Snippet #1914747

Lukas orion Shot up from his chair, roaring at the top of his lungs.
"Some of my friends.. DIED that night ye callous GIT! WE MAY NOT BE FULLY HUMAN ANYMORE BUT WE KNOW HOW TO HONOR ONE ANOTHER, WE AREN'T MACHINES, WE BLEED JUST LIKE YOU."
Ultimately the pang of pain caused by Markuss telling him he was far from human hurt the most.
He turned, and headed for the door, resting his hand on the opening mechanism, pausing to turn and talk to his friend one more time.
"Aye...." he said, nodding in agreement.
"I'm not human, never will be again. And you aren't one of my crusader buddies...

I did contact someone to help, been working on it since ye got here and he finally agreed to come.
He'll set ya right, and afterwards we'll get ye a shuttle to Terra, and you won't have to worry about us again."

He pulled the lever to the door, opening the door.
Six crusaders in gold armor piled into the room, taking positions on either side of the door and standing at attention.

Inside strode a massive man, massive even by crusader standards.
The Father of mankind entered the room, leveling his gaze onto Markuss.

He was an awe-inspiring sight to behold, nothing save for his size seemed to be unusual with outward appearances but the being before him exuded an aura of majesty, one of a progenitor, creator, one could sense they were in the presence of a being of great importance.

Already Markuss' ailments had begun to recede, the demon inside of him recoiling from the presence of the anathema.
As the room was filled by the light of his being, a warm, soothing sensation filled the room, uplifting all those who were in the room, save for the demon, of course.

The bearded, ancient gave Markuss a kind smile and nodded his head. He need not say anything, Markuss could almost sense the man's presence in the air around him, feeling a great sense of ease wash over him.

The door closed behind Lukas, as he exited the room