Augusta "In hoc signo vinces" Not a sound was made upon her entry. Not a head lifted from their prayers to see whom had entered, as it was meant to be. Augusta scanned the church, expecting more than what presented itself. A hearty disappointment, but one that was at this point to be expected in a piss town like this. Her time in Orchidia, an effort to as much scope out any points of interest, areas in which would enable her eventual conquest of the city to go unapposed, had been a meddling affair, to say the least. With any advantage she may have gathered for herself, at least twice as many obstacles presented themselves. Infuriating, to say the least. Too, if this were any indication of what she had to expect throughout the remainder of Fiore, she was not looking forward to any of this. Walking past the pews, Augusta looked upon those who held down their heads, examining them. Judging them. Peasants, drunkards, individuals who serve as little more than kindling for the inevitable flame that was to fall upon this city. Upon this country. Before the sermon there knelt a woman, dressed in rags no different than what Augusta had come to view from the workers who slaved away in the fields, racing against the inevitable winter that was to come. The woman prayed aloud, her words quiet enough such to not interrupt the others, but loud enough that Augusta could hear each word that echoed from her mouth, each sin she sought salvation towards. It made Augusta's blood boil how bastardized the Church had allowed things to become. Their inaction had allowed for this false sense of redemption to exist. This foolhardy idea that a simple repent would abolish an individual of their sins. Augusta knew all too well that this were not how one were redeemed; she had witnessed countless who had cried out their prayers before her, begging for mercy, for some sort of god to save them. They had become so blinded by their false impression of the faith that they had failed to recognize that whatever they believed as a god were standing before them? Augusta had come to offer them salvation; salvation from a miserable existence. That was their redemption. Redemption by fire. The woman who knelt before her got up from her prayer, turning her head to see Augusta, the face of disgust and disdain upon her. Cowering, the woman hastily left from the church as quickly as able, fearful of what might have angered Augusta so much. Turning her head only slightly, she watched as the woman fled, the burning desire to take out the instrument that she so securely possessed and treasured and show this woman the futility of her prayers seething through her. But, this woman's time would come eventually. There were no need for Levi to waste such a demonstration on such a small matter. Especially not on someone as insignificant as her. WRATH OF GOD |
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