Sinner

Entering the garden Ansley and Kevin remained on guard. The sounds of rain played musically through the terrace. Fall weather had stripped the bushes of their flowers, and the trees of their leaves. What remained strong in the chilly season were the evergreens and holly shrubs. In the center of the divine oasis was a statute of a religious icon. With hand held out in welcome, the motherly visage of the stove carving was warming. The marble image was raised up on a pedestal, carrying her high above the red, cobblestone path.

How unnervingly paradoxical that a figure that blessed lady was one that protected against evil, only for it to have occupied the sacred halls. A devout himself, Ansley quickly freed a hand to draw the sacred gesture in the air, saying his prayers. The violence they were about to bring to the church would certainly be sacrilege.

"Don't worry Ans." Kevin chuckled. "I doubt your God is gonna bat a dude when we clear out these hellspawn."