Crimson Servant

An ancient god was slowly spoken from the mouth of the old priest. This sacrificer, Seclonfas, was Cameron's original belief.

Seclonfas is the origin of all rituals and the channel of communication between mortals and immortal beings. A strict and just god, when the idea of ​​​​trading first emerged in human hearts, they spontaneously performed upward sacrifices to please the invisible god.

Seclonfas was born in the first ray of ritual flames. He presided over the ritual of communicating with the gods, allowing the invisible divine power to contact the offerings of mortals and select the ones he liked. The essence of God touches people's desires. They each perform their own duties and manifest thousands of images. At this point, the relationship between the true God and believers is established.

Seclonfas also gained power from the sacrificial rituals. However, the greed of mortals and the randomness of gods continue to create miracles and tragedies in the material world. The sacrificers discovered that the earliest believers had regarded the ritual as everything they had. They did not produce anything and spent most of their lives begging. God, because God's gifts are comparable to most hard work, this is the easiest way to survive.

The chaotic sacrificial ceremony made the sacrificer himself feel disgusted, and He even saw the tragedies caused by improper sacrifices.

Cyclonphas set the first rule, a rule that the rituals of the gods must be observed, even by himself.

【Equal exchange】

Mortal sacrifices can only and must receive gifts of the same scale from the gods, otherwise the sacrifice ceremony will be suspended. This rule gives the gods room to maneuver and gives mortals justice. Gifts can only be given if they wish, and gods can reject unreasonable requests and render rituals ineffective if they are unwilling. Mortals can no longer receive extraordinary and rich gifts from sacrifices. Only the most devout and humble believers can obtain God's favor.

Seclonfas thought he had done the right thing, but what happened next was unexpected for the god of sacrifice.

Mortals began living sacrifices. They put live livestock and prey on the altar and deprived them of their lives after the ceremony began. They prayed for greater gifts, and even sacrificed their own kind for this purpose.

According to the agreement made by Seclonfas, mortals sacrificed more precious lives, and the gods should also give higher gifts.

Some good gods immediately rejected this bloody sacrifice, while those evil gods enjoyed the process very much. They give their followers more powerful gifts to create chaos in the material world. As a result, the gods had differences in their sacrificial rituals, and Seclonfas's regulations were regarded as sacrifices in the eyes of mortals, encouraging mortals to sacrifice more to evil gods.

The sacrificer was stigmatized. He always believed that he was not wrong. After spending the turmoil of the turbulent years, the original god of ritual sacrifices hid.

These are the stories that the old priest conveyed to Vivian.

And Vivian also guessed what happened next. Seclonfas saw the catastrophe caused by Cyric, the Prince of Lies who was promoted in the turbulent years. He obtained a book of lies and used it to create a world where gods were isolated and magic was prohibited. . He became the only God here, allowing only the power of his own rules.

He may have wanted to prove that he was not at fault back then, and that everything was just the fault of those evil gods. But the sacrificer failed to see clearly the unbridled greed of mortals, so he got this end. Morgan sought to bring about the Creator's downfall, using His own rules.

The old priest described the god of rituals, Seclonfas, as an upright god who was slandered by mortals. Vivian believed most of it, but retained the last caution. Any unknown existence would package itself as upright and kind. It is more right to remain vigilant than to blindly promote such hypocrisy.

"I'm honored to hear the story of another god, but I don't intend to abandon my original faith." Vivian said.

The female vampire is not an unbeliever. Her ability to enjoy the sunshine and become a cheerful ranger comes from the blessing of a god. Although entering this world caused His blessing to disappear from her body, Vivian did not want to change her faith because of temporary setbacks.

The old priest was surprised by this. It was an established fact that everyone in this world worshiped Queen Morgan, otherwise he would not have been convicted for adhering to his faith. But now, he met a religious vampire.

The old man did not expect to turn a vampire unbeliever into a believer in the sacrifice in one mission. The old man just wanted to use the benefit of this blood donation to spread the deeds of the gods through Vivian's mouth. In the beginning, faith was just a tiny seed, planted in the soil of legends and wishes, taking root and sprouting.

If through this kind of communication, mortals can regain their faith in their god, Seclonfas, this priest who is about to come to an end will be considered to have achieved his last wish.

The old man had already had a premonition of his own death, and he knew that Morgan's ambition would not allow him to continue living.

