Home at Last, Mighty Warrior, by Coil

Published: Dec 31 2007

They carried him upon shields raised to shoulder level. He was a proud warrior, and he deserved the highest honors. Coil and Archanis stood shoulder to shoulder with ten of the soldiers they had led to Hell and back. They had draped the War Priest in a finely woven silk cloak of the deepest purple. His circlet had been replaced upon his head and his weapons across his chest. The sad processional entered the halls of the temple, down the long stair cases and into the main hall. Lamente gasped as they marched past her, heading down the passage way to the altar room. Here they would lay him, before the Altar of the Goddess he served faithful and true. Here he would be, for all to see until the ritual came to honor his sacrifices and achievements. With reverence and honor they placed him at the foot of the stone altar. The soldiers withdrew, drawing their blades, and saluting the Warpriest one last time. Sheathing their blades they withdrew leaving Coil and Archanis alone with his broken body.