Dark Foreboding [Pt 1]

"Do not insult me, Commander. I have already said it, haven't I? I am the sword of the gods. I will be the one to render judgment on this blasphemous heathen," The Apostle stated, now glaring at the Commander.

"I-I apologize," he said, stepping aside.

She looked at the knight as he wore an expression of despair and betrayal on his face. She smiled slightly.

"Do you see now? This is the sinful nature of you heathens. At the sight of power, you all cower and tremble. However, I admit it. You are different. In the presence of my overwhelming power, you were still able to take a stand. Impressive," she said.

"If not for your heretic and blasphemous expressions, I might have praised you a bit. However, you have not only enraged the gods but even me as well. As a blade, I possess no emotions of my own. Therefore, your vile words have stirred in me things that ought not to be, poisoning even myself," she said with a frown.