“He who reaches for God fears no Man.”

I believe that's how the quote goes, an ideal of a foolish man who didn't know his place. Alexander Silvanian was his name, the creator of this glorious kingdom. A man who for all intensive purposes could be considered what many would classify as a God. A King whose arrogance knew no limit, saving those he believed needed saving, doing so without the consent of the “victims” he so adored. King Alexander once lead an army the size of a small battalion of fewer than 1000 men into battle against the holy church, which is essentially the same as picking a fight with God himself. A battle brutal enough that it would claim the lives of hundreds of thousands of men and women of the Lord, and only a few hundred of the disgusting heretics. Why, why would a man go against God, and how could such a small army possibly cause such a heavy blow to a large army which has God’s favor. This battle would go on to be called “The Great Holy War”, and the battleground would go on to become the Silvanian Empire, A kingdom where both demons and humans have lived in peace for over four centuries. 

“What an interesting book this is” 

A new release by an up and coming author, A book simply titled “How?” was taking the holy city by storm. Earlier today we sold a huge amount of the stock we were given, but I don’t see what all the fuss is about. Could it be because the History of the Holy War is so hard to come by, that people would believe such a ridiculous retelling of the War? 

“How embarrassing, we sit in the same spot for hundreds of years, while they continued to grow in power.” A young man spouts as he puts a book down.

Case in Point.

“Why are stores within the holy city allowed to sell shit like this, lies so easily accessible to the children”  

The young man was  wearing a navy uniform, an exorcist from the Vatican i'd assume. Why are they in this bookstore.

“Stole, it’s a part of history. As weak as it makes our ancestors look we can’t change history.” says a slightly older man

So his name is Stole. The older man was wearing the same navy uniform but it was slightly different as he was wearing what seemed to be white cloth over his shoulders.

“Oi shitty shopkeeper how can you sell this dogshit inside of the Holy city, are you a filthy heretic in need of exorcising? If so i'm the right exorcist for the job” Stole threatened at the shopkeeper.

Stole raised his glove wearing hand as it began to glow with a blue aura as it began to produce slight sparks of lightning. Is he serious right now? Is he going to kill me because I’m selling books. He opened his palm as he brought his hand closer to my head. However just as sweat began to drip down my face, a hand grabbed the wrist of the man named Stole.

“What are you doing, i was just going to shake him up a bit.” Stole proclaimed as the pressure applied to his wrist made him fall to his knees.

The one who grabbed his wrist was the slightly older man who arrived with him.

“I believe I told you not to make a scene, Lord knows we don’t need the attention.”

The Man looked as if he was ready to break the one called Stole’s wrist. I was of course thankful to the man but the pain on this guys face was making me uncomfortable.

“Captain, please. You're going to break it.” cried Stole.

“Come on, we're leaving” said the older man.

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The older man looked over to me and and tilted his head in apology. Before leaving the the store still holding on to Stole’s wrist. Wait, did he say “Captain” that guy was a Grand Priest of the Pope’s court.

“ooh scary” A sarcastic voice from under me said.

“You were just going to let them harm me” I asked.

“Of course not, I'd crush anyone who dares harm a hair on your head” the man said. 

This old man is my father, a former Grand Priest, a man the Pope trusted more than anyone. This man betrayed the Pope and chose a witch to stand by.

“I wouldn’t know about that, You chose to stand by another little girl rather than your own daughter. So who knows if you would have saved me.” I told him

"Quit it please, you make me sound like some sort of creepy predator"

The sadness that appeared on his face, showed that my words hurt him deep.

“Why are you here, dad? Shouldn’t you be defending her kingdom?” I asked 

“I don't see a problem with me coming to see my daughter every once in awhile.” He said, as he noticed a look of uninterest on my face.

“Well I’ll be going, gotta get back to the queen.” 

He reached his arms out as if in an attempt to hug me, but as they were about to wrap around me, he just suddenly stopped midway. He pulled his hood over his head and left the shop without saying another word, not even looking me in my face. It’s like this every time he visits, he never stays any longer than a few minutes.

“It's all that woman’s fault”

    Bang, Bang the sound of my door being hit with a solid fist awkes from my sleep. Who in the world possibly has the nerve to bang on my door.

“Captain, Captain!”

    Oh, it’s the brat, I hopped out of bed and angrily pulled the door open in aggravation. I reached out and grabbed his tiny peanut head in my hand.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT, ITS SLEEPY TIME!” 

“Sir it’s after 2pm sir!”  the brat said in a calm voice.

“And, i’m a captain, i’ve earned the right to sleep as long as I want” I said as I let go of the jelly bean.

I walked over to the curtains and pulled them back to be greeted by the blinding sun destroying my already drowsy eyesight.

“I assume you had a great sleep, sir?” the little egg asked me.

“Yea I was having the most amazing dream until this little piece of feces came to rip it away from me.” 

Oh, by the way this piece of tofu is uh….hmm…..hold on a second.

“Brat who are you again?”

“Are you serious sir?, I'm Emmot the new recruits to to your squad 6. How could you forget me, I introduced myself to you yesterday.” He said

“I don't remember men”

Men are boring and have nothing to offer while.women are magical beings, with their curves, softness, and not to mention those sweet soft lu..”

“Ahhhh!!” A loud scream that was slightly muffled by the glass of my window.

I looked down to notice several people looking up at me from the grounds of the Vatican’s courtyard. My fans must be very excited to see me, perhaps I should wave at them it's not everyday you see a Grand Priest of the Vatican’s order. Ok I'll wave and greet to my fans. I opened my windows in order to be heard clearly.

“Hello my loyal su….” I began to yell before I was interrupted.

“A Pervert inside the Vatican” 

“Quick someone grab the knights”

“Maybe this is a job for a captain.”

Wait, what? Pervert? Grab the knights? For who? Me? These ungrateful peasants should be jumping with excitement that I would even give them the time of day. I should give them a piece of my mind.

“Sir, would you please put some pants on?” egghead asked.

I turned to look at peanut head, and then proceeded to look down my bottom half, then glancing back at the citizens outside.

“....….”

'”Sir please hurry and get ready, I'm not here to just talk. His Holiness has called for a meeting.” said Emmot.

“The Pope himself?” I asked

“Yes the presence of every squad is needed Captain Meeks, apparently it's a matter of severe importance.”