The Divine Sect only had a small warehouse for its clandestine meetings. Its walls were made of thick stone and reinforced with metal. Religious symbols were painted onto the walls, sometimes in blood. Several windows had been broken and the entire building grew almost unbearably hot in the Summer. It was a miserable hellhole.
It was also the only home Talina had ever known.
"My Lady..."
"Blessed messenger..!"
"Salvation! Heretics, you will be judged!"
The Divine Sect's flock ceased their combat against the intruders, instead turning as Talina entered the main warehouse. Many fell to their knees, prostrating themselves before Talina, their prayers echoing throughout the room. Several of the Divine Sect had been killed already and the room was thick with the scent of blood and death.
Sermons here had never been a grand affair. Even now the only sign that people even met was a simple podium and dozens of folding chairs - once arranged neatly in rows - now tossed aside in the violence.
"The heretics come, Talina." The Head Priest whispered into Talina's ear as he leaned in. She shuddered, his breath felt vile, disgusting. The old man always seemed to look at Talina the wrong way, a way she couldn't describe. She clutched her silver staff tight in her hands. She tried not to show fear but...
How many people lay dead now?
"Cast your judgement upon these sinners. Let them know that God will not tolerate their presence in our holy hall." The Head Priest hissed, manic glee in his voice.
Holy?
This place was far from holy. But still, if she did nothing. How many more people would die? Taking a deep breath, Talina slammed the butt of her staff onto the stone floor of the warehouse, fixing the intruders with a glare. "Your presence is unwelcome!" She announced, gathering holy magic in her hand. "I, Talina Lortonn, will pass judgement on you!" She quickly fired a bolt of holy magic at the closest intruder. She had to defend everyone. She had to.