Vivian's rejection did not discourage the old man, but gave the old pastor new hope.

He pressed his fingers against the gap in the wall and asked excitedly about the vampire inmate who was not showing up in front of him.

"Are you also a believer? Another believer of the true God, can you tell me his honorable name?"

Vivian spoke His honorable name.

The old priest laughed, and he confirmed Vivian's true identity. She is a stranger, the prophesied savior who will end Morgan's reign. There is actually a devout believer among the strangers, and his faith is brought here. The old man became more and more certain of the authenticity of the prophecy.

"Foreigner?" He confirmed again excitedly.

"Um."

The old priest's hand stretched out from the gap again. He moved his arms and said to Vivian warmly like a host entertaining distinguished guests: "Do you still need blood? Vivian."

The vampire admitted that she was thirsty for a moment, but her reason kept her restrained.

"No, I can't." He couldn't bear to suck blood, and Vivian kept telling herself that she would never let an innocent soul be lost to her teeth. She has persisted for so long and will never break the vow easily. The vow is much more important than pleasure.

The old priest felt pity and retracted his arm. His arm retracted halfway, thinking of something to remind the vampire.

"Vivian, check the walls of your cell. These cells are in disrepair. There must be a hidden secret passage on your side."

"I remembered that a few years ago there was a thief named Crow who was imprisoned for committing crimes. He was locked in the room where you were. We knew each other for a week, and on the eighth day he didn't make any more noise. I I thought he died here. Now that I think about it, the day before he disappeared, I heard the sound of masonry being moved."

"He must have escaped, and you must be able to escape too, Vivian."

The vampire's eyes lit up, and she began to inspect the prison cell, her ears pressed against the wall, tapping her fingers and listening to see if there was a hollow area behind the wall.

The old man lay in the gap and listened expectantly to what was happening on the other side.

After more than a dozen attempts, Vivian discovered an anomaly. There was something wrong with the sound in one place. In the gaps between a few rocks, Vivian could feel the faint cool breeze on her fingers. She raised her leg and placed one foot against the abnormal area. Loose stones, which only served as camouflage, were scattered at this foot, revealing a tunnel leading into darkness.

Vivian said excitedly: "I found it."

She returned to the old priest, being careful not to reveal her appearance. She stretched out her fingers to grasp the edge of the masonry, and pushed and pulled hard, trying to widen the gap. Vivian failed. No matter how arrogant Morgan was, he did not forget to collect her dagger. With only his bare hands, Vivian was unable to destroy the wall and escaped with the old priest.

Her pale fingers, covered in dirt, struggled in vain against the bricks.

Secret passages and gaps are an exception, and this unsupervised dungeon faithfully serves its purpose.

The old fingers were placed on Vivian's fingers, and the priest's deep voice seemed to have magic power, calming Vivian's anxiety, like an amiable old friend. Vivian was sure that he was a very good priest.

"Vivian, you have done a great job."

"Nothing is perfect in this world. All we can do is accept it, embrace those regrets, and pursue a better future. Vivian, do what outsiders should do, and fulfill that prophecy. Let this world It will not be destroyed at the hands of Morgan. Your abilities should benefit more people, rather than accompany me, a bad old man."

"Staying here is just the status quo I've had for years, it's not getting worse, and you don't have to be upset about it."

"Oh, I was wrong. Your arrival has already brought changes to me."

"My friends, although I am still sitting in this dark and decaying dungeon, I now have one more thing to do to relieve my loneliness. That is to hold hope and pray for you."

"Go ahead, Vivian, nice to meet you."

The old pastor gently wiped Vivian's fingers clean with his sleeve. He picked up the brick and filled the gap between the two of them. His answer to the vampire became his only farewell.

"Goodbye, Vivian."

Seeing that the pastor had made up his mind and continued to insist, it was not Vivian's style. She came to the exposed hidden tunnel, bowed her body, and finally said goodbye to the silent pastor.

"I will never forget you, priest of Cyclonphas, the god of ritual."

The vampire disappears into the tunnel. The dark prison returned to its usual calm.

The priest's prayer sounded in the darkness.

"The god of ritual sacrifice, the eternal white flame, the sacrificer Seclonfas."

"Your disciple, Mordred is willing to offer everything in this decaying body."

“Thus igniting the fire of victory among the strangers.”

“All sacrifices return to the ceremonial fire.”