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Chapter One
Normally, a collector wasn’t tasked with apprehending nonexistent threats. But tonight’s sinners were just that. Collector Marina knew this, and the quest’s true purpose. But she knew that by playing along, she could unravel the conspiracy. So, she slowly rode her horse through the smitten forest of Redemptionis Leprosi.
“I know you’re watching me,” Marina said.
Her mask’s blessing gave her an androgynous voice. Its uncanniness complemented the mouthless façade of bone white plaster, and its protruding square jawline. The sinners watching her now feared this and its name, the bauta. She knew they were trembling at the rest of her uniform as well. Loose multilayered fabric gave her the appearance of an androgynous revenant.
“What’s the matter? Afraid my headdress hides a… revenant?”
She smirked. The sinners watching her were locals brainwashed by the conspirators. And like most rural folk, they believed yarns about necromancy. Didn’t matter that there didn’t exist any confirmed cases of it, they still believed it. Any contradiction to their belief instilled fear, hence why the forest’s shadows were twitching. But why hadn’t they ambushed her yet?
Maybe they were trying to unsettle her so she’d be easier to ambush. Whenever the wind wormed through the forest’s thickets, faint bells pealed. The further she rode her horse down the pilgrimage path, the louder one bell became. A stench wormed into her bauta’s nose. Though her blessed blindfold she saw its source, and nearly tumbled off.
“What the—but they… how?”
The locals hadn’t lied to her about one thing. There was a deformed corpse drooped upside-down from a tree. A tiny bell dangled from its neck. Its lacerated skin was perfectly white. She noticed the blood pooled below, and gulped.
“T-this doesn’t prove anything! There’s no… what do you call it, ‘sin-see-kwee’?”
Her tongue knotted from saying the latter. This “Synnsequi” sounded like the result of a drunken yarn in name and concept. Undead fused together inside wooden armor? Who heard of such a thing? Then again, this corpse was whipped, and they said the Synnsequi had a whip. She scoffed. The real horror in this forest was what the other pealing bells meant. A bead of sweat rolled down her head. She glanced about, but saw nothing.
She looked back at the corpse’s bell. Her face reddened. The bell signified a “leper”, a slur for someone infected with leprosy. It was meant to warn people of their presence so they could shun these purported sinners. These particular “lepers” only sin was living in a village Matre Terra chose to smite in the midst of a temper tantrum. It reminded Marina that although the matres created and co-governed humanity, only Matre Luna should’ve been ruling.
She drew her rapier. Wrapped around its grip was a cloth talisman. With it and a prayer, she could cast her miracle. She mouthed the prayer, expecting the locals to ambush any second. And yet, they didn’t.
Normally, a collector wasn’t tasked with apprehending nonexistent threats. But tonight’s sinners were just that. Collector Marina knew this, and the quest’s true purpose. But she knew that by playing along, she could unravel the conspiracy. So, she slowly rode her horse through the smitten forest of Redemptionis Leprosi.
“I know you’re watching me,” Marina said.
Her mask’s blessing gave her an androgynous voice. Its uncanniness complemented the mouthless façade of bone white plaster, and its protruding square jawline. The sinners watching her now feared this and its name, the bauta. She knew they were trembling at the rest of her uniform as well. Loose multilayered fabric gave her the appearance of an androgynous revenant.
“What’s the matter? Afraid my headdress hides a… revenant?”
She smirked. The sinners watching her were locals brainwashed by the conspirators. And like most rural folk, they believed yarns about necromancy. Didn’t matter that there didn’t exist any confirmed cases of it, they still believed it. Any contradiction to their belief instilled fear, hence why the forest’s shadows were twitching. But why hadn’t they ambushed her yet?
Maybe they were trying to unsettle her so she’d be easier to ambush. Whenever the wind wormed through the forest’s thickets, faint bells pealed. The further she rode her horse down the pilgrimage path, the louder one bell became. A stench wormed into her bauta’s nose. Though her blessed blindfold she saw its source, and nearly tumbled off.
“What the—but they… how?”
The locals hadn’t lied to her about one thing. There was a deformed corpse drooped upside-down from a tree. A tiny bell dangled from its neck. Its lacerated skin was perfectly white. She noticed the blood pooled below, and gulped.
“T-this doesn’t prove anything! There’s no… what do you call it, ‘sin-see-kwee’?”
Her tongue knotted from saying the latter. This “Synnsequi” sounded like the result of a drunken yarn in name and concept. Undead fused together inside wooden armor? Who heard of such a thing? Then again, this corpse was whipped, and they said the Synnsequi had a whip. She scoffed. The real horror in this forest was what the other pealing bells meant. A bead of sweat rolled down her head. She glanced about, but saw nothing.
She looked back at the corpse’s bell. Her face reddened. The bell signified a “leper”, a slur for someone infected with leprosy. It was meant to warn people of their presence so they could shun these purported sinners. These particular “lepers” only sin was living in a village Matre Terra chose to smite in the midst of a temper tantrum. It reminded Marina that although the matres created and co-governed humanity, only Matre Luna should’ve been ruling.
She drew her rapier. Wrapped around its grip was a cloth talisman. With it and a prayer, she could cast her miracle. She mouthed the prayer, expecting the locals to ambush any second. And yet, they didn’t.