Aimee stayed at the church for the rest of that day. Kneeling before the altar, she did nothing but pray, hoping for a sign. Occasionally she would anoint herself with holy water hoping that it would cleanse the taste of scum from her lips. But even if she immediately reincarnated into a newborn body, she still would feel filthy. She felt so violated. Every fiber of her being wanted to crazy; she wanted to go back to that guild hall and kill everyone there. One bullet in each of their heads. But she had to control herself. She knew these erratic emotional swings was due to her goddess's blessing. In the wrong hands they turn normal people into madmen. But Aimee wasn't going to lose control so easily. Her faith was too strong to let it waver now. Granted she had her moments of weakness: She had originally intended to just leave the guild hall peacefully, but something awoke inside of her that forced her to draw her gun. She didn't mean it, but she also knew that no one else would understand.

Those faithless heathens just had no idea what it meant to be touched by the gods. They were all vile savages who turned away from the gods. Even if they had the slightest awareness, they were far too barbaric to earn the gods attention. Indeed, this city was seeped with sin. Adventurers who only cared about themselves and money, who partook in sinful activities like indulging succubi, necromancy, or worse, [i]heresy[/i]. [color=crimson]"Please, my lady, give me a sign... Tell me that my faith is pure and true! Save me from the vile corruption of those disgusting infidels..."[/color] She looked up at the statue of her goddess, praying for some sign. Anything at all to validate Aimee's seething hatred.