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TEMPLE OF THE EVERLASTING UNITY // THIRD MOONRISE OF SECOND SEASON
All language within - { } - is translated to 'English' from Native.

Requires Discipline winced as the scalding hot water poured over his leathery skin. The stench of burning flesh reached his nostrils, and his entire body convulsed and shivered. As the water stopped, he shook himself dry before limping out of the purifying chamber. Grabbing his furs he pulled his hood over his head, hunching his back over he walked through the hallways of the Temple. The Holy avoided looking at him, as they shuffled awkwardly through the halls to avoid coming too close to him. He could hear their murmurs, and while it wasn't entirely unheard of for a Tainted to be within the confines of the temple it certainly wasn't a daily occurrence.

R-D as his friends called him, approached the Holy Ones quarters. Pausing as he looked up at the door. Normal protocol for anyone else was to knock, however R-D was tainted. He couldn't touch anything in the temple, even after his wash. Let alone the Deacons quarters. Perhaps the fact he had been asked for would overrule any traditional barrier that had been put up before him? He stood staring at the door for what felt like an eternity before it finally slid open in the seamless way that only the ancestors' technology seemed to achieve. Not even the sorcery of the Demons came close. 

As the door opened, R-D immediately dropped to his knees when he was confronted by the Holy One, pulling his hood even lower to conceal his tarnished and bruised face. 

{Rise young one.}

The Deacon swept with her hand, her hand moving far closer to R-Ds chin than any of the Holy had ever come. R-D nearly flinched in response, again all his years of learning protocol and what they could and couldn't do were useless in this current situation. R-D stood but kept his head bowed, staring down at the Holy Ones taloned feet.

{I have called you here because of who you are.}

Underneath his cowl, R-D raised his eyebrow, who he was? He hadn't been named Requires Discipline because he had behaved himself throughout his youth. He had pushed boundaries, convention, and the sanity of his elders to their limits. His crippled leg and lower arm were a result of the Discipline that had been required of him. 

{Speak, Child.}

{I apologise Holy One. I do not understand, I am just one of the many, one of the Tainted and the dishonoured. The will of the Gods is yours to interpret.}

The Deacon chuckled slightly. {I understand child, come in-} She raised an arm to guide him into the room. {I understand that on many occasions, you have attempted to understudy the Shapers?}

Inside his head, RD winced slightly. Was this what it was about? Was he to be punished for heresy? What sort of punishment could The Holy One place upon him?

{To my shame, I have. I always felt that despite my duty I could better serve the Gods if I-}

The Deacon turned and raised her hand to stop him. Her face looked calm and peaceful. He recognised the caring expression, it mirrored that of the Nest-Fathers when he was a child. {I did not bring you here to punish you Child-} Did she know his thoughts? Was this one of the gifts that the Gods had bestowed upon her? He had heard tales of Deacons and Prophets who had gained fantastical and mystical abilities. Was the ability to read minds one of these abilities? {-instead I have come to encourage you.}

R-D couldn't help but look up to her in shock, several demon profanities spiralled through his mind at the sheer disbelief of what she had said. Throughout his entire life, he had been told to remain in his place, remember his station and what he was. Now, this?

{What I say next, does not leave this room-}

RD bowed his head. {I understand, Holy-One.}

{-the new star in the sky. Is the Demons Gateway, it has re-opened, and we need someone to go through it.}
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