text: "I'll have mercy on you now, Zealot. But don't even dare try to cross me." You state, giving him the evil eye. He noticeably gulps, then nods. Kelso rubs at his chin, probably thinking about the other Creations. Your mentor likely knows the head of the Wolves, but if you'd guess that there is some sort of bad-blood between them. God knows what.
  
  "So, what's your name?" You ask, trying to make communication easier.
  
  "David, sir." David starts, getting onto his own two feet. "David Crowe... Son of the Lord."
  
  You sigh, "Cut the bullshit, 'Dave'. Tell us all you know about the Wolves."
  
  The Zealot tenses, as if worried about something. "I... The Wolves are on the other side of the Dunes, from where we are, we need to just go straight past the City, go several miles down East, and then search for a burrow, of sorts."
  
  Kelso raises an eyebrow, "What is the Church planning to do? If they know such an  exact location, they must be planning on doing something."
  
  David nods, "Yeah, the Church is planning on raiding the burrow, taking them by s confused.urprise and purifying them."
  
  "Purification?" You ask, confused.
  
  He rolls his swollen eye, "Death by burning. It is said that you abominations will be going to hell, but by burning your soul is destroyed, so you won't suffer. Unlike you two bastards, the Church keeps the World To Come in mind!" Kelso pushes him forward.
  
  "Lead then."
  
  He takes a deep breath, and leads you through the desert, passing the City that never stops flashing, and moving from there right. As you make the treacherously long walk, you notice the sun begin to rise. "Kelso! Do you still have the lotion?"
  
  He nods, looking like he's glad you remembered. David chuckles nervously while you lather the lotion on your face, the only uncovered part of your body. Even while the sun reflects it's light off of your creamy-white head, you feel your skin itch. The lotion is definitely something to get used to. MAybe you could get a hat later so this wouldn't be as much of a problem.
  
  You, Kelso, and David find the spot. At least, the spot David brought you to.
  
  "So, where's the pit?" You call out, beginning to search around the area for it with Kelso.
  
  David stays behind, "It should be there, somewhere."
  > wait a second...
  You hold pout your hand. "Kelso, wait up."
  
  He turns around, "Found something already?"
  
  You look at David with an hungry grin, "Not what we're looking for, but good enough." You raise your voice, "David why don't you join us?"
  
  The Zealot's eyes go wide, as he shakes his head and repeatedly says, "No." Over and over again. Kelso laughs, and slowly approaches the Zealot.
  
  "What trap have you attempted to lure us to, son of the lord?" The last bit dripping with sarcasm. You take an unfortunate step toward him, when it all goes black for a moment.
  
  You find your ears deafening as you tumble forwards, firey mines exploding from beneath your feet. You run across the landscape, fire erupting all around. You eye the Zealot, angry, and noticing him running away and talking to his... fist? Shit, why didn't I take away his reciever?
  
  It's too late now, and it doesn't take long to reach the coward, but among this you find yourself looking on the optimistic side; if you didn't catch it earlier, who knew what would happen?
  
  But you still fear what will happen now. You sprint behind him, barely overtaking him even with your flayed legs. You flick out your wrist, and throw your arm at him, your body almost falling with pain and missing him by an inch or so. Determined, you continue the arm motion, turning your arm around your body once again, twisting your body in a circle, gaining just enough momentum to slam your clawed hand at the back of his head. You feel his brain hitting the back of his head as he slumps to the sand, dead as can be.
  
  You look around; Kelso is nowhere to be found. Your body feeling heavy, you realize that Zealots are approaching from afar, and you suddenly black out again, probably due to the heat...
  > wake up.
  An extremely... Blue, room is what you wake up to. Very bright, to the point you have to squint to make anything out. Worst of all, your skin begins to get irritated, and your efforts to get out of the chair seem to be futile. You scream, but your muscles seem to be neutralized. You simply can't get up.
  
  "UV-lightning, like it?" Says a robed figure, appearing out of an opening of the wall. You hear a clanking noise and steam rises when the opening is closed, making the opening close, the room is glows with the calming blue. The robe the priest is wearing is also blue, with white stripes. You notice, from a slight creak in his robes, that he has some sort of shiny sword in there. For whatever reason, you feel it from several meters away, your stomach hurting. "Don't worry, that just means that it's working. You demons can't afford to be in the sun, so the closest thing to it would logically bother you in some way."
  
  You notice that the bearded holyman, complete with a large blue skullcap, is terribly... Old. It's surprising he can move so much, with his crooked back and pruned face, the odd sort of shuffling he does to get closer to you is unnerving.
  
  Noticing you not retorting, he continues, "Ah, but where are my manners? I, am Father Tomas." It takes a couple of minutes, but he manages to get hand-distance away from you. You struggle to even spit at the man, the lights dominating your will. He takes your hand in his, and shakes it against your will. "So, what's your name?"