Coming from here
Mission start
A rank - Meet with a faction leader
Double doors swung open releasing the sand storm's fury into the chapel as a cloaked figured stepped in, falling to his knees unconscious. Behind him a man in a white robe entered, stepping over the body, pushing the two doors shut behind him, blocking out the storm. Turning back to the alter, then man threw back his hood to reveal himself, Sin, the host of the one tailed beast. Walking forwards he took a seat at the front of the church on one of the wooden benches, resting his arms on the back of it, relaxing as he looked to the man at the front on the stand.
"Well, a visitor I didn't expect in such trying times. Your reputation precedes you, Sinthorus of the sand. It's a pleasure to have you in the company of our chapel." The man spoke, an elder man, mid 60s maybe, a deep voice, a powerful one. It commanded respect though echoed with confidence. He stood in a long black robe on with the same symbol as many Sin had faced in the past. He stood at the alter now, smiling.
"So you must be the 'saint' that runs this establishment. Your friend back there wasn't too forthcoming with information, so we had a little discussion. He'll wake soon, don't worry. Though as for you, who might you be?" Sin spoke gesturing to the man on the floor, a casual tone to his voice. He felt this was the best way to approach these situation.
"Well, it seems as though my manors fail me right now, they refer to me as Saint Augustine, the father of this chapel. It seems you haven't been a fan of the attention we shined on you in recent months, why might that be?" The Saint spoke calmly.
"Attention, what an interesting way to pose the threat to my life. Stalking me, consistent assaults, underhanded tactics... and maybe one small detail, but costing the life of my brother who cared for me for the entirety of my life. Please, though, do correct me if I'm missing something?" Sin posed the question, trying to mask his anger and hate as he wished to draw out information from this exchange. Every moment becoming more difficult.
"Dear boy, attention is the exact word. We sought you to relieve you of your burden. That beast is a curse making your life a living hell. It's purely a cursed weapon who destroys the lives of those around it, we simply wanted to save you from that. Now you're here, let us help you?" The Saint held out a hand as he finished his words.
Sin raised to his feet though walked away from the Saint, going around to the side of the room, looking at it's decorations. Stained glass showed a woman like being in the ocean with creatures rising. Others showed something, he wasn't sure what, a galaxy maybe? He continue round, seeing books older than he could even begin to guess. What was with this place. "My burden, you say? I'm pretty sure I never said these words, especially not to any bearing your symbols dear saint. As far as I'm aware, Shukaku, that's right, the weapon you speak of has a name. Though due to my recent... acquaintances, it seems that those lives destroyed around me weren't his doing. It seems that your dear comrades were responsible for that, or am I wrong in thinking you belong to the Cult of Nyx?" Sin turned to look back at the saint as he finished speaking.
As long pause followed as they made eye contact, Sin looking for any sign of reaction from the saint. "It seems the beast has fooled you into believing its a being that cares about your existence boy. You're clearly confused by..." The saint tried to reason, though he was cut off before he could continue.
"I swear if you mention Leon, I'll end your life in a heartbeat. So before you try to lie to me, take a moment to consider that. Your friends along the way have convinced me of several things. Many people seem to be very convincing as their hands hung in the balance, the scales weighing the truth against their lives. Now, let me be very clear about something, I know my father belonged to the cult. I know my brother is dead because of you all and I know you will hunt me until there is none of left as you have plans for this beast. So before you go on, tell me instead why I should spare your life? Tell me all you know about the Cult and I'll consider it." Sin's emotions came out as he spoke for a moment though he didn't let them consume him.
"Boy, If you just started with that, I would of told you anyway. The beast is a curse as it paints a target on your back that you will never get rid of. The only way out is handing it over to us or dying. It makes no difference to us. The cult is dedicated to returning the world to it's foundations. Humanity owes itself to the great sea mother, though you seem to forget it. The beast within you, is simply a tool, a mass of chakra we will use to fuel the release of Mother's creations. You dying or living means very little to us. Speaking of, I think it's time we do something about that...."
As he spoke a talisman began to glow on his chest, forming what looked like a shield around the priest. From here the ground all through the chapel began to glow a dark red. Sin's sand shot up around him but he didn't want to test his defences. In a swift movement he burst through the window, shattering it completely as he turned to a sand storm shooting off into the storm outside. From the chapel a pillar of light shot up to the sky, illuminating the entire area as Sin reformed looked on. He shielded his eyes due to the brightness. After a few moments the light was gone as Sin looked on, so was the chapel. There was no sign of destruction. What kind of technique was that? He wasn't sure but he knew he couldn't stay here. He turned and made his way through the storm.
Mission end.
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