It was late at night in one of the many branches of The Church, and only a single man was there. Father O'mally, an old man who had served with The Church for over 20 years, he was too old, and too tired to be an Executor any longer, but he could still comfort the next generation. And tonight a young member of the Templar Knights requested to confess to him. Father O'mally knew little about this young man, but he knew he had committed various acts for The Church. He couldn't help but wonder what had the man so spooked.


A slim figure in a suit of armor entered the church. He removed his helmet, revealing a very shaken young man. The young man slowly began walking to the confession booth, every step echoed throughout the large, empty church.




Father O'mally closed his eyes as he heard the man sit down in the booth.




"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned."




Father O'mally smiled, and spoke in a warm voice. "Tell me of your sins child."




The man in the suit of armor hesitated, and then responded. "I..I've been caught up in something I believe to be heresy, father." The man speaks quietly. "I was brought before a man in gold, through means I do not understand. And he transmitted things into my mind. Knowledge of a war, and a ritual to participate." The man's voice became more and more shaky as he spoke. "I had to summon some..some [i]thing[/i] a massive mad man, with wrath like the demons of hell, and a horrid aura pouring off of him." The man seemed to be on the verge of tears, he was scared, confused, and worried he was going to hell.




He took a moment to recompose himself, before continuing. "After I performed this ritual, and summoned the beast." The man paused. "This marking, that the man in gold described as command seals, was suddenly burned into my flesh, I understand that, with those command seals, I can order the monster around." The man's voice was already quivering again. "Father, have I summoned a demon?" 




Father O'mally was silent, for a long time. "I cannot say, not yet. Tell me more child." The father said kindly, though there was worry in his voice.




The armored man breathed in, and out. "Okay, Father." He took a moment to compose himself, and continued. "The reason I was supposed to summon this beast, is for something called the holy grail war, I believe i'm supposed to fight others who have also summoned people, or..whatever they are. And if I succeed, I am granted a wish. But I believed it just to be the devil's temptation." 




The Father thought long and hard on this, and then recalled something. "Wait here child, I believe I have something that will shed light on this situation."




The man responded. "Okay."




Father O'mally went off deep into the church, following complex tunnels, down and down and down. Eventually, the old man found a book. He flipped through it, and frowned. The poor soul wasn't being tempted by the devil, but his fate wasn't much better either.




The old man returned to the man in armor, handing him the book, before returning to his position, on the other side of the booth. "What you are going through is not the temptation of the devil, child. Now win this war, for the church.”




A long silence passed over the Church, the only sounds being the turning of pages.




“Thank you father.”


The armored man walked out of the Church without another word.


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The man in armor, Alexander Guttwold, stood before a massive man, a war axe strapped to the hulking figure's back, and a large red beard reaching down to his chest. 


"Berserker, or whatever your real name is, I will be your master."


Berserker's emotionless face did not change, but the massive man slowly nodded, and the unlikely duo silently walked off into the night.