When her father is defeated in combat by a rogue Heretic, an Inquisitor is forced to confront a harsh reality that lurks beneath the surface of her Church and her Faith. Response to the following writing prompt by BareMinimumChef: [WP] As an Inquisitor, it is your duty and privilege to clean the earth from heretics. And you are the best at what you do. No heretic can escape your judgement. Except one day you stumble across a weakened woman covered in ritualistic chains below the Church and discover that SHE is your goddess.