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Chapter 12

I remember it well. The night was cooler than usual. A blessing, after the heat
and painful glare of the Araile desert. A priest high in Father's Temple called to me.
She asked much, and made me ask much of myself. She did, however, seem satisfied
with my reasoning. Accepting of my goals. Persuaded that my mind was sharp,
and my Will growing in strength. Bidding me to come before her, she cut deep into my
brow with a ceremonial dagger. The pain was less than I expected, but that soon changed.
She spoke a prayer, or incantation. It was difficult to judge, but there was
a dark unholiness to it. Agony flowered within the flesh of my forehead, and it
was all I could do not to cry out. It passed, where my Will stood strong, and I was
accepted into Father's Temple for the first time.

The weight of ages was upon me as I walked the hallowed halls. I was blessed by
His servant, the arch devil, and acknowledged by one of Thera's oldest liches.

In truth, I felt at home for the first time since my rebirth.

I will make this my home. It is Father's home, and I am Father's child. The weak
will be scourged in His name, and I will teach them what it is to find one's will.