User blog:BTR180/Sanctus Venator

The most dangerous creation of society is the man who has nothing to loose.     - James A. Baldwin
Not once has he visited his home since that day. Not once has he even fathomed returning to the home once filled with such happy memories now filled with such pain and indignation. The horrid scene no longer screams at him, all he hears are muffled cries as he passes by the white sheets that protect any evidence and cover the overturned furniture. As he walks through the halls he recalls all the fond memories he's had...

Nezon: "Moooooom!"

Rhun: "Nezon, you know that I can tell when you've replaced something with yourself."

Kathra: "I did tell you to come clean sister."

Rhun: "Don't be priggish with your sister. You two should support each other not tear her down. Besides I know you were involved in replacing the vase."

"NO! No more! Always dwelling on the past! Always looking back on memories! What's wrong with you?" Jorge raises his fist and puches at the object nearest to him, but he stops. His heavy hand stops short of a painting of him and his family. It shakes violently as he slowly passes his hand over the faces in the painting with great care. "I'm sorry... I swore to never raise my hand against you and I won't start now."

"Remembering better days is a natural way to grieve fair champion. There is no reason for you to re-"

"I spend too much time dwelling on the past! I spend too much time in my mind that I let everything just pass my me. I let life pass by as I idly dwell on the past." He clenches his fist once more as he walks past his bedroom and into his study and to a small footlocker by the window. The floor creaks as he kneels down followed by the rustling of the locker. "There you are old friend. It's been a while old friend, don't worry, you won't be neglected for long. There's work to be done." In his hand is a small jar bathed in a dark red glow, a red flame with a black core flickers too and fro withing it's glass prison. It's tendrils flickering to and fro glowing brighter as Jorge touches the lid and cracks it's seal.

"Ah, the Ignis . So few unccorruped specimines remain in this world, are you sure that you wish to free it?"

"It's alright. Wormwood can handle itself, you did 'BLESS' it didn't you? Why else does it have such an eerie dark glow?"

"It's appearance mimicks your own fair champion, it feeds off your emotions and empowers them."

"Then there should be no problem, you do put the purest intentions when you gift me these powers."

"I do fair champion, but I fear your intentions are not."

Jorge leaves his home long before the sun rises and makes his way to his target, A channeler of faith and what appears to be her faithful knight... "Shame that they had to be such upstanding people, unfortunately they were good people and helped the wrong people."

"Must you punish the rightous fair champion? They were merely completing their duty to me and my people, our people."

Jorge is long gone by the time the Gendarme arrives at his home, whether they were searching for him or just continuing their investigation he does not know. But he does know that he must not be seen by them and if he is to catch his quarry he must move with haste. Her presence is faint but still detectable, he can see the light, the beacon of her faith beaming in the horison and he hurries to her. He bounds accross the fields and forrests of Cumbria to his target, the beam of her faith growing brighter the closer he get's. He never stops, he never tires, he never veers off the path of his target. Trees, boulders, rivers none offer any hinderance as he plows, smashes and stomps through them all.

Stars soar through the night sky, the clouds race in the sky and the ringing of crickets fill the late night as Jorge finally slows down and comes to a stop. In the distance he sees a small campfire and two silhouettes one male and one female. He kneels down and watches them from the ridge, the female has just layed down to rest while the knight continues to sit, his claymore resting against him.

"I'ts going to be a while but he has to sleep sometime, he may be a knight but he's still human and I have all the time of the world." Jorge goes prone and slides back into the brush to better conceal himself just as the knight looks to where he stood just moments before. The neveblinking eyes of Jorge gaze upon the knight resting at the bonfire, he's waiting for an opening, he's waiting for him to fall asleep.

"He has to sleep soon. They have a long journey ahead and they don't have a mount."

The knight in fluted armor starts to bob his head and in a few minutes slumps over resting his head against the cliff face.

"There..." Seeing his prey fall into slumber he makes his move. With the stealth and speed of a hunting snake he makes his way around the tall grass and down the side of the cliff. His armor makes no noise, his steps leave no imprint and the ignis that he brought along sparks to life. The deep red and black flames seem to have an darkening effect and absorb some of the light from the fire. He noiselessly makes his way past the knight and to the sleeping maiden but stops.

"I do not approve of what you plan to do fair champion. I strongly encourage you to leave these two poor souls alone."

Before Jorge can react the maiden stirs from her slumber and is awoken by the voice of the goddess."

"By the heavens! It's her!" She quickly turns around and prostrates before the visage of the goddess.

Jorge stands up in confusion as no one has ever been able to see her let alone hear her but his thought are cut short as the fluted knight tackles the titan to no avail.