His eyes were wide, the pupils blown out, a terrifying smile stretching his face into a mask of ecstasy.
"He's mad," the Druid hissed, backing away. "He's lost his preaching mind. Let's kill him and find a way out."
"The Demon Lord does not care for your world," the Priest laughed, a wet, awful sound. "His loyalty is to his sister. He only storms the mortal realm to find Purgatory and release her."
"You're spewing a whole lot of nonsense, old man," the Healer Mage shouted.
"I prayed to Azrael for thirty years!" the Priest spat, tears suddenly streaming down his face. "I begged for answers! I begged for purpose! And he gave me silence! But she... she heard me. From the dark! From the deep! She chose me!"
"Shut up!" the Knight roared, charging towards the Priest with a swing of his sword.
The Priest spread his arms wide, his robes fluttering as if caught in a storm.
"GRANT ME THE GLORIOUS CHAINS!"
Boom!
