#ajora narrative

"The next moment you lay eyes upon him you are to do exactly as I say. If he has not taken initiative yet, the Gigas needs a wake-up call. You are to take the stone- do not lie, for I sense it in this land. And you are to crush it. Not too much, just enough to scare. If that is not enough--You will have to kill him." Those words continued to haunt the saint. He had asked for a private meet with Wiegraf Folles, away from all public eye. Vormav, no, Hashmal, a terrible beast he is. To speak those words brought a fury to Ajora. He pleaded and begged, cried out, insisting that he could not do this task. He lowered his head, a hand placed onto his chest, right over where his heart lay. Not a beat was to be heard. The lion had full grasp of his soul now that the Angel lay more within the Queen of Dalmasca. The saint had be given such a short time of peace and it was ripped away from him. Ir was time now to move into the final act of Altima's play. The saint was nothing short of worried. He had not heard from Agrias Oaks in days. The stones, he had not a clue what had happened to the ones given. Only know he would have to wait. A sign of the cross was made and hands were pressed together. Now was the time to pray. "Dear God in Heaven, forgive me for what I am to do. Another trial you place before my eyes, my struggles in vain, please, give me the strength I need to overcome the demon I will face." He closed his eyes and now the waiting game began. He had only faced Velius wrath but once, but to do the bidding of the Bringer of Order? That would surely being out the fury against not only harbored for the saint, but for the Lion tenfold.

Though one thing continued to pound in his head. Speaking to Folmarv that day. How much they were alike. To know that another could relate so well in the Hell Ajora had gone through his life. He felt closure within Folmarv, but would never speak a word of it. Pressing his face into his pillow, he murmured, eyes lowering. "I know what I am to do if I am to cease this Hell. Though..I grow terrified of the outcome. God in Heaven, I pray you give me the strength I did to complete the task at hand." he closed his eyes. "And forgive me for the terrible sin that I may commit upon myself."

..I~e~u~i, No~Bo_Me~Lo ..Re-en-mi-ri~ ...Yo~ju Yo-o~Go.... Ha-Se-Te-Ka-Naa-Yee...~ Ku Ta Ma-Ye... *Stops, glancing down at the flower* An odd hymn..it sounds so saddening in melody... *Closes his eyes and breathes softly.* Pray you tell me, Just how far you shall go, Beyond the distance to a land, So far and vast as the eye can see, What stories will unfold from times past, Pray you tell me, Upon this flower grant me a wish, A wish of peace and prayer, That I offer to thee.. *Murmuring* I pray that what I am to do in the coming time will surely bring peace to Ivalice and my companions... Myself as well..

Enough with your childish antics! Velius, Zeromus! I know that your hatred has been fueled ever since the battle of the church, but please if you will. Long has it been since we have been able to roam free, with no hesitation to do as we please. Be it thanks to the Gods? HAH! The Gods that caused us to fall, they mean nothing! Mayhap it be our luck that we have the chance to do whatever comes to our mind. Pray you tell me all, have our plans not fallen through with such perfect ease? Before us now the humes will tremble! The Bloody Angel, The Bringer of Order, The Ghost of Fury, The Warlock, and The Condemner! Are more to awake? I shan't speak a word to those who hear~ Come to me, what is it we are to do? All I do is wonder what free reign we have... Oh, how excited I grow! 'Tis a shame we are missing more of those who aided us with Ivalice in pasts time. Mayhap we play with these humes for the time being? I've naught what we should do. Ahh...we've only a handful of Ultima Demons to send against them. Quite a shame really..

Pushing himself up more, he could feel the stinging pain rising and collapsed back into the puddle of blood. He continued his struggle, holding back any tears he felt just to fall again, remaining silent trying to recall what had even occurred.

Within Archades, another would fall at the hand of the auracite. The saint knew the stone had been delivered to the Judge. All that was left was to give the devil's gift to the hand of the ruling Emperor. Larsa had spoken lightly of his brother, but his patience wore thin. An audience he sought to have with the one called Vayne. Once more he would lure them into a trap. The speak of a cataclysm to befall Ivalice, a stone to give in hand, and finally another to fall prey to the Lucavi. Altima's desires to become true. Each leader now with a stone, the promise of Wiegraf's soul back into his hands, to the knight was sooner than he thought. Though, now he would need to speed the process. The angel could no longer wait. Adramelk would be awoken on spot. The saint briefly encountered him within the church. A terrifying beast the Wroth was. As Ajora made his way to the palace entrance, he spoke to the guards. "I seek an audience with the Emperor of this land."

Pray you forgive me for all my sins. Dear god in Heaven, I ask for up most mercy and strength with what I am to do. Amen. To the church he asked of Wiegraf Folles and Agrias Oaks to come. They were never ones to get along with each other, well, not without being at their throats. The saint sighed, he prayed this would not happen again. For the time being, he asked to be alone while he went to pray and now he would face them both after some time. Ajora's heart pounded in his chest. He could feel the anxiety rising through his body, fingers trembling, and feeling slightly numb. How would he tell his companions all this time, everything he said was nothing short of a lie? What would they do knowing he had been allowing the leaders of Ivalice to the Gates of Hell? It was enough, he needed to seek the help. To undo what had been done. Approaching them both from the end of the church, he stopped. His eyes were away from them both, only to gaze at the ground. He needed the chance to speak, they stood their in silence, as if anticipating his word. "Lord Wiegraf, Lady Agrias, pray you forgive me, but I must confess to you both." How he had the courage to lead up to this was hard for him. He had the fear of being killed, perhaps to even get scolded at, but he needed to accept it. Now was the time he needed all the help in the world. "I-I am truly sorry..." he hung his head, his words trailing off. "Your eyes were blind do what I have been doing. All this time, while you wondered why I traveled away at times. The stones, the auracite....I have been giving them to the political houses of Ivalice. Please, allow me to speak, you may not believe me, but all auracite I have carried.." He had to stop himself, his entire frame shaking. He needed to wait before continuing his speech. Truly, he had never felt such fear in his being, more so than facing the Lucavi. The fear of how he had broken his companions trust.