The Doctor of Rhodes Island is a good man, but even good men can be broken. He tried to endure the loneliness and resentment, but his patience and goodwill ran dry.
Follow the Former Doctor of Rhodes Island as he creates his path.
Rhodes Island wi...
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(A.N. Has a tilted Halo on his head and Sankta wings)
The Sankta that has gained the Reporter's attention with his messy blonde hair and green jacket, bandages and plasters all over him was the one that killed the Gun-Knight.
The large weapon he was carrying was a Boys AT rifle. A scarce sight in Laterano, most Sankta would care little to use this as a patron-firearm. Instead, they preferred something with a higher rate of fire.
Anyone who knew of that weapon knew that the poor Gun-Knight stood no chance against it, which was only proven right.
But to openly kill a Gun-Knight on a live news feed was ballsy. Thankfully, the Rebels didn't seem bothered by the presence of the news crew as they continued past them and the square to another part of the waring city.
The reporter had to ask him!
"Excuse me, Sir!" The reporter walked over to the passing Sankta with the Boy's rifle. The camera followed the Reporter reluctantly. The Rebel Sankta around them glared at the Reporter in annoyance.
"Can I help you?" The Sankta with the Boys said.
"Can you tell us why you are fighting?"
"Heh... To send a message to the cowards in power that we won't sit down and shut up because they say so..."
"Why would they want us to 'shut up."
"A Living Saint has appeared, and the first thing the Curia and Pope have done is immediately announce that it's all filthy lies... It wasn't a lie... Why would the Curia and Pope call it lies?! I will tell you; It's because they fear for their power. The Living Saint has come, and ALL Sankta know what that means!" He stared directly into the camera,
"Most of our viewers are not Sankta. Could you explain what it means to them?" The reporter urged.
"Gladly! The Appearance of a Living Saint can only have two meanings, One: The Sarkaz are about to unite under a Lord of Fiends and attempt to dominate Terra, which the Saint will prevent or Two: The Living Saint will come and lead the Sankta as they truly should have been from the start, not by fools clinging to their power desperately." So he said reverently as all the Sankta around him stopped to listen and cheer.
"Which do you believe is the most likely?"
"Both, Maybe it won't be the Sarkaz, but mark my words! The Lord of Fiends is coming! And the Living Saint is going to save us all!"
"Well...Thank you for speaking with me."
~
Back In Rhodes Island, everyone stared at their screens in shock. Questions bounced around their heads. So that's why the Sankta were rebelling? Is their government calling the Living Saint a lie?
The Lord of Fiends is returning and will dominate Terra. What?!
At Rhodes, the Various Sarkaz looked around and sweatdropped at the suspicious looks they were receiving.
Warfarin once again sat next to Kal'tsit as they watched the news. Warfarin snorted in amusement. "Ha...Really? Do people believe that nonsense? It's like they think we Sarkaz are like a horde mechanic from a video game."
Kal'tsit watched the screen with wide eyes. She looked like she had just sucked a lemon.
Would Theresa do that? Would Amiya? Theresis would undoubtedly try if he could and will likely try anyway.
~
In the heart of Victoria's capital, a pink-haired male Sarkaz sat in a dark room with a glass of whiskey, watching the news report from Laternao.
At first, he thought it was Amusing to watch the Sankta kill each other.
But as soon as the Living Saint was mentioned, the Whiskey glass was crushed in his grip as he growled in hatred.
And then to yell in fury as some moronic Sankta tells the world what the Lord of Fiends would do if they united the Sarkaz.
This world belongs to a united Sarkaz!
He would bring Terra to heel.
A utopia for Sarkaz but an Age of strife for all other races.
Theresis smirked in the dark.
~
"Are we there yet?" Lappland called out for the 50th time.
"No!" In return, the Orca pilot shouted for the 50th time as they descended into Lungmen.
"How about now?" Lappland smirked at the irked Pilot.
"Yes..." The Pilot cried in relief as he landed the Orca
Lappland didn't even respond as she ran to the back of the Orca, pushing past other people and quickly fleeing the Orca as fast as she could. However, she was immediately unimpressed upon spotting the Headquarters of the Enclave.
This was the hideout of these Farsight followers? A rundown building in the worst part of Lungmen.
The Siracusa 12 made it sound like the Lungmen Enclave forces, and Farsight was a huge problem.
She would need to meet this Farsight to find Texas and get more free food.
Then there was the matter of the order she had from the Siracusa Mafia to take Farsight's life.
Meet Farsight first, and see if he is worth killing.
Lappland walked briskly into the sizeable rundown building and smirked at anyone that got too close to her, making them uncomfortable.
She was going to enjoy this place.
Unknown to the wild white Lupo, a pair of glowing eyes of a certain Farseer was already watching her on the security cameras from the command centre.
