(Anonymous POV)

My mom was a robust believer within the church.

Even when our father deserted us, and the debt collectors got here knocking at our door…

She nonetheless prayed.

Elder brother mentioned that she was an fool, however his harsh phrases by no means appeared to trouble the girl who raised us on her personal.

Each night time she would learn from an previous, tattered e book and inform us tales of the courageous paladins and monks who fought the fearsome international races.

I need to admit at the moment… I wished to be a courageous hero as effectively.

Lord Varion in his infinite kindness and mercy had blessed humanity with the facility to guard ourselves from threats.

Life is the slums was laborious however bearable.

Elder brother bought a job as an errand boy for an area butcher store and mother determined to promote recent fruits within the market.

Slowly however certainly the large debt that was weighing down on our shoulders bought lighter by the day.

My coronary heart was full of thankfulness in direction of Lord Varion for his blessings.

Then sooner or later my mom died.

​ We by no means noticed the physique. Based on the previous woman down the road, a strong gangster wished to spend an evening along with her, and she or he refused.

After which she died.

Elder brother refused to inform me the small print, however I do know what these vicious brutes do to those that stand as much as them.

My mom was not a depraved lady.

She was a tough employee who did no evil and sincerely worshipped the Lord of Gentle often.

She would go to the Varion Church each Sunday to drop off any further cash that she had as an providing to the native priest.

She was the ray of sunshine in my life and with out her my world fell into darkness.

My religion in Lord Varion was shaken however I firmly believed that maybe this was all a part of his plan.

I used to be greedy at straws however to me… this religion was all that I had left.

I used to be solely fourteen years previous on the time, so my brother determined to ship me off to the church to grow to be a junior nun.

I begged him to return with me, however he refused regardless of my pleads.

I might see the hatred in his eyes that he tried so desperately to hide from me.

He wished revenge on the person who killed his mom. I do not know if he succeeded as a result of I do not suppose he’ll ever return to go to me once more.

On my first day I met an attractive blonde nun with inexperienced eyes that appeared to glitter with love and affection.

Her identify was Sister Ayla.

The native priest was a jovial man with a heavy potbelly and wrinkles throughout his aged face. He patted me on the again and advised me to name him Father Simon as he led me contained in the church.

The within of the Varion Church was much more splendid than the skin.

The flooring had been paved with gold and opulent statues had been scattered across the congregation corridor.

Work depicting scenes from the tales that my mom used to inform me had been held on the partitions.

I used to be in awe as I stood within the midst of all this wealth and opulence.

Perhaps if I had been paying extra consideration, I’d have observed a number of particulars that weren’t fairly proper.

The youngsters who lived within the church had been unusually quiet.

They spoke in hushed whispered and wore lengthy robes that lined most of their our bodies.

Some limped barely as they walked whereas others had been lacking limbs resembling an arm or perhaps a leg.

The oldest amongst them was seventeen and she or he wandered by the halls with a dazed expression on her face.

On my first night time I used to be assigned to a dorm room with 5 different youngsters who quietly checked out me with unusual feelings of their eyes.

One of many boys walked as much as me and tried to say one thing however one other stopped him from talking.

Sister Ayla known as us down for dinner and within the banquet, corridor was essentially the most luxurious feast that I had ever seen.

The scent of roasted meat stuffed the air because the desk was set with dozens if not lots of of various cuisines to pattern.

Surprisingly sufficient not one of the youngsters appeared keen to take a seat on the desk and had been ready alongside the facet of the partitions.

I assumed that this was a bit odd, however I bought in line and waited patiently with the remainder of them.

Finally Father Simon and Sister Ayla walked into the banquet corridor accompanied by a couple of closely armoured knights.

There was a person standing in the midst of the knights who regarded a bit misplaced.

He seemed to be in his early thirties and wore an costly black swimsuit. A heavy gold chain was hung round his neck.

His facial options had been sharp nearly like a hawk and his nostril was barely curved to the left. His physique was skinny and wiry however one might see the define of muscle tissues beneath his garments.

I did not just like the look in his eyes.

He stared at us with a gaze as if he was inspecting animals in a pen.

Worse but, there was sickly feeling in my chest as his eyes flickered over to my place.

The emotion in his gaze modified and I recognised that look.

It was the identical look that some males would give my mom as she walked down the road.

Chills ran down my backbone as the person licked his lips and continued to stare at me with a hungry expression.

“Cease fidgeting!” Father Simon yelled at me as I attempted to shrink away behind the shadow of a close-by pillar.

The sort and jovial look on his face melted away and his true look was revealed.

The youngsters subsequent to me trembled and one after the other they slowly eliminated their robes underneath the stress.

I couldn’t cease the shocked gasp from escaping my mouth after I noticed the state of their our bodies.

Darkish purplish bruises and whip marks lined their pores and skin.

Some whimpered as their wounds had not totally healed and blood dripped from the scabs that cracked.

Concern stuffed my coronary heart as I quickly got here to the realisation that my destiny could be no higher than theirs.

I desperately scrambled to my toes and tried to expire of the corridor, however I couldn’t escape the well-trained knights who got here after me.

One punched me within the abdomen so laborious that I kneeled down on the ground and vomited.

Father Simon wished to make an instance out of me to the opposite youngsters, so the knight stored beating me mercilessly.

I screamed till my voice went hoarse, however the punches didn’t cease.

Blood dripped down from my brow, and I noticed Father Simon chatting with the rich man as if nothing uncommon was taking place.

This was the second when my religion lastly crumbled.

My mom trusted the Lord of Gentle and she or he died.

My brother trusted his believers to take care of me they usually had been no higher than the monsters who took my mom away.

I hate them… I hate them… I HATE THEM.

A harsh knocking sound got here from the entrance of the church, so Father Simon despatched Sister Ayla to look into it.

I used to be fading out and in of consciousness as my imaginative and prescient slowly turned darkish.

I might really feel tough palms attain for my shirt as one of many knights tried to strip away my garments.

“No… no… please…” I hoarsely whispered however these horrible palms continued to violently tear on the cloth overlaying my physique.

I summoned the final power that I had left and viciously kicked on the knight.

My foot slammed towards his boring armour, and I might really feel my bones crack.

The knight was livid when he noticed my act of revolt and reached for his sword. The chilly glint of his metal gleamed underneath the torchlight.

I closed my eyes and waited for loss of life.

Out of the blue I heard the sound of one thing crashing down subsequent to me and frightened cries echoed by the corridor.

I slowly opened my eyes and noticed a sight that I’d always remember.

The knight who had been mercilessly beating me just some moments in the past was now lifeless with a frozen expression of terror on his face.

There was an enormous gap in the midst of his chest.

A lovely quick haired feminine knight strode into the corridor with a sword that was enveloped with a delicate yellow glow.

Her face was chilly, however I might see the disgust and rage in her eyes as she stared on the what the church had grow to be.

Two translucent wings sprouted out from behind her again and her eyes began to shine with a golden mild.

The knights rushed over to cease her, however they had been no match for her unfathomable energy.

She casually swung her sword and a beam of holy mild burst out from the tip of her blade.

This wave of sunshine bisected the incoming knights in half and their corpses fell to the bottom with a boring thump.

Blood splattered throughout the ground and in that second the paladin bore extra resemblance to a murderous butcher than a servant of God.

However in my eyes…

She was an angel.