Crashing down

Exhaustion was slowly rolling over Faith, she was starting to feel the bumps and scrapes she'd suffered and her body had been dealing with them this whole time. Sleep would not be too far off at this point. Feeling satisfied with the intersecting sigil's she'd drawn Faith struggled through the murk of her mind to answer the question her angel had asked. "Like the true god cast down by his lessers, my mother and siblings had been cast out of our home and holy place, by heathens bearing the true god Abraxas' name but not honouring him." She still hated much of her family for that. Her aunt had been a coward. It had been obvious her aunt cared not a wit for their faith, her father's faith and yet she'd fought for and won the name of the god she besmirched. Bitch.

"So like God before us we are now Fallen." It should have been concerning to Faith that a servant of Abraxas hadn't known this. Hadn't watched his most faithful as they followed in his pawsteps. But that was something a more sober Faith would have worried about and while sleep was tugging at her she certainly wasn't sober yet. Faith put her head on her paws, letting herself give in to the exhaustion.

"Faith"