Dameon awoke quickly, his heart pounding and mind racing. It was a vision; never the same, but always a single purpose. The shadows that covered his heart also covered those he saw, but he knew they all hated him. Red rage burned within them as brightly as it did inside of him. They had a singular wish for him to die, prefaced only by tortuous malice. He couldn't draw his sword, or even defend himself. He felt the need to run as their hatred encompassed him, suffocating him more than he ever felt.
Dameon hopped to his feet quickly and grabbed the trench coat that lay on a small outcropping of cobblestone. Managing to put it on, the Hunter looked up to see a priest entering the small church where he had found refuge for the night. The Father looked up unsurprised at the bare chested young man wearing only light grey pants and a trench coat. Starting from the back of the church, the priest slowly moved down the center aisle while chanting in a tongue that was unfamiliar to Dameon. Unmoving, the half-breed human watched this Man of Faith as he made his way to the altar.
The priest bowed slightly at the foot of the main altar as Dameon turned to leave. Soft prayers began to fill the room. Soon, the voice echoed throughout the church, bouncing off the ancient wood and beautiful stained glass windows. Just as Dameon reached the door to leave, he heard the voice of the priest cut clearly through his own echo,
"There is still time to repent, and have your sins forgiven." Dameon stopped but did not turn around. For a long moment, the echo is the only thing that can be heard. Finally, the Demon Hunter spoke as he swung the ancient doors open.
"My sins are written in my own blood." The rain immediately soaked Dameon's trench coat as he walked out into the blazing sun.
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