As a faith lacking extensive history and ordained men and women of the cloth, the Order of War and Flame didn't have many orthodox "religious" rites.
After all, the subject of their reverence was not a pious being deserving of upright faith. It was wicked and irreverent, and hated the Gods. And so, the Order's rites were more occult than they were religious.
Led by Cardinal Weiss and a few other notable members of the Order, they made their way through the corridor outside the Pit's doors of heavily tempered steel. It was damp as always, but the pungent scent of blood had vanished, leaving the musk of mildew behind.
All that blood — old and new, virgin and tainted — had flowed inside Kieran, giving him his current look. His fingers looked thicker, slightly larger, and more resilient, with nails tapered to resemble a beast's sharpened claw.
