A surge of uncontrollable rage arose from the depths of the soul, nearly scorching all that was York.
At this moment, York's mind was no longer occupied with so-called faith, law, or moral dilemma. His mind was filled only with unvented anger and Gami's mockery of him.
"Tied-down justice."
Gami must be judged; he must confess to him.
In this moment, York finally recognized his mistake. He was indeed a kind and devout Priest, but sometimes he was too kind, and this extremity, in turn, fostered the birth of evil.
This was his fault, a sin birthed from his piety, for which he must take responsibility.
Tears filled York's eyes as he confessed his wrongs to his God, vowing to make amends, willing to give everything to the darkness.
Like a ravenous beast, York tore at the darkness, consuming large chunks of earth. Rainwater mixed with Blood of the Night Race poured into his mouth, the forbidden blood streaking down his throat, seeping into his body.
