And the lord said have mercy upon his soul

He watched her glee at his approval and praise. His eyes ever watchful of not only her but of the surrounding area. He knew some might not take kindly to his religion but he would not falter in his beliefs or purpose. His lord would be praised in these lands. He dipped his head at her words. "Indeed, perhaps the heathens ofyour homeland had at once praised lord Diaboli's name as my homeland does."

He glanced again at the stones as she moved to lean against him. He did not mind, each female needed different things for their happiness and if this is what she needed he gave it freely. His head craned, resting on hers delicately, never placing it's full weight on her head.

Her next words were a question. One he had to think upon for a few moments. Her reservation was noted, he didn't care to force her to do as he and the most devout believers of his god did. "Only our lord may tell us so, but I believethathe would be proud to have the sermons done here. This place is like the sanctuaryofmy home. Silent, and divine feeling." he gave a slight nod to it. "Never you mind the sacrificial part though my dear. You do not need take part in it if you do not wish to. I'm aware some are raised to believe what I do is wrong, and I'll not force you to take part in it." his words were meant to reassure her that he would not cast her aside for disagreeing with some parts of his worship.

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