He pressed three fingers against his temple and shook his head.

The woman gasped for air in her comrade's arms and tried her best to stand up with little success.

Furor did his best to position himself in the doorway, to stop any escape on Daniel's part. He didn't care he looked like a child, with those moves and the fact he was here helping the cultists, were all the excuses he needed to cut him down.

“First the redhead, then the whitehead and now this villainous-looking man? I swear, when I go back they better consider me for the position of bishop.” He began swinging his weapon, readying himself to throw it

Despite having three opponents, he disregarded the other two based on their passivity.

(“Redhead? So he saw that bastard.”) He pulled his sword out and readied himself. (“I'm not sure what to think of what he said. Either her golden boy’s dead or he escaped somewhere. With that guy in black around, I'd doubt it's the latter.”)

Before he opened his mouth, the priest continued.

“But I must say, boy will you not consider giving your heart to our lord?”

Everyone who heard him had the same reaction. Confusion.

Furor took extra care in observing his surroundings. The guards had all fled to the stairs, so he wasn't buying time for them. Did that strange magic of his have some activation requirement, like his own? It was too soon to say anything certain but he didn't notice the young boy focusing on anything other than speaking while he talked. He kept his guard up regardless and was ready to exit the room at a pin-dropping.

“Please listen, boy.” The child stated, noticing Furor’s attention on other matters. “I haven't seen a more lost-looking child in all my time as a priest.”

“Priest? (I think I remember Ezekiel saying these fuckbrains give themselves titles to sound more legitimate. Pft, are those rags meant to resemble a priest’s?)”

“At least you understand language. I was worried you were a beast that acted only on instinct. There might be hope for you yet.”

Because of his attitude and how little most people wanted to interact with him, Furor never really got ridiculed for how he painted his face and dressed.

“But I am not fully convinced. Can you speak more than three words in a row or that is your limit?”

A vein started forming on the top of his head and he clutched the hilt of his sword tighter.

“Yes, I am capable of more than three sentences, you little lunatic. You criticise me but you're the one trying to have a conversation with an enemy.” Furor responded, his face red in anger.

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The two men still standing were amazed that he could go a whole sentence without cursing.

“Lunatic? I don't think you have any right to call me such a thing. My clothing may be old but it wouldn't frighten any children unlike you. Have you seen a mirror lately, my dear lost lamb? You look like you worship demons with that garish wear you consider suitable clothing. Do you worship any of the gods?”

“Hah, like you have any right to ask me that question.”

(“They're really going to do this…”) The two watching thought.

“You murder people for fun and now you're trying to talk down to me because of how I dress? And demons? Are those things even real? How about you shut yo-”

“I assure you, they are. And I do worship a God, unlike the false ones you all place faith in. I think it'd do you good to listen to what I have to say.”

His suspicion of the short boy's magic was the only reason he was entertaining this conversation.

“These four fools are not who we must be worshipping.”

“I'd say I'm partial to Micheal but I wouldn't call myself religious. So what the hell are you yapping about, kid? You believe the junk these psychos are feeding you?” Furor said.

“Haha, a believer of Michael, no wonder you are so brash and foolish. It would make sense he of all of those usurpers would have the most misguided believers.”

“You're speaking like you know the guy.”

“Oh, I don't. But my God does. My lord ________.”

“Hit your head or something? The four gods are Uriel, Raphael, Gabriel and Michael. I don't recall a ________ among those names. Is this something you guys made up or do you expect to me believe there's another God we never knew about in all these years?”

“God? More like gods. There aren't four but six. With our lord making seven when they gain what's rightfully theirs and then only one when she kills the usurpers of their father's throne.”

“Kid, you got a whole life ahead of you. Why don't you stop doing all this kooky shit and actually contribute something to the world? With your talent, I'm sure they might consider taking it easy on you. Hell if I take an arm or two off you, I'll consider it all good and not dig up anything about your past.”

The priest showed no reaction to the threatening statement. “And also, murder people for fun? It is a necessary evil.”

This piqued his interest. He always felt Elizabeth and Ezekiel knew things about the cultists he didn't with one of them being their reason for killing.

“What? You sacrifice them to your god or something along those lines? I'm sure you're God is happy about you killing people in the middle of bumfu-”

He reached into a pocket and pulled out several blue crystals. “We provide our lord these.”

“(What the hell is that?) So you're saying you got pretty rocks out of them, am I supposed to believe that? For all I know that's a mineral natural to this dungeon.”

“Then toss one of the dead brethren over, would you? I suppose it would be wrong of me to mock you without alleviating your ignorance.”

He snapped his finger and the two men stood, unsure of what this meant until he shouted, “Bring a fucking body over, you dumbasses!”

One of the men quickly ran down the hall and grabbed one. After walking back he slid him into the doorway, with Furor nor Daniel taking their eyes off each other.

The body slid between Furor’s feet. He picked it up and threw it directly at the little man. He quickly drew his sword but didn't move a foot, when he noticed the body stopped mid-air before the little blonde bastard.

He pushed it aside and looked towards Furor. “Thank you for humouring me. I will show you something special within the next minute.”

The body ungracefully fell to the floor and…