you matters not.This world is immense. The instant you realize the vastness of the sky...You shall surely die in despair.
;Ruger: The sky is blue. I don't need to travel the world to know that.
(Ruger slashes his sword, generating a shockwave strong enough to extinguish the flame in his vicinity. However, Keruziel has left with the flames.) 
;Ruger: What the hell is that about...? Goddamnit, I don't even know what to do with this anger.-!
;Keruziel: (voice echoing the air)If you wish to prove me wrong...then take it to the center of this realm. For the sake of the blue sky you longed for.	
;Keruziel: Another lost soul.
;Ruger: Another demon.
;Keruziel: Pitiful child. Has bloodshed blinded you to the point of being unable to sense righteous judgment?
;Ruger: Wanna be another pint of bloodshed on my resume?
;Keruziel: Does said resume include the name 'Argence'?
;Ruger: ....What'd you want?
;Keruziel: You have a soul wrought by guilt. But worry not.The absolution of sins will come, for man and demons alike...by the judgment of my flames.
;Ruger: How about you getting a judgment instead: shut up and die.
;Keruziel: Do you assume you can end conflict by shedding more blood?
;Ruger: I don't intend to save everyone. Only those I can see before my eyes.
;Keruziel: Then why did you kill the woman named Argence? 
;Ruger: Leave her out of this!
;Keruziel: Fear. Confusion. Doubt. Regret. Wrath. Despair. Those are all that you bear. By flames you shall repent. 
;Ruger: ....No. I'll go on living. Even with the pain.
;Keruziel: Foolish child, have you not realized you live your life passively succumbing?You do not live but survives!
;Ruger: I still have a heart left inside of me that wants to believe in something.
;Keruziel: Oh?
;Ruger: Figure it out yourself. If you're truly so well-versed in humanity.Or is your "divine wisdom" only goes about peering people's memories?
;Keruziel: Your taunt rings hollow to me. You are the child of a human. You only know the sky as you see it when you look up.You are but an existence of limited gratification. 
;Ruger: Oh, resorting to "you're a mere human" argument?
;Keruziel: The belief that may-or-may-not exist deep within you matters not.This world is immense. The instant you realize the vastness of the sky...You shall surely die in despair.
;Ruger: The sky is blue. I don't need to travel the world to know that.
(Ruger slashes his sword, generating a shockwave strong enough to extinguish the flame in his vicinity. However, Keruziel has left with the flames.) 
;Ruger: What the hell is that about...? Goddamnit, I don't even know what to do with this anger.-!
;Keruziel: (voice echoing the air)If you wish to prove me wrong...then take it to the center of this realm. For the sake of the blue sky you longed for.	
;Keruziel: Another lost soul.
;Ruger: Another demon.
;Keruziel: Pitiful child. Has bloodshed blinded you to the point of being unable to sense righteous judgment?
;Ruger: Wanna be another pint of bloodshed on my resume?
;Keruziel: Does said resume include the name 'Argence'?
;Ruger: ....What'd you want?
;Keruziel: You have a soul wrought by guilt. But worry not.The absolution of sins will come, for man and demons alike...by the judgment of my flames.
;Ruger: How about you getting a judgment instead: shut up and die.
;Keruziel: Do you assume you can end conflict by shedding more blood?
;Ruger: I don't intend to save everyone. Only those I can see before my eyes.
;Keruziel: Then why did you kill the woman named Argence? 
;Ruger: Leave her out of this!
;Keruziel: Fear. Confusion. Doubt. Regret. Wrath. Despair. Those are all that you bear. By flames you shall repent. 
;Ruger: ....No. I'll go on living. Even with the pain.
;Keruziel: Foolish child, have you not realized you live your life passively succumbing?You do not live but survives!
;Ruger: I still have a heart left inside of me that wants to believe in something.
;Keruziel: Oh?
;Ruger: Figure it out yourself. If you're truly so well-versed in humanity.Or is your "divine wisdom" only goes about peering people's memories?
;Keruziel: Your taunt rings hollow to me. You are the child of a human. You only know the sky as you see it when you look up.You are but an existence of limited gratification. 
;Ruger: Oh, resorting to "you're a mere human" argument?
;Keruziel: The belief that may-or-may-not exist deep within you matters not.This world is immense. The instant you realize the vastness of the sky...You shall surely die in despair.
;Ruger: The sky is blue. I don't need to travel the world to know that.
(Ruger slashes his sword, generating a shockwave strong enough to extinguish the flame in his vicinity. However, Keruziel has left with the flames.) 
;Ruger: What the hell is that about...? Goddamnit, I don't even know what to do with this anger.-!
;Keruziel: (voice echoing the air)If you wish to prove me wrong...then take it to the center of this realm. For the sake of the blue sky you longed for.	
;Keruziel: Another lost soul.
;Ruger: Another demon.
;Keruziel: Pitiful child. Has bloodshed blinded you to the point of being unable to sense righteous judgment?
;Ruger: Wanna be another pint of bloodshed on my resume?
;Keruziel: Does said resume include the name 'Argence'?
;Ruger: ....What'd you want?
;Keruziel: You have a soul wrought by guilt. But worry not.The absolution of sins will come, for man and demons alike...by the judgment of my flames.
;Ruger: How about you getting a judgment instead: shut up and die.
;Keruziel: Do you assume you can end conflict by shedding more blood?
;Ruger: I don't intend to save everyone. Only those I can see before my eyes.
;Keruziel: Then why did you kill the woman named Argence? 
;Ruger: Leave her out of this!
;Keruziel: Fear. Confusion. Doubt. Regret. Wrath. Despair. Those are all that you bear. By flames you shall repent. 
;Ruger: ....No. I'll go on living. Even with the pain.
;Keruziel: Foolish child, have you not realized you live your life passively succumbing?You do not live but survives!
;Ruger: I still have a heart left inside of me that wants to believe in something.
;Keruziel: Oh?
;Ruger: Figure it out yourself. If you're truly so well-versed in humanity.Or is your "divine wisdom" only goes about peering people's memories?
;Keruziel: Your taunt rings hollow to me. You are the child of a human. You only know the sky as you see it when you look up.You are but an existence of limited gratification. 
;Ruger: Oh, resorting to "you're a mere human" argument?
;Keruziel: The belief that may-or-may-not exist deep within you matters not.This world is immense. The instant you realize the vastness of the sky...You shall surely die in despair.
;Ruger: The sky is blue. I don't need to travel the world to know that.
(Ruger slashes his sword, generating a shockwave strong enough to extinguish the flame in his vicinity. However, Keruziel has left with the flames.) 
;Ruger: What the hell is that about...? Goddamnit, I don't even know what to do with this anger.-!
;Keruziel: (voice echoing the air)If you wish to prove me wrong...then take it to the center of this realm. For the sake of the blue sky you longed for.	
;Keruziel: Another lost soul.
;Ruger: Another demon.
;Keruziel: Pitiful child. Has bloodshed blinded you to the point of being unable to sense righteous judgment?
;Ruger: Wanna be another pint of bloodshed on my resume?
;Keruziel: Does said resume include the name 'Argence'?
;Ruger: ....What'd you want?
;Keruziel: You have a soul wrought by guilt. But worry not.The absolution of sins will come, for man and demons alike...by the judgment of my flames.
;Ruger: How about you getting a judgment instead: shut up and die.
;Keruziel: Do you assume you can end conflict by shedding more blood?
;Ruger: I don't intend to save everyone. Only those I can see before my eyes.
;Keruziel: Then why did you kill the woman named Argence? 
;Ruger: Leave her out of this!
;Keruziel: Fear. Confusion. Doubt. Regret. Wrath. Despair. Those are all that you bear. By flames you shall repent. 
;Ruger: ....No. I'll go on living. Even with the pain.
;Keruziel: Foolish child, have you not realized you live your life passively succumbing?You do not live but survives!
;Ruger: I still have a heart left inside of me that wants to believe in something.
;Keruziel: Oh?
;Ruger: Figure it out yourself. If you're truly so well-versed in humanity.Or is your "divine wisdom" only goes about peering people's memories?
;Keruziel: Your taunt rings hollow to me. You are the child of a human. You only know the sky as you see it when you look up.You are but an existence of limited gratification. 
;Ruger: Oh, resorting to "you're a mere human" argument?
;Keruziel: The belief that may-or-may-not exist deep within you matters not.This world is immense. The instant you realize the vastness of the sky...You shall surely die in despair.
;Ruger: The sky is blue. I don't need to travel the world to know that.
(Ruger slashes his sword, generating a shockwave strong enough to extinguish the flame in his vicinity. However, Keruziel has left with the flames.) 
;Ruger: What the hell is that about...? Goddamnit, I don't even know what to do with this anger.-!
;Keruziel: (voice echoing the air)If you wish to prove me wrong...then take it to the center of this realm. For the sake of the blue sky you longed for.
==Saturnius==
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Saturnius's Judgement is triggered if he uses his abilities in Keruziel's Domain. When Keruziel descends behind him, Saturnius does not immediately respond to her appearance, but instead reaches a hand into the everburning flames of her Domain. He then conjures a flame of his own in his other hand and holds both before him, as if in deep contemplation.
;Saturnius: They're beautiful, aren't they?
:Will you sit with me?
Keruziel does not respond. With an ironic smile at her refusal, Saturnius seats himself on the bare ground and feeds both fires back into the Domain.
;Keruziel: What do you believe a man should be judged for: his greatest deeds or his most terrible?
;Saturnius: It depends who is the one handing down judgement. History is liable to remember only the best or the worst.
;Keruziel: And if the worst is forgotten, then does the best justify it?
;Saturnius: Why don't you ask Verity or Amala that?
;Keruziel: Neither of them are present. Only you and I.
;Saturnius: And both of us remember, so the question is somewhat immaterial. What will you judge me for?
;Keruziel: Your sins.
;Saturnius: And I judge myself based on the best that I have accomplished.
;Keruziel: Do you find your sins meaningless?
;Saturnius: Terrible deeds are required to secure any empire. Those who experienced them are no longer here to remember, and the ones who did not now flourish. Is it not the burden of the emperor to take on the decisions that must be made, the cruelty that must be done, so the rest may know peace?
Keruziel's flames flare, dwarfing the emperor's radiance. Saturnius tips his head back and laughs.
;Saturnius: Of course my sins aren't justified. They never were and never will be. You know every inch of them.
