As the door was kept open. The familiar scent of decay would come to roll over Zanto as he tried as hard as he could to keep his composure. He wasn’t sick, but the smell would cause his face to pale a little. The silver haired man catching sight of this would approach Zanto. Asking if he was alright. Zanto didn’t know if he wanted to respond or if he wanted to just leave the place before he was annoyed even more. Zanto would come over his negativity and was about to say that he needed the help of a healing mage, but before he could a man would interrupt him.
A man inside the church would catch sight of both him and the other guy. Looking, the man would begin to approach the doorway of the church. Zanto would assume he was the head of it since he wore the traditional black robes. On the outside he looked like a man of pure holiness, but on the inside no one could guess what he really was. In the past, Zanto had dealt with a priest that had sold him this forbidden magic. A magic that did it hardest to try and take over his body whenever he got even the slightest annoyed. The beast hadn’t taken over his body ever, but he could always feel the malice that it gave off.
“Amazing! Would you two men help me take care of these patients. I am in dire need of help.” Said the Father as he gave a look of sorrow and pity.
WC: 266
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