God's Shield - 13 ~~~ "Dorian Honester, you have been accused of; [u]Heresy[/u] by way of perversion of biblical scriptures, worship of a false goddess, and supplication of other known heretics. [u]Conspiracy against the Imperium[/u] by way of harboring conspirators against the Imperium, embezzlement of holy church and government funds, and association with the Red-Eyes. [u]Acts against God[/u] by way of inhumane conduct of research, haphazard and unsafe research of Red-Eyes, and most atrocious of all, willing injection of TES serum into your own bloodstream. How do you respond to these accusations?" The Bishop, clad in whites and golds and hues of sullen orange, intently awaited the man's response. He fully expected a complete confession, as per the terms of the agreed upon arrangement; A life helping betray Honester's once comrades, in favor of Honester retaining his life at all. Dorian spoke, a raspy voice, broken by despair and inevitability; "I was baptized in these very halls. I haven't a life without the Imperium. I confess to all charges." The Bishop was pleased; The orange grid-lights wreathed around his robe cooled to a deep blue, ordinarily reserved for the Primaros Military. Bishop Francis had ought this such occasion was a victory fitting of any military commander. "However," Dorian Honester's voice donned a newer, more vivacious tone. Francis recognized the man's smirk, despite the fact his Researcher's Mask covered the lot of Honester's face. "Your accusations are misplaced, claiming a reverend decree from your God. But your God is angry with you." An explosion rattled off in the distance, the Elite Militia Corp sprung into action, splitting their forces between Defense of the High-Bishop and restraint of the rogue researcher turned mad-man. "You have not served your God for decades now. Of course, you don't know this, your highness. You were indoctrinated just like the rest. Yet, this does not imply you are unaware of the corruption this Imperium faces." The Red-Eyes began storming the fortress, and within moments the Mad-Man was guarded by the brutes, utilizing rudimentary guerrilla warfare, common of ancient cave men and military forces of old-earth. "No, no you are fully aware, fully enveloped by the treachery and bargaining your government faces. You simply justify it, validate your own impurities by claiming them in the name of the God whose words you swore a blood oath to uphold, yet continue to defy even now!" His voice gaining distance, but losing no power or self-righteous conviction, Honester's Eyes were fully encapsulated by the glowing red demon he willfully submitted to; "May this Imperium be cleansed in a glorious, crimson red."