A wave of fire burns across the scene, erasing it into a nightmare: a red horizon, the sky heavy with ash, with the silhouettes of burnt out buildings standing out starkly against it. The battlefield is drowned. Piles of corpses emerge from the water like islands. A dishevelled, much younger Saturnius stumbles in the centre of the view. His clothes are ripped, there is a cut upon his face and his eyes are wide with horror. Suddenly, one of the bodies lying in the water lunges for him, the steel of its sword flashing silver in the dying light. Saturnius turns around and holds out a hand in a pathetic plea to stop. The man bursts into flame. He screams for a long time before he dies, as Saturnius watches, stricken. Tears track lines of white down his face, unnoticed.
;Saturnius: It was wrong then, and it never stopped being wrong. Achievements cannot be weighed on a scale against sin. And so, I judge myself based on the best I have achieved, for the worst is already fixed.
;Keruziel: And you would not choose differently.
;Saturnius: No. That's the most damning thing of all, isn't it?
;Keruziel: And given this new life, this chance, you will choose to do precisely the same?
;Saturnius: Yes.
;Keruziel: Why?
;Saturnius: I don't know. Why do you do the same thing here?
Both are silent. Eventually, Keruziel lowers herself to sit beside Saturnius.
;Saturnius: I'm already dead. Is there a greater judgement that you could heap upon me?
;Keruziel: You did not come here to seek judgement.
;Saturnius: No. I thought if I came here, I might find someone who understands.	
Saturnius's Judgement is triggered if he uses his abilities in Keruziel's Domain. When Keruziel descends behind him, Saturnius does not immediately respond to her appearance, but instead reaches a hand into the everburning flames of her Domain. He then conjures a flame of his own in his other hand and holds both before him, as if in deep contemplation.
;Saturnius: They're beautiful, aren't they?
:Will you sit with me?
Keruziel does not respond. With an ironic smile at her refusal, Saturnius seats himself on the bare ground and feeds both fires back into the Domain.
;Keruziel: What do you believe a man should be judged for: his greatest deeds or his most terrible?
;Saturnius: It depends who is the one handing down judgement. History is liable to remember only the best or the worst.
;Keruziel: And if the worst is forgotten, then does the best justify it?
;Saturnius: Why don't you ask Verity or Amala that?
;Keruziel: Neither of them are present. Only you and I.
;Saturnius: And both of us remember, so the question is somewhat immaterial. What will you judge me for?
;Keruziel: Your sins.
;Saturnius: And I judge myself based on the best that I have accomplished.
;Keruziel: Do you find your sins meaningless?
;Saturnius: Terrible deeds are required to secure any empire. Those who experienced them are no longer here to remember, and the ones who did not now flourish. Is it not the burden of the emperor to take on the decisions that must be made, the cruelty that must be done, so the rest may know peace?
Keruziel's flames flare, dwarfing the emperor's radiance. Saturnius tips his head back and laughs.
;Saturnius: Of course my sins aren't justified. They never were and never will be. You know every inch of them.
A wave of fire burns across the scene, erasing it into a nightmare: a red horizon, the sky heavy with ash, with the silhouettes of burnt out buildings standing out starkly against it. The battlefield is drowned. Piles of corpses emerge from the water like islands. A dishevelled, much younger Saturnius stumbles in the centre of the view. His clothes are ripped, there is a cut upon his face and his eyes are wide with horror. Suddenly, one of the bodies lying in the water lunges for him, the steel of its sword flashing silver in the dying light. Saturnius turns around and holds out a hand in a pathetic plea to stop. The man bursts into flame. He screams for a long time before he dies, as Saturnius watches, stricken. Tears track lines of white down his face, unnoticed.
;Saturnius: It was wrong then, and it never stopped being wrong. Achievements cannot be weighed on a scale against sin. And so, I judge myself based on the best I have achieved, for the worst is already fixed.
;Keruziel: And you would not choose differently.
;Saturnius: No. That's the most damning thing of all, isn't it?
;Keruziel: And given this new life, this chance, you will choose to do precisely the same?
;Saturnius: Yes.
;Keruziel: Why?
;Saturnius: I don't know. Why do you do the same thing here?
Both are silent. Eventually, Keruziel lowers herself to sit beside Saturnius.
;Saturnius: I'm already dead. Is there a greater judgement that you could heap upon me?
;Keruziel: You did not come here to seek judgement.
;Saturnius: No. I thought if I came here, I might find someone who understands.	
Saturnius's Judgement is triggered if he uses his abilities in Keruziel's Domain. When Keruziel descends behind him, Saturnius does not immediately respond to her appearance, but instead reaches a hand into the everburning flames of her Domain. He then conjures a flame of his own in his other hand and holds both before him, as if in deep contemplation.
;Saturnius: They're beautiful, aren't they?
:Will you sit with me?
Keruziel does not respond. With an ironic smile at her refusal, Saturnius seats himself on the bare ground and feeds both fires back into the Domain.
;Keruziel: What do you believe a man should be judged for: his greatest deeds or his most terrible?
;Saturnius: It depends who is the one handing down judgement. History is liable to remember only the best or the worst.
;Keruziel: And if the worst is forgotten, then does the best justify it?
;Saturnius: Why don't you ask Verity or Amala that?
;Keruziel: Neither of them are present. Only you and I.
;Saturnius: And both of us remember, so the question is somewhat immaterial. What will you judge me for?
;Keruziel: Your sins.
;Saturnius: And I judge myself based on the best that I have accomplished.
;Keruziel: Do you find your sins meaningless?
;Saturnius: Terrible deeds are required to secure any empire. Those who experienced them are no longer here to remember, and the ones who did not now flourish. Is it not the burden of the emperor to take on the decisions that must be made, the cruelty that must be done, so the rest may know peace?
Keruziel's flames flare, dwarfing the emperor's radiance. Saturnius tips his head back and laughs.
;Saturnius: Of course my sins aren't justified. They never were and never will be. You know every inch of them.
A wave of fire burns across the scene, erasing it into a nightmare: a red horizon, the sky heavy with ash, with the silhouettes of burnt out buildings standing out starkly against it. The battlefield is drowned. Piles of corpses emerge from the water like islands. A dishevelled, much younger Saturnius stumbles in the centre of the view. His clothes are ripped, there is a cut upon his face and his eyes are wide with horror. Suddenly, one of the bodies lying in the water lunges for him, the steel of its sword flashing silver in the dying light. Saturnius turns around and holds out a hand in a pathetic plea to stop. The man bursts into flame. He screams for a long time before he dies, as Saturnius watches, stricken. Tears track lines of white down his face, unnoticed.
;Saturnius: It was wrong then, and it never stopped being wrong. Achievements cannot be weighed on a scale against sin. And so, I judge myself based on the best I have achieved, for the worst is already fixed.
;Keruziel: And you would not choose differently.
;Saturnius: No. That's the most damning thing of all, isn't it?
;Keruziel: And given this new life, this chance, you will choose to do precisely the same?
;Saturnius: Yes.
;Keruziel: Why?
;Saturnius: I don't know. Why do you do the same thing here?
Both are silent. Eventually, Keruziel lowers herself to sit beside Saturnius.
;Saturnius: I'm already dead. Is there a greater judgement that you could heap upon me?
;Keruziel: You did not come here to seek judgement.
;Saturnius: No. I thought if I came here, I might find someone who understands.	
Saturnius's Judgement is triggered if he uses his abilities in Keruziel's Domain. When Keruziel descends behind him, Saturnius does not immediately respond to her appearance, but instead reaches a hand into the everburning flames of her Domain. He then conjures a flame of his own in his other hand and holds both before him, as if in deep contemplation.
;Saturnius: They're beautiful, aren't they?
:Will you sit with me?
Keruziel does not respond. With an ironic smile at her refusal, Saturnius seats himself on the bare ground and feeds both fires back into the Domain.
;Keruziel: What do you believe a man should be judged for: his greatest deeds or his most terrible?
;Saturnius: It depends who is the one handing down judgement. History is liable to remember only the best or the worst.
;Keruziel: And if the worst is forgotten, then does the best justify it?
;Saturnius: Why don't you ask Verity or Amala that?
;Keruziel: Neither of them are present. Only you and I.
;Saturnius: And both of us remember, so the question is somewhat immaterial. What will you judge me for?
;Keruziel: Your sins.
;Saturnius: And I judge myself based on the best that I have accomplished.
;Keruziel: Do you find your sins meaningless?
;Saturnius: Terrible deeds are required to secure any empire. Those who experienced them are no longer here to remember, and the ones who did not now flourish. Is it not the burden of the emperor to take on the decisions that must be made, the cruelty that must be done, so the rest may know peace?
Keruziel's flames flare, dwarfing the emperor's radiance. Saturnius tips his head back and laughs.
;Saturnius: Of course my sins aren't justified. They never were and never will be. You know every inch of them.
A wave of fire burns across the scene, erasing it into a nightmare: a red horizon, the sky heavy with ash, with the silhouettes of burnt out buildings standing out starkly against it. The battlefield is drowned. Piles of corpses emerge from the water like islands. A dishevelled, much younger Saturnius stumbles in the centre of the view. His clothes are ripped, there is a cut upon his face and his eyes are wide with horror. Suddenly, one of the bodies lying in the water lunges for him, the steel of its sword flashing silver in the dying light. Saturnius turns around and holds out a hand in a pathetic plea to stop. The man bursts into flame. He screams for a long time before he dies, as Saturnius watches, stricken. Tears track lines of white down his face, unnoticed.
;Saturnius: It was wrong then, and it never stopped being wrong. Achievements cannot be weighed on a scale against sin. And so, I judge myself based on the best I have achieved, for the worst is already fixed.
;Keruziel: And you would not choose differently.
;Saturnius: No. That's the most damning thing of all, isn't it?
;Keruziel: And given this new life, this chance, you will choose to do precisely the same?
;Saturnius: Yes.
;Keruziel: Why?
;Saturnius: I don't know. Why do you do the same thing here?
Both are silent. Eventually, Keruziel lowers herself to sit beside Saturnius.
;Saturnius: I'm already dead. Is there a greater judgement that you could heap upon me?
;Keruziel: You did not come here to seek judgement.
;Saturnius: No. I thought if I came here, I might find someone who understands.	
Saturnius's Judgement is triggered if he uses his abilities in Keruziel's Domain. When Keruziel descends behind him, Saturnius does not immediately respond to her appearance, but instead reaches a hand into the everburning flames of her Domain. He then conjures a flame of his own in his other hand and holds both before him, as if in deep contemplation.
;Saturnius: They're beautiful, aren't they?
:Will you sit with me?
Keruziel does not respond. With an ironic smile at her refusal, Saturnius seats himself on the bare ground and feeds both fires back into the Domain.
;Keruziel: What do you believe a man should be judged for: his greatest deeds or his most terrible?
;Saturnius: It depends who is the one handing down judgement. History is liable to remember only the best or the worst.
