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Sister Karen Celeste knelt in the chapel in the midst of her evening prayers, alone within the large stone chamber. There were many altars here, as the heads of the Academy had, for a long time, welcomed all religions that did not have the bringing of harm upon others as tenets. The heavily decorated shrines dedicated to the ancient gods of the desert peoples from the far South West sat to her left, and to her right, the fairly plain altar bore the scroll dictating the twenty teachings of an ancient monk from the far East. There were a dozen altars and shrines within the temple, as well as a long series of pews facing toward the back of the building, pointed toward the altar at which she now knelt. The Star God had once been worshiped across the world, by humans and elves and all races imaginable, or so went the teachings of the church that Sister Karen ascribed to. But, gradually, men had lost faith, and had fallen to worshiping demons and pretenders, and ascribed to mortal philosophies that dared to compare their wisdom to that of the one true God.
The god had become angry at this, and as such had abandoned their world and all upon it to the sin that now ruled it. But, if the church could spread once more to all corners of the world, the Star God might return, and fill the world with his beauty and peace once more. Such were the teachings of the church, at any rate, and as she completed her final prayer, Sister Karen could only sigh, sorrow weighing upon her heart. The Church had once been powerful all across the lands, its members teaching the Truth within the lands of the Su-Ku-Ta, and within the Amazons wretched jungle alike. That had been centuries ago, of course, and now, with those lands long lost to sin and false gods and lies, and with Badaria to the South, which had once held the beating heart of the church, lost to its abominable undead king and the atheism he had forced upon all of his slaves, the only place that the Church of the Star God still had any real presence was here, in Crolia.
Her mother had brought her to the North many years ago, when she had been driven from Badaria along with the last members of the Church. Here, her unnatural powers, inherited from her mother, had been allowed to grow, and she had even been taught by the teachers of the Academy to control them. One of the masters, an old priest of a pagan religion that had fallen from the minds of men, even called her his star pupil, and when she'd graduated, the old man named Father Tivor had issued her a title from his own church, one that had almost fallen completely into disuse. Battle Maiden. It was an apt description, given that the only things Sister Karen had done since she had arrived here other than prayer and lessons had been to befriend an old soldier from the village that lay only a mile or so from the Academies doors. Vartath had once been a Badarian soldier, but had deserted and fled to the north many years ago before settling in Buttersville, and he had been the one to teach her how to use the two handguns that had been the only earthly possession that her mother had left her.
Sister Karen was suddenly roused from her reverie by the creaking of the large oaken door that stood at the entrance to the church, followed by heavy booted footsteps coming directly toward her. She turned to behold a girl dressed in heavy-looking armor, her skin an unnatural porcelain white that went surprisingly well with her blue eyes and shiny blond hair. Her armor was surprisingly revealing of her figure, and she ignored Sister Karen as she stepped past her to kneel in front of the alter that she had been praying at only moments ago. The girls eyes were closed, and she remained silent, her hands clenched before her. As she breathed in, Sister Karen Celeste felt the sinful urges she had always fought so valiantly awakening, and even though they were easy to quash, she couldn't help but glare down at the girl. Only then did she notice the small, bat-like wings that stuck out from the girls back, a clear mark of sin if she'd ever seen one, as the only way to get such vile, unnatural attachments was to remain in the presents of demons.
A scream, that of a young woman, suddenly issued from outside, the shrill cry penetrating the heavy wooden door and thick stone walls with surprising ease. Something was happening outside. The girl rose in surprise and turned back toward the door, seemingly noticing Sister Karen for the first time since arriving as she did. "What was that?"