The two men had spoken for hours into the longest night of the year, and gradually, the white-haired High Priest had come to accept that not only was he the younger of the two, but that High Inquisitor Ignatious could offer him something that no one else in the church had been able to for more than twenty years; a perspective that came from a life lived decades longer, facing challenges of faith that weren't any smaller than his own.
Ignatious held nothing back from his fellow clergyman. Everything he'd suffered at the hands of High Lord Hamdi, the decades he'd spent trapped in literal darkness and the torment he'd suffered for much of his life left Aubin's heart aching, but the wisdom and knowledge that Ignatious had gained proved to be an even greater balm to his soul.
"So in the end, vampires, witches and saints, or oracles rather, are all facets of the same greater force," Aubin said as he grappled with what he'd been told.