;Keruziel: And if the worst is forgotten, then does the best justify it?
;Saturnius: Why don't you ask Verity or Amala that?
;Keruziel: Neither of them are present. Only you and I.
;Saturnius: And both of us remember, so the question is somewhat immaterial. What will you judge me for?
;Keruziel: Your sins.
;Saturnius: And I judge myself based on the best that I have accomplished.
;Keruziel: Do you find your sins meaningless?
;Saturnius: Terrible deeds are required to secure any empire. Those who experienced them are no longer here to remember, and the ones who did not now flourish. Is it not the burden of the emperor to take on the decisions that must be made, the cruelty that must be done, so the rest may know peace?
Keruziel's flames flare, dwarfing the emperor's radiance. Saturnius tips his head back and laughs.
;Saturnius: Of course my sins aren't justified. They never were and never will be. You know every inch of them.
A wave of fire burns across the scene, erasing it into a nightmare: a red horizon, the sky heavy with ash, with the silhouettes of burnt out buildings standing out starkly against it. The battlefield is drowned. Piles of corpses emerge from the water like islands. A dishevelled, much younger Saturnius stumbles in the centre of the view. His clothes are ripped, there is a cut upon his face and his eyes are wide with horror. Suddenly, one of the bodies lying in the water lunges for him, the steel of its sword flashing silver in the dying light. Saturnius turns around and holds out a hand in a pathetic plea to stop. The man bursts into flame. He screams for a long time before he dies, as Saturnius watches, stricken. Tears track lines of white down his face, unnoticed.
;Saturnius: It was wrong then, and it never stopped being wrong. Achievements cannot be weighed on a scale against sin. And so, I judge myself based on the best I have achieved, for the worst is already fixed.
;Keruziel: And you would not choose differently.
;Saturnius: No. That's the most damning thing of all, isn't it?
;Keruziel: And given this new life, this chance, you will choose to do precisely the same?
;Saturnius: Yes.
;Keruziel: Why?
;Saturnius: I don't know. Why do you do the same thing here?
Both are silent. Eventually, Keruziel lowers herself to sit beside Saturnius.
;Saturnius: I'm already dead. Is there a greater judgement that you could heap upon me?
;Keruziel: You did not come here to seek judgement.
;Saturnius: No. I thought if I came here, I might find someone who understands.	
Saturnius's Judgement is triggered if he uses his abilities in Keruziel's Domain. When Keruziel descends behind him, Saturnius does not immediately respond to her appearance, but instead reaches a hand into the everburning flames of her Domain. He then conjures a flame of his own in his other hand and holds both before him, as if in deep contemplation.
;Saturnius: They're beautiful, aren't they?
:Will you sit with me?
Keruziel does not respond. With an ironic smile at her refusal, Saturnius seats himself on the bare ground and feeds both fires back into the Domain.
;Keruziel: What do you believe a man should be judged for: his greatest deeds or his most terrible?
;Saturnius: It depends who is the one handing down judgement. History is liable to remember only the best or the worst.
;Keruziel: And if the worst is forgotten, then does the best justify it?
;Saturnius: Why don't you ask Verity or Amala that?
;Keruziel: Neither of them are present. Only you and I.
;Saturnius: And both of us remember, so the question is somewhat immaterial. What will you judge me for?
;Keruziel: Your sins.
;Saturnius: And I judge myself based on the best that I have accomplished.
;Keruziel: Do you find your sins meaningless?
;Saturnius: Terrible deeds are required to secure any empire. Those who experienced them are no longer here to remember, and the ones who did not now flourish. Is it not the burden of the emperor to take on the decisions that must be made, the cruelty that must be done, so the rest may know peace?
Keruziel's flames flare, dwarfing the emperor's radiance. Saturnius tips his head back and laughs.
;Saturnius: Of course my sins aren't justified. They never were and never will be. You know every inch of them.
A wave of fire burns across the scene, erasing it into a nightmare: a red horizon, the sky heavy with ash, with the silhouettes of burnt out buildings standing out starkly against it. The battlefield is drowned. Piles of corpses emerge from the water like islands. A dishevelled, much younger Saturnius stumbles in the centre of the view. His clothes are ripped, there is a cut upon his face and his eyes are wide with horror. Suddenly, one of the bodies lying in the water lunges for him, the steel of its sword flashing silver in the dying light. Saturnius turns around and holds out a hand in a pathetic plea to stop. The man bursts into flame. He screams for a long time before he dies, as Saturnius watches, stricken. Tears track lines of white down his face, unnoticed.
;Saturnius: It was wrong then, and it never stopped being wrong. Achievements cannot be weighed on a scale against sin. And so, I judge myself based on the best I have achieved, for the worst is already fixed.
;Keruziel: And you would not choose differently.
;Saturnius: No. That's the most damning thing of all, isn't it?
;Keruziel: And given this new life, this chance, you will choose to do precisely the same?
;Saturnius: Yes.
;Keruziel: Why?
;Saturnius: I don't know. Why do you do the same thing here?
Both are silent. Eventually, Keruziel lowers herself to sit beside Saturnius.
;Saturnius: I'm already dead. Is there a greater judgement that you could heap upon me?
;Keruziel: You did not come here to seek judgement.
;Saturnius: No. I thought if I came here, I might find someone who understands.	
Saturnius's Judgement is triggered if he uses his abilities in Keruziel's Domain. When Keruziel descends behind him, Saturnius does not immediately respond to her appearance, but instead reaches a hand into the everburning flames of her Domain. He then conjures a flame of his own in his other hand and holds both before him, as if in deep contemplation.
;Saturnius: They're beautiful, aren't they?
:Will you sit with me?
Keruziel does not respond. With an ironic smile at her refusal, Saturnius seats himself on the bare ground and feeds both fires back into the Domain.
;Keruziel: What do you believe a man should be judged for: his greatest deeds or his most terrible?
;Saturnius: It depends who is the one handing down judgement. History is liable to remember only the best or the worst.
;Keruziel: And if the worst is forgotten, then does the best justify it?
;Saturnius: Why don't you ask Verity or Amala that?
;Keruziel: Neither of them are present. Only you and I.
;Saturnius: And both of us remember, so the question is somewhat immaterial. What will you judge me for?
;Keruziel: Your sins.
;Saturnius: And I judge myself based on the best that I have accomplished.
;Keruziel: Do you find your sins meaningless?
;Saturnius: Terrible deeds are required to secure any empire. Those who experienced them are no longer here to remember, and the ones who did not now flourish. Is it not the burden of the emperor to take on the decisions that must be made, the cruelty that must be done, so the rest may know peace?
Keruziel's flames flare, dwarfing the emperor's radiance. Saturnius tips his head back and laughs.
;Saturnius: Of course my sins aren't justified. They never were and never will be. You know every inch of them.
A wave of fire burns across the scene, erasing it into a nightmare: a red horizon, the sky heavy with ash, with the silhouettes of burnt out buildings standing out starkly against it. The battlefield is drowned. Piles of corpses emerge from the water like islands. A dishevelled, much younger Saturnius stumbles in the centre of the view. His clothes are ripped, there is a cut upon his face and his eyes are wide with horror. Suddenly, one of the bodies lying in the water lunges for him, the steel of its sword flashing silver in the dying light. Saturnius turns around and holds out a hand in a pathetic plea to stop. The man bursts into flame. He screams for a long time before he dies, as Saturnius watches, stricken. Tears track lines of white down his face, unnoticed.
;Saturnius: It was wrong then, and it never stopped being wrong. Achievements cannot be weighed on a scale against sin. And so, I judge myself based on the best I have achieved, for the worst is already fixed.
;Keruziel: And you would not choose differently.
;Saturnius: No. That's the most damning thing of all, isn't it?
;Keruziel: And given this new life, this chance, you will choose to do precisely the same?
;Saturnius: Yes.
;Keruziel: Why?
;Saturnius: I don't know. Why do you do the same thing here?
Both are silent. Eventually, Keruziel lowers herself to sit beside Saturnius.
;Saturnius: I'm already dead. Is there a greater judgement that you could heap upon me?
;Keruziel: You did not come here to seek judgement.
;Saturnius: No. I thought if I came here, I might find someone who understands.	
==S-Eyu==
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Though the flames sear from even the outside, S-Eyu walks into the temple of his own accord. Keruziel, he realizes, stands behind him, blocking the way out.
;S-Eyu: Another prison. Another merciless warden. Will I be given a reason for my sentence, this time? An estimate of years before my execution?
;Keruziel: Do not feign ignorance this time, mortal.
;S-Eyu: I've not been called mortal in a long time.Is that my crime, then? Being born like this? With this curse? I expected more nuance.
;Keruziel: The sins of your fathers are not all you have wrought.
S-Eyu walks deeper into the temple, followed by the shadow of the angel towering over him. The flames lick at his cloak.
;S-Eyu: What exactly do you want from me? Do you expect me to repent?
;Keruziel: It will not save your soul. But it may cleanse it.
;S-Eyu: Not interested. Everything I've done has been to survive. To return home.
;Keruziel: It is useless to lie here.
;S-Eyu: Shut up. I have a family out there. A place to go back to.
;Keruziel: Continue. Delude yourself. Such whispers have no power here.
;S-Eyu: You have no idea how long I've been away. With only myself as company. That's not living. I wanted only to live again.To me, that is no sin. Do you condemn animals for killing to survive?
;Keruziel: Be you a dog, clinging to life with fear in your heart? Or be you a man?
;S-Eyu: Some have called me something like a god.
A curtain of flame rises in front of him, halting his progress. Where it lowers stands Keruziel, staring into him, the light from his eyes reflecting on her ivory ones.
;Keruziel: Therein lies your hubris.Come, another step. Face judgment.
;S-Eyu: No thanks. I'll die when I need to. This isn't the time. Or the place.
;Keruziel: Think you a mere human has such a right to decide?You will be judged. You will be bent.
;S-Eyu: ...Maybe so. But I do have the right to fight it.Come, try and burn me. You won't find it easy.
Something like a laugh echoes through the halls of the burning sanctuary, though Keruziel's visage remains as still as ever.
;Keruziel: That is why you will never be more than a man.	
Though the flames sear from even the outside, S-Eyu walks into the temple of his own accord. Keruziel, he realizes, stands behind him, blocking the way out.
;S-Eyu: Another prison. Another merciless warden. Will I be given a reason for my sentence, this time? An estimate of years before my execution?
;Keruziel: Do not feign ignorance this time, mortal.
;S-Eyu: I've not been called mortal in a long time.Is that my crime, then? Being born like this? With this curse? I expected more nuance.
;Keruziel: The sins of your fathers are not all you have wrought.
