[h1]Barlour City: Gilgamesh HQ[/h1]

A lone man clad in the fine armor of the knights of yore strode forth, his attire fiercely clashing with the grimy cement and asphalt surrounding him. Below his boots was a parking lot, housing the cars of an untold number of cubicle drones and suit-clad executives. In front of his face was a massive skyscraper, one built by the greed and lies of the unfaithful. The heretics inside thought themselves an equal authority with Heaven and therefore God Almighty, and that would not stand. Somehow, even the blank bucket helm adorning his face conveyed an expression of divine wrath as he stared defiantly at the leviathan that DARED to raise a hand against divine servants.

No, it had done even worse than merely declare war on our Lord and Savior. The church had many ears. Antonio had heard tell that this so-called business did terrible things to His servants. They performed "experiments". The most innocent beings in existence, guides to humanity, were now used for vivisections, dissections, and torture. If the information held true, their very souls were forfeit.

To claim any being's soul was an unforgivable crime.

"Today..." he began, before raising his voice to a thunderous roar, "TODAY I, FATHER ANTONIO HASTA, EXORCIST, PALADIN, HUMBLE SERVANT OF OUR LORD, DECLARE CRUSADE AGAINST THE FILTH OF THIS CITY, THE HERETICS, UNBELIEVERS AND DEMONS, UNDER THE ORDERS OF THE ARCHBISHOP OF ROME, POPE FRANCIS, IN THE NAME OF OUR LORD JESUS CHRIST. MAY GOD HAVE MERCY ON YOUR SOULS, FOR I HAVE NONE. AMEN!"

The lone warrior of the next crusade raised his fist, a long, golden lance materialized in his hand, giving the faint call of a trumpet.

[h3]"AMEN!"[/h3]