Honkai Impact 3rd: Don't Die for Me/ Book 1: Promise

Chapter 15 Agendas

<Streets of Paris>

The cobblestone streets of Paris were illuminated by the light of pubs, cabarets, and clubs. In contrast, the steps of the people echoed few and far between across the streets. Luxuries that could only be enjoyed by nobles were swept up in carriages and horses. The high-pitched and steep hip roofs formed a false cloud over the prowlers on the sidewalk below. The city was an endless maze with various uneven and aged paths, architecture new and old highlighted the centuries in which this city stood. A tourist's greatest joy would be to wander into the night and discover the sights, the views. Perhaps a view over the river, a boat for two, or a little chat beside a cute cafe. A city with two faces to enjoy, night and day, and yet at the moment no one was enjoying the mask of night.

A cold chill that warned of winter and a blanketed cloud drifted in the streets of Paris. The buzz of conversation was virtually nonexistent outside the nightly establishments the city held. No one could afford to waste time, to enjoy themselves. Only the sound of clopping horse hooves and rolling wheels of the rare carriages could be heard echoing loudly through the streets.

Will Apocalypse silently made his way towards his heart of the city, the 1st Chapel of Paris. It saddened him to see the city fall to this state. His eyes wandered the various nooks and alleyways that he had made so many fond memories in.

"Priest Will!"

"Ahhh, Gideon, how do you do?"

"Hahaha not so well, these days but it's fine I'll manage."

"Your daughter Clarisse?"

"She's fine, still a little cold here and there but she'll recover."

"I'm sorry I couldn't help her sooner."

"Don't be, helps a little hard to come by these days, speaking of which I must be off. Your Sermon still up tomorrow?"

"At the same time as always."

"That's good, that's good, I'm glad we can still have faith."

"I'll see you then."

"Yes, I might bring Clarisse along too."

The common man hurried off to deliver the fresh produce he held in his bags. Will to continue walking through the silent city.

"Priest Will!"

"Will!"

"Good sir!"

People greeted Will as he walked past them. Sometimes he would stop for simple conversation. He always had time for the people and they've always made time for him. He arrived at his chapel by midnight.

It was a grand chapel, made of Gothic architecture. High coned steep pires, elegant robust arches, and beautiful, multicolored, stained glass windows truly highlighted the holy energy the place had. A befitting place of worship for god. But to Will, the chapel's appearance didn't matter. He entered its great arch double doors, split down the middle by a statue of the first saint.

<1st Chapel of Paris>

The interior of the chapel was even more breathtaking than its exterior. Columns and arches held its dark ceiling high. The multicolored glass stained the moonlight entering the Chapel highlighting the intricate designs etched in the stone of the church. The cold marble floor held its own fascinating design. Only the church pews were plain and unremarkable.

Will walked down the grand hall of the church. The colors of the church, Will couldn't see any of it. He tasted a scent of venom in the air as he made his way towards the star-studded priest altar. Will signed as he stood on the altar of God. After a long pause, he raised his priest rosary and clasped his hands together to pray in a low voice.