S-Eyu walks deeper into the temple, followed by the shadow of the angel towering over him. The flames lick at his cloak.
;S-Eyu: What exactly do you want from me? Do you expect me to repent?
;Keruziel: It will not save your soul. But it may cleanse it.
;S-Eyu: Not interested. Everything I've done has been to survive. To return home.
;Keruziel: It is useless to lie here.
;S-Eyu: Shut up. I have a family out there. A place to go back to.
;Keruziel: Continue. Delude yourself. Such whispers have no power here.
;S-Eyu: You have no idea how long I've been away. With only myself as company. That's not living. I wanted only to live again.To me, that is no sin. Do you condemn animals for killing to survive?
;Keruziel: Be you a dog, clinging to life with fear in your heart? Or be you a man?
;S-Eyu: Some have called me something like a god.
A curtain of flame rises in front of him, halting his progress. Where it lowers stands Keruziel, staring into him, the light from his eyes reflecting on her ivory ones.
;Keruziel: Therein lies your hubris.Come, another step. Face judgment.
;S-Eyu: No thanks. I'll die when I need to. This isn't the time. Or the place.
;Keruziel: Think you a mere human has such a right to decide?You will be judged. You will be bent.
;S-Eyu: ...Maybe so. But I do have the right to fight it.Come, try and burn me. You won't find it easy.
Something like a laugh echoes through the halls of the burning sanctuary, though Keruziel's visage remains as still as ever.
;Keruziel: That is why you will never be more than a man.	
Though the flames sear from even the outside, S-Eyu walks into the temple of his own accord. Keruziel, he realizes, stands behind him, blocking the way out.
;S-Eyu: Another prison. Another merciless warden. Will I be given a reason for my sentence, this time? An estimate of years before my execution?
;Keruziel: Do not feign ignorance this time, mortal.
;S-Eyu: I've not been called mortal in a long time.Is that my crime, then? Being born like this? With this curse? I expected more nuance.
;Keruziel: The sins of your fathers are not all you have wrought.
S-Eyu walks deeper into the temple, followed by the shadow of the angel towering over him. The flames lick at his cloak.
;S-Eyu: What exactly do you want from me? Do you expect me to repent?
;Keruziel: It will not save your soul. But it may cleanse it.
;S-Eyu: Not interested. Everything I've done has been to survive. To return home.
;Keruziel: It is useless to lie here.
;S-Eyu: Shut up. I have a family out there. A place to go back to.
;Keruziel: Continue. Delude yourself. Such whispers have no power here.
;S-Eyu: You have no idea how long I've been away. With only myself as company. That's not living. I wanted only to live again.To me, that is no sin. Do you condemn animals for killing to survive?
;Keruziel: Be you a dog, clinging to life with fear in your heart? Or be you a man?
;S-Eyu: Some have called me something like a god.
A curtain of flame rises in front of him, halting his progress. Where it lowers stands Keruziel, staring into him, the light from his eyes reflecting on her ivory ones.
;Keruziel: Therein lies your hubris.Come, another step. Face judgment.
;S-Eyu: No thanks. I'll die when I need to. This isn't the time. Or the place.
;Keruziel: Think you a mere human has such a right to decide?You will be judged. You will be bent.
;S-Eyu: ...Maybe so. But I do have the right to fight it.Come, try and burn me. You won't find it easy.
Something like a laugh echoes through the halls of the burning sanctuary, though Keruziel's visage remains as still as ever.
;Keruziel: That is why you will never be more than a man.	
Though the flames sear from even the outside, S-Eyu walks into the temple of his own accord. Keruziel, he realizes, stands behind him, blocking the way out.
;S-Eyu: Another prison. Another merciless warden. Will I be given a reason for my sentence, this time? An estimate of years before my execution?
;Keruziel: Do not feign ignorance this time, mortal.
;S-Eyu: I've not been called mortal in a long time.Is that my crime, then? Being born like this? With this curse? I expected more nuance.
;Keruziel: The sins of your fathers are not all you have wrought.
S-Eyu walks deeper into the temple, followed by the shadow of the angel towering over him. The flames lick at his cloak.
;S-Eyu: What exactly do you want from me? Do you expect me to repent?
;Keruziel: It will not save your soul. But it may cleanse it.
;S-Eyu: Not interested. Everything I've done has been to survive. To return home.
;Keruziel: It is useless to lie here.
;S-Eyu: Shut up. I have a family out there. A place to go back to.
;Keruziel: Continue. Delude yourself. Such whispers have no power here.
;S-Eyu: You have no idea how long I've been away. With only myself as company. That's not living. I wanted only to live again.To me, that is no sin. Do you condemn animals for killing to survive?
;Keruziel: Be you a dog, clinging to life with fear in your heart? Or be you a man?
;S-Eyu: Some have called me something like a god.
A curtain of flame rises in front of him, halting his progress. Where it lowers stands Keruziel, staring into him, the light from his eyes reflecting on her ivory ones.
;Keruziel: Therein lies your hubris.Come, another step. Face judgment.
;S-Eyu: No thanks. I'll die when I need to. This isn't the time. Or the place.
;Keruziel: Think you a mere human has such a right to decide?You will be judged. You will be bent.
;S-Eyu: ...Maybe so. But I do have the right to fight it.Come, try and burn me. You won't find it easy.
Something like a laugh echoes through the halls of the burning sanctuary, though Keruziel's visage remains as still as ever.
;Keruziel: That is why you will never be more than a man.	
Though the flames sear from even the outside, S-Eyu walks into the temple of his own accord. Keruziel, he realizes, stands behind him, blocking the way out.
;S-Eyu: Another prison. Another merciless warden. Will I be given a reason for my sentence, this time? An estimate of years before my execution?
;Keruziel: Do not feign ignorance this time, mortal.
;S-Eyu: I've not been called mortal in a long time.Is that my crime, then? Being born like this? With this curse? I expected more nuance.
;Keruziel: The sins of your fathers are not all you have wrought.
S-Eyu walks deeper into the temple, followed by the shadow of the angel towering over him. The flames lick at his cloak.
;S-Eyu: What exactly do you want from me? Do you expect me to repent?
;Keruziel: It will not save your soul. But it may cleanse it.
;S-Eyu: Not interested. Everything I've done has been to survive. To return home.
;Keruziel: It is useless to lie here.
;S-Eyu: Shut up. I have a family out there. A place to go back to.
;Keruziel: Continue. Delude yourself. Such whispers have no power here.
;S-Eyu: You have no idea how long I've been away. With only myself as company. That's not living. I wanted only to live again.To me, that is no sin. Do you condemn animals for killing to survive?
;Keruziel: Be you a dog, clinging to life with fear in your heart? Or be you a man?
;S-Eyu: Some have called me something like a god.
A curtain of flame rises in front of him, halting his progress. Where it lowers stands Keruziel, staring into him, the light from his eyes reflecting on her ivory ones.
;Keruziel: Therein lies your hubris.Come, another step. Face judgment.
;S-Eyu: No thanks. I'll die when I need to. This isn't the time. Or the place.
;Keruziel: Think you a mere human has such a right to decide?You will be judged. You will be bent.
;S-Eyu: ...Maybe so. But I do have the right to fight it.Come, try and burn me. You won't find it easy.
Something like a laugh echoes through the halls of the burning sanctuary, though Keruziel's visage remains as still as ever.
;Keruziel: That is why you will never be more than a man.	
Though the flames sear from even the outside, S-Eyu walks into the temple of his own accord. Keruziel, he realizes, stands behind him, blocking the way out.
;S-Eyu: Another prison. Another merciless warden. Will I be given a reason for my sentence, this time? An estimate of years before my execution?
;Keruziel: Do not feign ignorance this time, mortal.
;S-Eyu: I've not been called mortal in a long time.Is that my crime, then? Being born like this? With this curse? I expected more nuance.
;Keruziel: The sins of your fathers are not all you have wrought.
S-Eyu walks deeper into the temple, followed by the shadow of the angel towering over him. The flames lick at his cloak.
;S-Eyu: What exactly do you want from me? Do you expect me to repent?
;Keruziel: It will not save your soul. But it may cleanse it.
;S-Eyu: Not interested. Everything I've done has been to survive. To return home.
;Keruziel: It is useless to lie here.
;S-Eyu: Shut up. I have a family out there. A place to go back to.
;Keruziel: Continue. Delude yourself. Such whispers have no power here.
;S-Eyu: You have no idea how long I've been away. With only myself as company. That's not living. I wanted only to live again.To me, that is no sin. Do you condemn animals for killing to survive?
;Keruziel: Be you a dog, clinging to life with fear in your heart? Or be you a man?
;S-Eyu: Some have called me something like a god.
A curtain of flame rises in front of him, halting his progress. Where it lowers stands Keruziel, staring into him, the light from his eyes reflecting on her ivory ones.
;Keruziel: Therein lies your hubris.Come, another step. Face judgment.
;S-Eyu: No thanks. I'll die when I need to. This isn't the time. Or the place.
;Keruziel: Think you a mere human has such a right to decide?You will be judged. You will be bent.
;S-Eyu: ...Maybe so. But I do have the right to fight it.Come, try and burn me. You won't find it easy.
Something like a laugh echoes through the halls of the burning sanctuary, though Keruziel's visage remains as still as ever.
;Keruziel: That is why you will never be more than a man.	
Though the flames sear from even the outside, S-Eyu walks into the temple of his own accord. Keruziel, he realizes, stands behind him, blocking the way out.
;S-Eyu: Another prison. Another merciless warden. Will I be given a reason for my sentence, this time? An estimate of years before my execution?
;Keruziel: Do not feign ignorance this time, mortal.
;S-Eyu: I've not been called mortal in a long time.Is that my crime, then? Being born like this? With this curse? I expected more nuance.
;Keruziel: The sins of your fathers are not all you have wrought.
S-Eyu walks deeper into the temple, followed by the shadow of the angel towering over him. The flames lick at his cloak.
;S-Eyu: What exactly do you want from me? Do you expect me to repent?
;Keruziel: It will not save your soul. But it may cleanse it.
;S-Eyu: Not interested. Everything I've done has been to survive. To return home.
;Keruziel: It is useless to lie here.
;S-Eyu: Shut up. I have a family out there. A place to go back to.
;Keruziel: Continue. Delude yourself. Such whispers have no power here.
;S-Eyu: You have no idea how long I've been away. With only myself as company. That's not living. I wanted only to live again.To me, that is no sin. Do you condemn animals for killing to survive?
;Keruziel: Be you a dog, clinging to life with fear in your heart? Or be you a man?
;S-Eyu: Some have called me something like a god.
