Constance Log.

To Whom it May Concern.

One day I am sure to find my death, may it bring a semblance of peace to those it would benefit. My name is Constance , and I am a Blood Hunter. I search the world for monsters and supernatural threats. I find them and I kill them. If only it was ever as simple as that. I find myself in a place called Hope. A place I was told to seek out by my lord and savior, Zadkiel. Repentance is a penance that does not come easy for a sinner like me. Perhaps I shall be known by the trail of dead monsters I leave behind before I am remembered for the dark deeds that has filled much of my life. Zadkiel wishes that I find Hope. I did not expect for it to be an actual place, their words I once thought as figurative are quite literal. I heard tales of a monster in the fog, and I was brought deliverance. Some strange creature brought us swift purchase through the fog, only to bring us unto certain death. A winged beast struck down two of my party upon leaving the village. Murderbeak was the name given this creature. A strange mystic Tortle, Limwick brought them back, but changed and different from whence they were before. The Tortle seemed benign and I stayed my hand, unsure as to the will of the person. My compatriots and I continued our trek across the swamp and were met with foul incantation.

"For wisdom, seek the Waterfall of Tears.”

“You are cursed to remain here, jump from the top of Slowdown Falls to escape.”

What cryptic scripture is this? Does it purport to want our death? In the end I assume that it may. Our own shadows did truly try to slay us. I am afraid my companions are not made of as stern a stuff as I. The training, the pain, the suffering I went through in the convent, meant to be expressed tenfold upon that in which I would do battle. I cannot do this alone though. The trollkin cleric Arnalf seems dedicated to the cause, but I fear the others suffer so. His pious presence shall give him resolve against the horrors we face.

Zadkiel, my faith is being tested. Is this the true purpose in what is meant by finding Hope? Is when all Hope is lost that we find it? I watched Arnalf die, only to be brought back, not by the Tortle, but by divine right. Goddess Kayassit, of the Moon, brought Arnalf back in an ocular pool just outside entering the temple. Is this meant to challenge my resolve and duty? Zadkiel, are you not convinced in my resolve in the work I do in your name? This log I shall keep. A record of the things I kill in your name, a nun dedicated to repent for her sins and kill for the sins of others. I await to set out once again. Gather more numbers, gather more blood. We can blind and bind the beasts which bare ill will towards the innocent with the blood of the righteous and wicked alike. This time we will slay the beast!

Zadkiel be Praised. You will gift me with The Crimson Rite by which I shall work your violent flame. The violet flame is a miracle of God that helps everyone to purify all kinds of stagnated, misqualified, dark energy and turn it into the sparkling Light. This high-frequency spiritual flame easily penetrates the energy of the lower vibration, then accelerates the vibration of the atoms and brings the damaged energy field to a higher level of existence. It will shock and bring monsters to heel. This I promise and swear!

Hail Zadkiel, full of grace!