Guardian's Redemption

Chapter Forty One

It was truly a day to remember. Streamers and religious decorations of all types had been part of the display, covering the center plaza of the Inner Sanctum. As Azrael looked on, he could only see the hallucination that was taking place in an effort to disguise the true terror descending upon the cities walls. The sea of white robes were around the center holy spire and each of them upon their knees while praising the Lord of All. Each one of them praying for a blessing upon the upcoming event. The word had been spread throughout the city, telling the populace about a new weapon which had been discovered by their High Priest. He was the holiest of beings upon the earth and he would not lead the people astray.

A weapon had been found which could wipe the world clean of the demonic taint that had infested the land. Their life of luxury would then slowly return to them for they could then no longer hide behind the walls of the Sanctum. It was a promise from the High Priest and the people clung to the hope of the things that the had lost in the past.

The doors to the Inner Sanctum's center spire opening wide to reveal the High Priest. He led the mass into a ceremony, qouting the Lord's book and announcing the start of the weapon. The man was praising their old lives when a blast of mana shook the plaza and the priests were rattle with fear. Their leader began to shout that the intruders would also be taken care of and no one would ever betray any of the Sanctum's citizens.

Azrael's lip began to curl in a sneer. He was a holy man himself, of course not as drastic as the people before him; but these people we led to believe that this High Priest was truthful and that upset him. Azrael didn't hate them for it, this was the spreading of lies that he despised. His eyes watching as the High Priest went back into the tower as the doors shut behind the holy man. There was something about the priest that didn't feel right even from this vast space between them.

"Time for a distraction," Azrael whispering to himself. His clock flew open to reveal his two favorite weapons on his hips. The gunman taking a moment to admire the workmanship of his matching pair of model 1911's that were silver plated with ivory grips. They had belong to his grandfather; who unfortunately let them go into disarray after the many years of war. It was a man he knew that had recommissioned them for him. The ivory had yellowed with age and there were nicks and scratches in the silver, but these were now an extension of himself. They never left his side. A sigh escaping him as he sprinted toward the crowd of white robbed bible thumpers.

Terror hit many of the priests as Azrael came sprinting through their holy ranks as a knife cuts into butter. Those twin pistols flaring red that struck buildings and shattered walls. He struck before the feet of many and not once hit any of them. The man was a true master at his trade and could hit a small penny from mile away. The gunman yelling obscene nonsense at the sea of white like a wolf among the sheep, cursing the Lord Almighty. He made a note to pray for forgiveness when he was home. There was panic and mayhem as couldn't help but enjoy this trolling gesture.

The man went to one side of the plaza, ducking in and out of buildings as he went. In his sprint a door to a building opened up and Azrael went sprinting up a staircase to exit a door on top of the building. He heard footsteps echoing behind him on the stairs. He went to the edge, momentarily ignoring the oncoming threat from behind, and was peering down into the plaza below. His eyes scanning for the two women that were to infiltrate the center spire. Azrael caught the white robes with a bow and staff, watching them as they entered their destination unnoticed.

Azrael's attention was brought to the panting noise from multiple priests now standing on the roof with him. They were cursing this madness. "Heathen!" Azrael heard an old man yell from the panting group. "Sinners will pay!" A woman screeching at him. The group of five began to walk towards him.