A curtain of flame rises in front of him, halting his progress. Where it lowers stands Keruziel, staring into him, the light from his eyes reflecting on her ivory ones.
;Keruziel: Therein lies your hubris.Come, another step. Face judgment.
;S-Eyu: No thanks. I'll die when I need to. This isn't the time. Or the place.
;Keruziel: Think you a mere human has such a right to decide?You will be judged. You will be bent.
;S-Eyu: ...Maybe so. But I do have the right to fight it.Come, try and burn me. You won't find it easy.
Something like a laugh echoes through the halls of the burning sanctuary, though Keruziel's visage remains as still as ever.
;Keruziel: That is why you will never be more than a man.	
==Solace==
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To prevent Solace from flight, Keruziel sets even the sky aflame. She appears to the construct when it enters the temple and inspects the friezes.
;Keruziel: It befits not man to install himself as God.
;Solace: When God is absent, one must fulfill One's function \ Would you not agree, remnant of Belias?
;Keruziel: I alone carry the flame. I alone suffice. 
;Solace: Loneliness is far more difficult to conquer \ Than sin
;Keruziel: All sin. Some in solitude, some in scores.
Solace drifts over to the depiction of Keruziel with a gathering of children.
;Solace: They sin because they fear \ When there is no fear, there will be no sin
;Keruziel: You speak always of futures. They do not excuse your past.
;Solace: Error is a statistical expectation of our simulations \ Archives will be updated accordingly once grace is achieved
The room flares in twin lights as both inhabitants kindle power in their hands. Solace holds a jade projection of a rotating planet; Keruziel, a blinding white ember.
;Keruziel: I sense no remorse from even the vestige of humanity that remains within you. No matter. Remorse is not a requisite for judgment.
;Solace: We sense in you no patience \ All things are corrected, in time
;Keruziel: It is not your place to decide the hour. Not here. 
Keruziel's featureless eyes gleam golden for a moment as she passes the giant statue in her likeness. An image of a thin, seated figure materializes in fire before Solace. It stares hauntingly at the array of ghostly flames stretched before their heavenly host. With a trembling hand that is forced to still, the figure dismisses the flames into particles of data, then returns to a dust of data itself. Keruziel returns the alabaster flames to herself, and the pearls that are her eyes seem ever more alien.
;Solace: You would judge the wishes of many \ For the sins of one?
;Keruziel: With you, Sonthi Mahidol, there is no distinction.	
To prevent Solace from flight, Keruziel sets even the sky aflame. She appears to the construct when it enters the temple and inspects the friezes.
;Keruziel: It befits not man to install himself as God.
;Solace: When God is absent, one must fulfill One's function \ Would you not agree, remnant of Belias?
;Keruziel: I alone carry the flame. I alone suffice. 
;Solace: Loneliness is far more difficult to conquer \ Than sin
;Keruziel: All sin. Some in solitude, some in scores.
Solace drifts over to the depiction of Keruziel with a gathering of children.
;Solace: They sin because they fear \ When there is no fear, there will be no sin
;Keruziel: You speak always of futures. They do not excuse your past.
;Solace: Error is a statistical expectation of our simulations \ Archives will be updated accordingly once grace is achieved
The room flares in twin lights as both inhabitants kindle power in their hands. Solace holds a jade projection of a rotating planet; Keruziel, a blinding white ember.
;Keruziel: I sense no remorse from even the vestige of humanity that remains within you. No matter. Remorse is not a requisite for judgment.
;Solace: We sense in you no patience \ All things are corrected, in time
;Keruziel: It is not your place to decide the hour. Not here. 
Keruziel's featureless eyes gleam golden for a moment as she passes the giant statue in her likeness. An image of a thin, seated figure materializes in fire before Solace. It stares hauntingly at the array of ghostly flames stretched before their heavenly host. With a trembling hand that is forced to still, the figure dismisses the flames into particles of data, then returns to a dust of data itself. Keruziel returns the alabaster flames to herself, and the pearls that are her eyes seem ever more alien.
;Solace: You would judge the wishes of many \ For the sins of one?
;Keruziel: With you, Sonthi Mahidol, there is no distinction.	
To prevent Solace from flight, Keruziel sets even the sky aflame. She appears to the construct when it enters the temple and inspects the friezes.
;Keruziel: It befits not man to install himself as God.
;Solace: When God is absent, one must fulfill One's function \ Would you not agree, remnant of Belias?
;Keruziel: I alone carry the flame. I alone suffice. 
;Solace: Loneliness is far more difficult to conquer \ Than sin
;Keruziel: All sin. Some in solitude, some in scores.
Solace drifts over to the depiction of Keruziel with a gathering of children.
;Solace: They sin because they fear \ When there is no fear, there will be no sin
;Keruziel: You speak always of futures. They do not excuse your past.
;Solace: Error is a statistical expectation of our simulations \ Archives will be updated accordingly once grace is achieved
The room flares in twin lights as both inhabitants kindle power in their hands. Solace holds a jade projection of a rotating planet; Keruziel, a blinding white ember.
;Keruziel: I sense no remorse from even the vestige of humanity that remains within you. No matter. Remorse is not a requisite for judgment.
;Solace: We sense in you no patience \ All things are corrected, in time
;Keruziel: It is not your place to decide the hour. Not here. 
Keruziel's featureless eyes gleam golden for a moment as she passes the giant statue in her likeness. An image of a thin, seated figure materializes in fire before Solace. It stares hauntingly at the array of ghostly flames stretched before their heavenly host. With a trembling hand that is forced to still, the figure dismisses the flames into particles of data, then returns to a dust of data itself. Keruziel returns the alabaster flames to herself, and the pearls that are her eyes seem ever more alien.
;Solace: You would judge the wishes of many \ For the sins of one?
;Keruziel: With you, Sonthi Mahidol, there is no distinction.	
To prevent Solace from flight, Keruziel sets even the sky aflame. She appears to the construct when it enters the temple and inspects the friezes.
;Keruziel: It befits not man to install himself as God.
;Solace: When God is absent, one must fulfill One's function \ Would you not agree, remnant of Belias?
;Keruziel: I alone carry the flame. I alone suffice. 
;Solace: Loneliness is far more difficult to conquer \ Than sin
;Keruziel: All sin. Some in solitude, some in scores.
Solace drifts over to the depiction of Keruziel with a gathering of children.
;Solace: They sin because they fear \ When there is no fear, there will be no sin
;Keruziel: You speak always of futures. They do not excuse your past.
;Solace: Error is a statistical expectation of our simulations \ Archives will be updated accordingly once grace is achieved
The room flares in twin lights as both inhabitants kindle power in their hands. Solace holds a jade projection of a rotating planet; Keruziel, a blinding white ember.
;Keruziel: I sense no remorse from even the vestige of humanity that remains within you. No matter. Remorse is not a requisite for judgment.
;Solace: We sense in you no patience \ All things are corrected, in time
;Keruziel: It is not your place to decide the hour. Not here. 
Keruziel's featureless eyes gleam golden for a moment as she passes the giant statue in her likeness. An image of a thin, seated figure materializes in fire before Solace. It stares hauntingly at the array of ghostly flames stretched before their heavenly host. With a trembling hand that is forced to still, the figure dismisses the flames into particles of data, then returns to a dust of data itself. Keruziel returns the alabaster flames to herself, and the pearls that are her eyes seem ever more alien.
;Solace: You would judge the wishes of many \ For the sins of one?
;Keruziel: With you, Sonthi Mahidol, there is no distinction.	
To prevent Solace from flight, Keruziel sets even the sky aflame. She appears to the construct when it enters the temple and inspects the friezes.
;Keruziel: It befits not man to install himself as God.
;Solace: When God is absent, one must fulfill One's function \ Would you not agree, remnant of Belias?
;Keruziel: I alone carry the flame. I alone suffice. 
;Solace: Loneliness is far more difficult to conquer \ Than sin
;Keruziel: All sin. Some in solitude, some in scores.
Solace drifts over to the depiction of Keruziel with a gathering of children.
;Solace: They sin because they fear \ When there is no fear, there will be no sin
;Keruziel: You speak always of futures. They do not excuse your past.
;Solace: Error is a statistical expectation of our simulations \ Archives will be updated accordingly once grace is achieved
The room flares in twin lights as both inhabitants kindle power in their hands. Solace holds a jade projection of a rotating planet; Keruziel, a blinding white ember.
;Keruziel: I sense no remorse from even the vestige of humanity that remains within you. No matter. Remorse is not a requisite for judgment.
;Solace: We sense in you no patience \ All things are corrected, in time
;Keruziel: It is not your place to decide the hour. Not here. 
Keruziel's featureless eyes gleam golden for a moment as she passes the giant statue in her likeness. An image of a thin, seated figure materializes in fire before Solace. It stares hauntingly at the array of ghostly flames stretched before their heavenly host. With a trembling hand that is forced to still, the figure dismisses the flames into particles of data, then returns to a dust of data itself. Keruziel returns the alabaster flames to herself, and the pearls that are her eyes seem ever more alien.
;Solace: You would judge the wishes of many \ For the sins of one?
;Keruziel: With you, Sonthi Mahidol, there is no distinction.	
To prevent Solace from flight, Keruziel sets even the sky aflame. She appears to the construct when it enters the temple and inspects the friezes.
;Keruziel: It befits not man to install himself as God.
;Solace: When God is absent, one must fulfill One's function \ Would you not agree, remnant of Belias?
;Keruziel: I alone carry the flame. I alone suffice. 
;Solace: Loneliness is far more difficult to conquer \ Than sin
;Keruziel: All sin. Some in solitude, some in scores.
Solace drifts over to the depiction of Keruziel with a gathering of children.
;Solace: They sin because they fear \ When there is no fear, there will be no sin
;Keruziel: You speak always of futures. They do not excuse your past.
;Solace: Error is a statistical expectation of our simulations \ Archives will be updated accordingly once grace is achieved
The room flares in twin lights as both inhabitants kindle power in their hands. Solace holds a jade projection of a rotating planet; Keruziel, a blinding white ember.
;Keruziel: I sense no remorse from even the vestige of humanity that remains within you. No matter. Remorse is not a requisite for judgment.
;Solace: We sense in you no patience \ All things are corrected, in time
;Keruziel: It is not your place to decide the hour. Not here. 
Keruziel's featureless eyes gleam golden for a moment as she passes the giant statue in her likeness. An image of a thin, seated figure materializes in fire before Solace. It stares hauntingly at the array of ghostly flames stretched before their heavenly host. With a trembling hand that is forced to still, the figure dismisses the flames into particles of data, then returns to a dust of data itself. Keruziel returns the alabaster flames to herself, and the pearls that are her eyes seem ever more alien.
