"Soka, this is the feather you originally placed inside the statue of the Limb Temple. I swapped it with my own hair. I've kept it with me, and now I'm returning it to you." Priest Joe held the feather firmly between three fingers, placing it before Soka: "If not for meeting you, this lovely little girl, I might have long fallen into hatred and darkness." He pulled out a necklace from his collar, which had a badge with a skull and crossed scythes, "Thank you, Soka, for letting me remember warmth."
"Are you a priest of the God of Death?" Lynch frowned, looking at Joe. A priest of the God of Death is essentially the same as an assassin or executioner; their only purpose is to harvest life.
"Yes, I am a priest of the God of Death. I'm sorry for keeping this hidden." He looked at Lynch, indifferent to the mage's disgusted expression: "But from now on, I will worship and revere death itself, not the path leading to it."
Lynch sighed, never able to understand the priest's mindset.
