Heket

Pathetic, snivelling, vile puppet to the Red Crown. You have felled the youngest of us. We are the Bishops of the Old Faith. We protect against heresies such as yours. We are the guardians of the true word, and we will not tolerate such blasphemy. Your sins are many, and for that your loyal Followers must SUFFER! They shall starve!

— Five points to a pentagram, five portents of doom, five siblings stood abreast, five gods and one tomb...

— Shamura! We did not wish to bother you, but-

— Shamura, the Red Crown grows stronger by the day. Already it has succeeded where he has failed before. Leshy has been slain!

— Five becomes four becomes three becomes two becomes one becomes nothing.

— ... Shamura, rest. We will deal with this. Won't we, Kallamar?

— Yes, sister! Of course, sister!

— You there, vessel of the Red Crown! Bow to me, or you will regret it!

It was not so long ago that we cast out the Red Crown. A mere thousand or so years. The heresy it preached could not be tolerated. Such noxious ideals... it could not be allowed. And with greed and ambition unchecked, it drew Godly blood.

Will not suffer the same fate as Leshy... Find me in my temple. You will join your kin in slaughter!

Finally. I have been looking forward to this. Make your peace, creature. You will not be leaving this temple.

— Before us stands the last of its kind. All others we have hunted down and put to the blade.

— With this final sacrifice the prophecy will be impossible to fulfill.

— The heretic who lies bound below will be condemned to eternal captivity.

— ...and the old faith shall be preserved.

The Bishops… my family. Have they not suffered enough? Have I not suffered enough? We fought, pathetic vessel. We bled. We grieved. And yet the Red Crown wants more. No more.