;Solace: You would judge the wishes of many \ For the sins of one?
;Keruziel: With you, Sonthi Mahidol, there is no distinction.	
To prevent Solace from flight, Keruziel sets even the sky aflame. She appears to the construct when it enters the temple and inspects the friezes.
;Keruziel: It befits not man to install himself as God.
;Solace: When God is absent, one must fulfill One's function \ Would you not agree, remnant of Belias?
;Keruziel: I alone carry the flame. I alone suffice. 
;Solace: Loneliness is far more difficult to conquer \ Than sin
;Keruziel: All sin. Some in solitude, some in scores.
Solace drifts over to the depiction of Keruziel with a gathering of children.
;Solace: They sin because they fear \ When there is no fear, there will be no sin
;Keruziel: You speak always of futures. They do not excuse your past.
;Solace: Error is a statistical expectation of our simulations \ Archives will be updated accordingly once grace is achieved
The room flares in twin lights as both inhabitants kindle power in their hands. Solace holds a jade projection of a rotating planet; Keruziel, a blinding white ember.
;Keruziel: I sense no remorse from even the vestige of humanity that remains within you. No matter. Remorse is not a requisite for judgment.
;Solace: We sense in you no patience \ All things are corrected, in time
;Keruziel: It is not your place to decide the hour. Not here. 
Keruziel's featureless eyes gleam golden for a moment as she passes the giant statue in her likeness. An image of a thin, seated figure materializes in fire before Solace. It stares hauntingly at the array of ghostly flames stretched before their heavenly host. With a trembling hand that is forced to still, the figure dismisses the flames into particles of data, then returns to a dust of data itself. Keruziel returns the alabaster flames to herself, and the pearls that are her eyes seem ever more alien.
;Solace: You would judge the wishes of many \ For the sins of one?
;Keruziel: With you, Sonthi Mahidol, there is no distinction.	
==Sorrow==
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When Sorrow enters Keruziel's Domain, the flames will be at their lowest. Keruziel will not appear until Sorrow makes his way to the dry, stony bed that was once a river. Once he does, the flames will surge forth.
Sorrow tenses and the pattern inside his orb swirls, but there is no fear in his eyes.
;Sorrow: Sa?
Keruziel manifests from a swirl of flame.
;Keruziel: No.
;Sorrow: Are you here to judge me? That's what I've been told.
;Keruziel: Someone else has already judged you.
;Sorrow: ...Sa.
;Keruziel: No.
:But he has marked you.
Fire sweeps across the screen, to be quenched a wave of water. A younger Sorrow walks through the wave across a drenched field, scattered with the bodies of the drowned.
;Keruziel: Do you blame these deeds on Saturnius?
;Sorrow: How could I? I was the one who struck them down.
;Keruziel: By his orders.
;Sorrow: I did as I was asked, not ordered.
;Keruziel: And that is why your judgement does not belong to Saturnius.
;Sorrow: Then who?
;Keruziel: You know. To tell me is part of your judgement.
;Sorrow: ...
:Amala.
;Keruziel: Yes.
;Sorrow: I-
:...
:What did Amala do to me?
;Keruziel: She took away your memory. All that was you: all that she had loved and grew to despise. She threw you to your enemies, then cast you into exile. A forgotten rag with no past and no future, to die in dust. That was her judgement of you. Do you deserve such treatment?
;Sorrow: Yes. No. Does anyone deserve that? 
:If Amala thought I did, then I did. 
;Keruziel: Be true to your name. Tell me, Verity, what did you feel when Amala took away your memory?
;Sorrow: ...relief. I felt relief.
;Keruziel: And so you were not truly judged. Merely marked.
:Then who is it who owns your judgement?
:Your love and your brother have marked you, Verity of the Seven Fields, but who is it who owns your soul?
;Sorrow: ...
;Sorrow: I do.
But it is too late to reply, for Keruziel has already vanished, and Sorrow utters his words to a vestige of smoke that dissolves into the wind.	
When Sorrow enters Keruziel's Domain, the flames will be at their lowest. Keruziel will not appear until Sorrow makes his way to the dry, stony bed that was once a river. Once he does, the flames will surge forth.
Sorrow tenses and the pattern inside his orb swirls, but there is no fear in his eyes.
;Sorrow: Sa?
Keruziel manifests from a swirl of flame.
;Keruziel: No.
;Sorrow: Are you here to judge me? That's what I've been told.
;Keruziel: Someone else has already judged you.
;Sorrow: ...Sa.
;Keruziel: No.
:But he has marked you.
Fire sweeps across the screen, to be quenched a wave of water. A younger Sorrow walks through the wave across a drenched field, scattered with the bodies of the drowned.
;Keruziel: Do you blame these deeds on Saturnius?
;Sorrow: How could I? I was the one who struck them down.
;Keruziel: By his orders.
;Sorrow: I did as I was asked, not ordered.
;Keruziel: And that is why your judgement does not belong to Saturnius.
;Sorrow: Then who?
;Keruziel: You know. To tell me is part of your judgement.
;Sorrow: ...
:Amala.
;Keruziel: Yes.
;Sorrow: I-
:...
:What did Amala do to me?
;Keruziel: She took away your memory. All that was you: all that she had loved and grew to despise. She threw you to your enemies, then cast you into exile. A forgotten rag with no past and no future, to die in dust. That was her judgement of you. Do you deserve such treatment?
;Sorrow: Yes. No. Does anyone deserve that? 
:If Amala thought I did, then I did. 
;Keruziel: Be true to your name. Tell me, Verity, what did you feel when Amala took away your memory?
;Sorrow: ...relief. I felt relief.
;Keruziel: And so you were not truly judged. Merely marked.
:Then who is it who owns your judgement?
:Your love and your brother have marked you, Verity of the Seven Fields, but who is it who owns your soul?
;Sorrow: ...
;Sorrow: I do.
But it is too late to reply, for Keruziel has already vanished, and Sorrow utters his words to a vestige of smoke that dissolves into the wind.	
When Sorrow enters Keruziel's Domain, the flames will be at their lowest. Keruziel will not appear until Sorrow makes his way to the dry, stony bed that was once a river. Once he does, the flames will surge forth.
Sorrow tenses and the pattern inside his orb swirls, but there is no fear in his eyes.
;Sorrow: Sa?
Keruziel manifests from a swirl of flame.
;Keruziel: No.
;Sorrow: Are you here to judge me? That's what I've been told.
;Keruziel: Someone else has already judged you.
;Sorrow: ...Sa.
;Keruziel: No.
:But he has marked you.
Fire sweeps across the screen, to be quenched a wave of water. A younger Sorrow walks through the wave across a drenched field, scattered with the bodies of the drowned.
;Keruziel: Do you blame these deeds on Saturnius?
;Sorrow: How could I? I was the one who struck them down.
;Keruziel: By his orders.
;Sorrow: I did as I was asked, not ordered.
;Keruziel: And that is why your judgement does not belong to Saturnius.
;Sorrow: Then who?
;Keruziel: You know. To tell me is part of your judgement.
;Sorrow: ...
:Amala.
;Keruziel: Yes.
;Sorrow: I-
:...
:What did Amala do to me?
;Keruziel: She took away your memory. All that was you: all that she had loved and grew to despise. She threw you to your enemies, then cast you into exile. A forgotten rag with no past and no future, to die in dust. That was her judgement of you. Do you deserve such treatment?
;Sorrow: Yes. No. Does anyone deserve that? 
:If Amala thought I did, then I did. 
;Keruziel: Be true to your name. Tell me, Verity, what did you feel when Amala took away your memory?
;Sorrow: ...relief. I felt relief.
;Keruziel: And so you were not truly judged. Merely marked.
:Then who is it who owns your judgement?
:Your love and your brother have marked you, Verity of the Seven Fields, but who is it who owns your soul?
;Sorrow: ...
;Sorrow: I do.
But it is too late to reply, for Keruziel has already vanished, and Sorrow utters his words to a vestige of smoke that dissolves into the wind.	
When Sorrow enters Keruziel's Domain, the flames will be at their lowest. Keruziel will not appear until Sorrow makes his way to the dry, stony bed that was once a river. Once he does, the flames will surge forth.
Sorrow tenses and the pattern inside his orb swirls, but there is no fear in his eyes.
;Sorrow: Sa?
Keruziel manifests from a swirl of flame.
;Keruziel: No.
;Sorrow: Are you here to judge me? That's what I've been told.
;Keruziel: Someone else has already judged you.
;Sorrow: ...Sa.
;Keruziel: No.
:But he has marked you.
Fire sweeps across the screen, to be quenched a wave of water. A younger Sorrow walks through the wave across a drenched field, scattered with the bodies of the drowned.
;Keruziel: Do you blame these deeds on Saturnius?
;Sorrow: How could I? I was the one who struck them down.
;Keruziel: By his orders.
;Sorrow: I did as I was asked, not ordered.
;Keruziel: And that is why your judgement does not belong to Saturnius.
;Sorrow: Then who?
;Keruziel: You know. To tell me is part of your judgement.
;Sorrow: ...
:Amala.
;Keruziel: Yes.
;Sorrow: I-
:...
:What did Amala do to me?
;Keruziel: She took away your memory. All that was you: all that she had loved and grew to despise. She threw you to your enemies, then cast you into exile. A forgotten rag with no past and no future, to die in dust. That was her judgement of you. Do you deserve such treatment?
;Sorrow: Yes. No. Does anyone deserve that? 
:If Amala thought I did, then I did. 
;Keruziel: Be true to your name. Tell me, Verity, what did you feel when Amala took away your memory?
;Sorrow: ...relief. I felt relief.
;Keruziel: And so you were not truly judged. Merely marked.
:Then who is it who owns your judgement?
:Your love and your brother have marked you, Verity of the Seven Fields, but who is it who owns your soul?
;Sorrow: ...
;Sorrow: I do.
But it is too late to reply, for Keruziel has already vanished, and Sorrow utters his words to a vestige of smoke that dissolves into the wind.	
When Sorrow enters Keruziel's Domain, the flames will be at their lowest. Keruziel will not appear until Sorrow makes his way to the dry, stony bed that was once a river. Once he does, the flames will surge forth.
Sorrow tenses and the pattern inside his orb swirls, but there is no fear in his eyes.
;Sorrow: Sa?
Keruziel manifests from a swirl of flame.
;Keruziel: No.
;Sorrow: Are you here to judge me? That's what I've been told.
;Keruziel: Someone else has already judged you.
;Sorrow: ...Sa.
;Keruziel: No.
:But he has marked you.
Fire sweeps across the screen, to be quenched a wave of water. A younger Sorrow walks through the wave across a drenched field, scattered with the bodies of the drowned.
