First there was darkness, followed by light, and then clarity.
A young priest's eyes flashed with an attunement with his surroundings, like he took a sweet puff of life after a timely deficit.
He sat uniform in a Cavea, shoulder to shoulder with similar looking men and women adorning robes and gowns befitting a place to worship a deity, which was somewhat the case. The hall was indeed used for worship. However, the item of worship wasn't a god, but something much more sinister. What displayed itself in the middle of the hall could only be what one could call an abomination: a quadra-arm abomination with viscous horns and displaced eyes, ears, and other vaguely human characteristics. It was like looking at the visage of an abstract interpretation of what a person should look like, but fails heavily to replicate. That thing was bound in a ritualistic circle adorned with a plentitude of talismans that even then seem like they're only a mild inconvenience than an actual restraint. Furthermore, the pressure coming from the creature was sickeningly oppressive: It felt as if it alone was cursing my soul to shrivel and rot until I'm nothing but a somewhat recognizable pile of remains. The creature did seem passive, for the time being, but who knows how much longer that would be the case. The flow of time that felt as if it had halted in its entirety, had inversely continued its flow thanks to a stir near the head of the hall. A salt and peppered gentleman adorning advanced robes of a similar design to the young acolytes in the room came up and stood at his podium, followed by a black-dressed harbinger that looked like he was in his early thirties. Both clear authoritarian figures of the cloth. The man in black, with a town of solemn grace, extended his voice to gain the attention of those in the holy hall. " Ladies and gentlemen present in this hall today, I welcome you today to experience a truly righteous event today." After a small pause, he continued. " As most of you know, the goal of this organization under which we vowed, is to maintain the natural order of that which is pure in the world, and vanquish that which desires to disrupt it. " Today marks a particularly special achievement, in which we were able to successfully subjugate the four-armed spectre that took the lives of many of our fellow brothers and sisters. In that light, it's only right that we avenge them by slaying this wicked fiend. With all his words exhausted, the man simply clapped his hands, and an execution dawn in lustrous silver armor in the likeness of an angel came out: ready to bear the sizzling executioners glaive to strike down the vile creatine. Following that same motion, before the blade fell, the believed dormant beast trembled, and from there on out, chaos followed suit .