The Sion of Hevren, the city also known by its olden name of Berlin, Johnathan Stelridge, burned with fervour atop the pulpit. His preaching was closing to its fevered conclusion, and the audience was rapt in its attention.

“That is why we born of magic must resist the cold incursion of those who call themselves servants of technology, for we know that to serve the fires of industry is naught but to accept enslavement by cold steel. That is the message this church seeks to pass to each and every-one of you, and soon, soon we will be strong enough to send back those who scarred this earth, whose legacy we still seek to heal to this very day, we will change them or we will tear them asunder.” Always the orator, he paused and allowed the applause to ring out, the assembled crowds burning with the fire only a true believer could stoke within the soul of a mortal. It was a satisfying sight. 

“Thank you for listening my children, depart now and take this message to all those you meet, it is the Church of Remus that hears your pleas, together we are strong, we will fight the fires of industry and drive out those who defy God himself, good night.” As always the few individuals who had failed to seem properly engaged were picked up as they exited by some higher members of the brotherhood, either magically tracked or taken away for questioning. Infiltration was always a concern for the increasingly paranoid founder of the Church, Romus.

Johnathan walked away from the pulpit, his brown robes flapping around his ankles somewhat dramatically, his large form making its way through a few stragglers with benevolent care towards their wellbeing. The stern faced priest may not have looked quite the part with his rough exterior, but there was a genuine goodness in the Sion. He rubbed at his temple with meaty hands almost the moment he entered the privacy of his chambers at the back of the church. The tension left him slowly, but there was always that niggling doubt that sank somewhere deep beneath his subconscious, emanating a sharp but somehow subtle discomfort. Was all what it seemed?