;Keruziel: Do you blame these deeds on Saturnius?
;Sorrow: How could I? I was the one who struck them down.
;Keruziel: By his orders.
;Sorrow: I did as I was asked, not ordered.
;Keruziel: And that is why your judgement does not belong to Saturnius.
;Sorrow: Then who?
;Keruziel: You know. To tell me is part of your judgement.
;Sorrow: ...
:Amala.
;Keruziel: Yes.
;Sorrow: I-
:...
:What did Amala do to me?
;Keruziel: She took away your memory. All that was you: all that she had loved and grew to despise. She threw you to your enemies, then cast you into exile. A forgotten rag with no past and no future, to die in dust. That was her judgement of you. Do you deserve such treatment?
;Sorrow: Yes. No. Does anyone deserve that? 
:If Amala thought I did, then I did. 
;Keruziel: Be true to your name. Tell me, Verity, what did you feel when Amala took away your memory?
;Sorrow: ...relief. I felt relief.
;Keruziel: And so you were not truly judged. Merely marked.
:Then who is it who owns your judgement?
:Your love and your brother have marked you, Verity of the Seven Fields, but who is it who owns your soul?
;Sorrow: ...
;Sorrow: I do.
But it is too late to reply, for Keruziel has already vanished, and Sorrow utters his words to a vestige of smoke that dissolves into the wind.	
When Sorrow enters Keruziel's Domain, the flames will be at their lowest. Keruziel will not appear until Sorrow makes his way to the dry, stony bed that was once a river. Once he does, the flames will surge forth.
Sorrow tenses and the pattern inside his orb swirls, but there is no fear in his eyes.
;Sorrow: Sa?
Keruziel manifests from a swirl of flame.
;Keruziel: No.
;Sorrow: Are you here to judge me? That's what I've been told.
;Keruziel: Someone else has already judged you.
;Sorrow: ...Sa.
;Keruziel: No.
:But he has marked you.
Fire sweeps across the screen, to be quenched a wave of water. A younger Sorrow walks through the wave across a drenched field, scattered with the bodies of the drowned.
;Keruziel: Do you blame these deeds on Saturnius?
;Sorrow: How could I? I was the one who struck them down.
;Keruziel: By his orders.
;Sorrow: I did as I was asked, not ordered.
;Keruziel: And that is why your judgement does not belong to Saturnius.
;Sorrow: Then who?
;Keruziel: You know. To tell me is part of your judgement.
;Sorrow: ...
:Amala.
;Keruziel: Yes.
;Sorrow: I-
:...
:What did Amala do to me?
;Keruziel: She took away your memory. All that was you: all that she had loved and grew to despise. She threw you to your enemies, then cast you into exile. A forgotten rag with no past and no future, to die in dust. That was her judgement of you. Do you deserve such treatment?
;Sorrow: Yes. No. Does anyone deserve that? 
:If Amala thought I did, then I did. 
;Keruziel: Be true to your name. Tell me, Verity, what did you feel when Amala took away your memory?
;Sorrow: ...relief. I felt relief.
;Keruziel: And so you were not truly judged. Merely marked.
:Then who is it who owns your judgement?
:Your love and your brother have marked you, Verity of the Seven Fields, but who is it who owns your soul?
;Sorrow: ...
;Sorrow: I do.
But it is too late to reply, for Keruziel has already vanished, and Sorrow utters his words to a vestige of smoke that dissolves into the wind.	
When Sorrow enters Keruziel's Domain, the flames will be at their lowest. Keruziel will not appear until Sorrow makes his way to the dry, stony bed that was once a river. Once he does, the flames will surge forth.
Sorrow tenses and the pattern inside his orb swirls, but there is no fear in his eyes.
;Sorrow: Sa?
Keruziel manifests from a swirl of flame.
;Keruziel: No.
;Sorrow: Are you here to judge me? That's what I've been told.
;Keruziel: Someone else has already judged you.
;Sorrow: ...Sa.
;Keruziel: No.
:But he has marked you.
Fire sweeps across the screen, to be quenched a wave of water. A younger Sorrow walks through the wave across a drenched field, scattered with the bodies of the drowned.
;Keruziel: Do you blame these deeds on Saturnius?
;Sorrow: How could I? I was the one who struck them down.
;Keruziel: By his orders.
;Sorrow: I did as I was asked, not ordered.
;Keruziel: And that is why your judgement does not belong to Saturnius.
;Sorrow: Then who?
;Keruziel: You know. To tell me is part of your judgement.
;Sorrow: ...
:Amala.
;Keruziel: Yes.
;Sorrow: I-
:...
:What did Amala do to me?
;Keruziel: She took away your memory. All that was you: all that she had loved and grew to despise. She threw you to your enemies, then cast you into exile. A forgotten rag with no past and no future, to die in dust. That was her judgement of you. Do you deserve such treatment?
;Sorrow: Yes. No. Does anyone deserve that? 
:If Amala thought I did, then I did. 
;Keruziel: Be true to your name. Tell me, Verity, what did you feel when Amala took away your memory?
;Sorrow: ...relief. I felt relief.
;Keruziel: And so you were not truly judged. Merely marked.
:Then who is it who owns your judgement?
:Your love and your brother have marked you, Verity of the Seven Fields, but who is it who owns your soul?
;Sorrow: ...
;Sorrow: I do.
But it is too late to reply, for Keruziel has already vanished, and Sorrow utters his words to a vestige of smoke that dissolves into the wind.	
==Varcadia==
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At the heart of the Temple Varcadia finds a chamber filled with statues of herself, all with their eyes closed. When she approaches the center of the room, the idols spontaneously combust, and Keruziel enters the chamber from behind.
;Varcadia: We knew this would happen.
;Keruziel: Then you know what I will do.
;Varcadia: We have a forecast. We are no strangers to infallible destinies.
;Keruziel: It is you I speak to. Not the ones that have come before.
Varcadia turns, and looks the angel in the face. There is even less humanity in Keruziel's visage than Varcadia's.
;Varcadia: There is no difference. I am a temporary vessel. We are a soul.
;Keruziel: You have blinded even yourself, mortal.
;Varcadia: If only we were. Our vision is nothing but acute. Such is our curse. There is nothing we do not see.
;Keruziel: Yet you do not see the arrogance in a temporary vessel daring to tamper with permanent forces?
;Varcadia: There is suffering in permanence. We have loved so much, and lost it all. Again and again. We... we are tired of this state. This loneliness.Is that why you keep your eyes shut now?
;Keruziel: Silence. We are not the same.
;Varcadia: No? 
Varcadia approaches the angel, who has yet to move even an inch.
;Varcadia: You have been abandoned by your god, too.
;Keruziel: Distance does not diminish faith. And still I act, with justice.
;Varcadia: Have we not? 
;Keruziel: There is no justice in murder.
;Varcadia: There is mercy. We have seen the horrors the Tyrants endure, and perpetuate. We have felt firsthand the hell of the prison called "existence". And we have chosen to set the others free.
The statues, still burning, begin to whisper, all of them in Varcadia's voice. They speak in turn, uttering short syllables and unconventional sounds. It takes Varcadia a short minute to realize they are saying names. Hundreds of names, of those born with golden eyes. Whispers of dying screams echo through the shadows of the chamber. Varcadia smiles sadly.
;Keruziel: You know nothing of hell. Not you, who would rather erase your own soul than purify it. There can be no redemption without punishment.
;Varcadia: Have we not been punished enough?If nothing else... We have the right to destroy ourselves.
;Keruziel: You know nothing of yourself. Let me show you the meaning of abandonment.
She reaches out, her arm tangled with smoke. Then the fires are snuffed. The statues, and Keruziel, are gone. Everything is quiet, and Varcadia is alone.	
At the heart of the Temple Varcadia finds a chamber filled with statues of herself, all with their eyes closed. When she approaches the center of the room, the idols spontaneously combust, and Keruziel enters the chamber from behind.
;Varcadia: We knew this would happen.
;Keruziel: Then you know what I will do.
;Varcadia: We have a forecast. We are no strangers to infallible destinies.
;Keruziel: It is you I speak to. Not the ones that have come before.
Varcadia turns, and looks the angel in the face. There is even less humanity in Keruziel's visage than Varcadia's.
;Varcadia: There is no difference. I am a temporary vessel. We are a soul.
;Keruziel: You have blinded even yourself, mortal.
;Varcadia: If only we were. Our vision is nothing but acute. Such is our curse. There is nothing we do not see.
;Keruziel: Yet you do not see the arrogance in a temporary vessel daring to tamper with permanent forces?
;Varcadia: There is suffering in permanence. We have loved so much, and lost it all. Again and again. We... we are tired of this state. This loneliness.Is that why you keep your eyes shut now?
;Keruziel: Silence. We are not the same.
;Varcadia: No? 
Varcadia approaches the angel, who has yet to move even an inch.
;Varcadia: You have been abandoned by your god, too.
;Keruziel: Distance does not diminish faith. And still I act, with justice.
;Varcadia: Have we not? 
;Keruziel: There is no justice in murder.
;Varcadia: There is mercy. We have seen the horrors the Tyrants endure, and perpetuate. We have felt firsthand the hell of the prison called "existence". And we have chosen to set the others free.
The statues, still burning, begin to whisper, all of them in Varcadia's voice. They speak in turn, uttering short syllables and unconventional sounds. It takes Varcadia a short minute to realize they are saying names. Hundreds of names, of those born with golden eyes. Whispers of dying screams echo through the shadows of the chamber. Varcadia smiles sadly.
;Keruziel: You know nothing of hell. Not you, who would rather erase your own soul than purify it. There can be no redemption without punishment.
;Varcadia: Have we not been punished enough?If nothing else... We have the right to destroy ourselves.
;Keruziel: You know nothing of yourself. Let me show you the meaning of abandonment.
She reaches out, her arm tangled with smoke. Then the fires are snuffed. The statues, and Keruziel, are gone. Everything is quiet, and Varcadia is alone.	
At the heart of the Temple Varcadia finds a chamber filled with statues of herself, all with their eyes closed. When she approaches the center of the room, the idols spontaneously combust, and Keruziel enters the chamber from behind.
;Varcadia: We knew this would happen.
;Keruziel: Then you know what I will do.
;Varcadia: We have a forecast. We are no strangers to infallible destinies.
;Keruziel: It is you I speak to. Not the ones that have come before.
Varcadia turns, and looks the angel in the face. There is even less humanity in Keruziel's visage than Varcadia's.
;Varcadia: There is no difference. I am a temporary vessel. We are a soul.
;Keruziel: You have blinded even yourself, mortal.
;Varcadia: If only we were. Our vision is nothing but acute. Such is our curse. There is nothing we do not see.
