Standing on the roof some distance from his brother apprentice, Inquisitor Stark remained in his silent prayer. A few moment after when Ballog arrived on the roof he finished his prayer. "In nomen Diis, Amen." Stark was now dressed in his monk robes the signified him as a ranking member of the Inquisition. The hunters took his armor and his hammer, but he 'reaquiesed' them and kept them near his person. You could take the Inquisitor out of his armor, just not for long. At the first sense of combat beginning he plans to don his armor and charge in with his hammer. He turned his head towards the two younger men near him. The young, putting socializing above research and the hunting of daemons. He opened his book that he had chained to his body at all times. He looked towards the different pages and looked up the possible monsters that they might be facing. Stark knew that once he saw the monster, he would know exactly what to throw at him, besides himself of course. He considered going down into the church, but he knew better. Daemons and heretics flee before the Inquisition, and keeping them away will not catch the target.

Closing the book, Stark kept his hand on his armor and hammer, waiting, another daemon would fall at his hands, and more glory to the Inquisition; as well as another satanic being would be removed from this world. The world had been changing, the world was not quite the same as it had been in the histories, but just as the times change, some of the daemons changed as well, others did not. What would be the next daemon to fall, Stark wondered, and how would brother Antony perform in the face of the daemons he would be hunting later in life.

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Credit to Valentine for sig