;Keruziel: Yet you do not see the arrogance in a temporary vessel daring to tamper with permanent forces?
;Varcadia: There is suffering in permanence. We have loved so much, and lost it all. Again and again. We... we are tired of this state. This loneliness.Is that why you keep your eyes shut now?
;Keruziel: Silence. We are not the same.
;Varcadia: No? 
Varcadia approaches the angel, who has yet to move even an inch.
;Varcadia: You have been abandoned by your god, too.
;Keruziel: Distance does not diminish faith. And still I act, with justice.
;Varcadia: Have we not? 
;Keruziel: There is no justice in murder.
;Varcadia: There is mercy. We have seen the horrors the Tyrants endure, and perpetuate. We have felt firsthand the hell of the prison called "existence". And we have chosen to set the others free.
The statues, still burning, begin to whisper, all of them in Varcadia's voice. They speak in turn, uttering short syllables and unconventional sounds. It takes Varcadia a short minute to realize they are saying names. Hundreds of names, of those born with golden eyes. Whispers of dying screams echo through the shadows of the chamber. Varcadia smiles sadly.
;Keruziel: You know nothing of hell. Not you, who would rather erase your own soul than purify it. There can be no redemption without punishment.
;Varcadia: Have we not been punished enough?If nothing else... We have the right to destroy ourselves.
;Keruziel: You know nothing of yourself. Let me show you the meaning of abandonment.
She reaches out, her arm tangled with smoke. Then the fires are snuffed. The statues, and Keruziel, are gone. Everything is quiet, and Varcadia is alone.	
At the heart of the Temple Varcadia finds a chamber filled with statues of herself, all with their eyes closed. When she approaches the center of the room, the idols spontaneously combust, and Keruziel enters the chamber from behind.
;Varcadia: We knew this would happen.
;Keruziel: Then you know what I will do.
;Varcadia: We have a forecast. We are no strangers to infallible destinies.
;Keruziel: It is you I speak to. Not the ones that have come before.
Varcadia turns, and looks the angel in the face. There is even less humanity in Keruziel's visage than Varcadia's.
;Varcadia: There is no difference. I am a temporary vessel. We are a soul.
;Keruziel: You have blinded even yourself, mortal.
;Varcadia: If only we were. Our vision is nothing but acute. Such is our curse. There is nothing we do not see.
;Keruziel: Yet you do not see the arrogance in a temporary vessel daring to tamper with permanent forces?
;Varcadia: There is suffering in permanence. We have loved so much, and lost it all. Again and again. We... we are tired of this state. This loneliness.Is that why you keep your eyes shut now?
;Keruziel: Silence. We are not the same.
;Varcadia: No? 
Varcadia approaches the angel, who has yet to move even an inch.
;Varcadia: You have been abandoned by your god, too.
;Keruziel: Distance does not diminish faith. And still I act, with justice.
;Varcadia: Have we not? 
;Keruziel: There is no justice in murder.
;Varcadia: There is mercy. We have seen the horrors the Tyrants endure, and perpetuate. We have felt firsthand the hell of the prison called "existence". And we have chosen to set the others free.
The statues, still burning, begin to whisper, all of them in Varcadia's voice. They speak in turn, uttering short syllables and unconventional sounds. It takes Varcadia a short minute to realize they are saying names. Hundreds of names, of those born with golden eyes. Whispers of dying screams echo through the shadows of the chamber. Varcadia smiles sadly.
;Keruziel: You know nothing of hell. Not you, who would rather erase your own soul than purify it. There can be no redemption without punishment.
;Varcadia: Have we not been punished enough?If nothing else... We have the right to destroy ourselves.
;Keruziel: You know nothing of yourself. Let me show you the meaning of abandonment.
She reaches out, her arm tangled with smoke. Then the fires are snuffed. The statues, and Keruziel, are gone. Everything is quiet, and Varcadia is alone.	
At the heart of the Temple Varcadia finds a chamber filled with statues of herself, all with their eyes closed. When she approaches the center of the room, the idols spontaneously combust, and Keruziel enters the chamber from behind.
;Varcadia: We knew this would happen.
;Keruziel: Then you know what I will do.
;Varcadia: We have a forecast. We are no strangers to infallible destinies.
;Keruziel: It is you I speak to. Not the ones that have come before.
Varcadia turns, and looks the angel in the face. There is even less humanity in Keruziel's visage than Varcadia's.
;Varcadia: There is no difference. I am a temporary vessel. We are a soul.
;Keruziel: You have blinded even yourself, mortal.
;Varcadia: If only we were. Our vision is nothing but acute. Such is our curse. There is nothing we do not see.
;Keruziel: Yet you do not see the arrogance in a temporary vessel daring to tamper with permanent forces?
;Varcadia: There is suffering in permanence. We have loved so much, and lost it all. Again and again. We... we are tired of this state. This loneliness.Is that why you keep your eyes shut now?
;Keruziel: Silence. We are not the same.
;Varcadia: No? 
Varcadia approaches the angel, who has yet to move even an inch.
;Varcadia: You have been abandoned by your god, too.
;Keruziel: Distance does not diminish faith. And still I act, with justice.
;Varcadia: Have we not? 
;Keruziel: There is no justice in murder.
;Varcadia: There is mercy. We have seen the horrors the Tyrants endure, and perpetuate. We have felt firsthand the hell of the prison called "existence". And we have chosen to set the others free.
The statues, still burning, begin to whisper, all of them in Varcadia's voice. They speak in turn, uttering short syllables and unconventional sounds. It takes Varcadia a short minute to realize they are saying names. Hundreds of names, of those born with golden eyes. Whispers of dying screams echo through the shadows of the chamber. Varcadia smiles sadly.
;Keruziel: You know nothing of hell. Not you, who would rather erase your own soul than purify it. There can be no redemption without punishment.
;Varcadia: Have we not been punished enough?If nothing else... We have the right to destroy ourselves.
;Keruziel: You know nothing of yourself. Let me show you the meaning of abandonment.
She reaches out, her arm tangled with smoke. Then the fires are snuffed. The statues, and Keruziel, are gone. Everything is quiet, and Varcadia is alone.	
At the heart of the Temple Varcadia finds a chamber filled with statues of herself, all with their eyes closed. When she approaches the center of the room, the idols spontaneously combust, and Keruziel enters the chamber from behind.
;Varcadia: We knew this would happen.
;Keruziel: Then you know what I will do.
;Varcadia: We have a forecast. We are no strangers to infallible destinies.
;Keruziel: It is you I speak to. Not the ones that have come before.
Varcadia turns, and looks the angel in the face. There is even less humanity in Keruziel's visage than Varcadia's.
;Varcadia: There is no difference. I am a temporary vessel. We are a soul.
;Keruziel: You have blinded even yourself, mortal.
;Varcadia: If only we were. Our vision is nothing but acute. Such is our curse. There is nothing we do not see.
;Keruziel: Yet you do not see the arrogance in a temporary vessel daring to tamper with permanent forces?
;Varcadia: There is suffering in permanence. We have loved so much, and lost it all. Again and again. We... we are tired of this state. This loneliness.Is that why you keep your eyes shut now?
;Keruziel: Silence. We are not the same.
;Varcadia: No? 
Varcadia approaches the angel, who has yet to move even an inch.
;Varcadia: You have been abandoned by your god, too.
;Keruziel: Distance does not diminish faith. And still I act, with justice.
;Varcadia: Have we not? 
;Keruziel: There is no justice in murder.
;Varcadia: There is mercy. We have seen the horrors the Tyrants endure, and perpetuate. We have felt firsthand the hell of the prison called "existence". And we have chosen to set the others free.
The statues, still burning, begin to whisper, all of them in Varcadia's voice. They speak in turn, uttering short syllables and unconventional sounds. It takes Varcadia a short minute to realize they are saying names. Hundreds of names, of those born with golden eyes. Whispers of dying screams echo through the shadows of the chamber. Varcadia smiles sadly.
;Keruziel: You know nothing of hell. Not you, who would rather erase your own soul than purify it. There can be no redemption without punishment.
;Varcadia: Have we not been punished enough?If nothing else... We have the right to destroy ourselves.
;Keruziel: You know nothing of yourself. Let me show you the meaning of abandonment.
She reaches out, her arm tangled with smoke. Then the fires are snuffed. The statues, and Keruziel, are gone. Everything is quiet, and Varcadia is alone.	
At the heart of the Temple Varcadia finds a chamber filled with statues of herself, all with their eyes closed. When she approaches the center of the room, the idols spontaneously combust, and Keruziel enters the chamber from behind.
;Varcadia: We knew this would happen.
;Keruziel: Then you know what I will do.
;Varcadia: We have a forecast. We are no strangers to infallible destinies.
;Keruziel: It is you I speak to. Not the ones that have come before.
Varcadia turns, and looks the angel in the face. There is even less humanity in Keruziel's visage than Varcadia's.
;Varcadia: There is no difference. I am a temporary vessel. We are a soul.
;Keruziel: You have blinded even yourself, mortal.
;Varcadia: If only we were. Our vision is nothing but acute. Such is our curse. There is nothing we do not see.
;Keruziel: Yet you do not see the arrogance in a temporary vessel daring to tamper with permanent forces?
;Varcadia: There is suffering in permanence. We have loved so much, and lost it all. Again and again. We... we are tired of this state. This loneliness.Is that why you keep your eyes shut now?
;Keruziel: Silence. We are not the same.
;Varcadia: No? 
Varcadia approaches the angel, who has yet to move even an inch.
;Varcadia: You have been abandoned by your god, too.
;Keruziel: Distance does not diminish faith. And still I act, with justice.
;Varcadia: Have we not? 
;Keruziel: There is no justice in murder.
;Varcadia: There is mercy. We have seen the horrors the Tyrants endure, and perpetuate. We have felt firsthand the hell of the prison called "existence". And we have chosen to set the others free.
The statues, still burning, begin to whisper, all of them in Varcadia's voice. They speak in turn, uttering short syllables and unconventional sounds. It takes Varcadia a short minute to realize they are saying names. Hundreds of names, of those born with golden eyes. Whispers of dying screams echo through the shadows of the chamber. Varcadia smiles sadly.
;Keruziel: You know nothing of hell. Not you, who would rather erase your own soul than purify it. There can be no redemption without punishment.
;Varcadia: Have we not been punished enough?If nothing else... We have the right to destroy ourselves.
;Keruziel: You know nothing of yourself. Let me show you the meaning of abandonment.
She reaches out, her arm tangled with smoke. Then the fires are snuffed. The statues, and Keruziel, are gone. Everything is quiet, and Varcadia is alone.