“For has not God proclaimed, as the first of many principles, and above all other moral or spiritual values in creation, the freedom, devotion, strength, mercy, honor, truth, bravery, justice and wisdom with which we properly map our own existential predispositions and the reality in which they have to function? And did not God tell us that there is nothing besides these values one ought to guard with such ire and anxiety? That there is nothing in creation of which one should be a stronger, more splenorous guardian? Because, what attacks it are demons of Mammon and the Grand Duke Belial and all Enochian Watchers, and they are in deranged union with one-another, and they conspire against everything that is good... they ride the steppe under similar vexillology and with the same standards of sin and vice clutched in their rat hands... and behind them follow their many-pronged armies, auxiliaries, slaves and others forms and shapes of scum they have managed to conscript into their filthy, Godless ranks – either through seduction, false promise, terror, evil threats or some guileful, cunning combination of them all!”
“But we never engaged with those packs of sinners and derelicts”, the other sister said proudly. She coughed in her hand, some passion-blood had shot out, she did not care – she wiped it with her right middle-finger in a line just above the base of the nose upwards the forehead and her hair. She put her hands to the ground and arose in mystical feline posture, discharging some aural mist or some paranormal effluence in the short meanwhile. The animals fled, the birds chirped nervously and a blackening of the sky descended above, all over.
“We would never associate with the Mammon-folk…”
She looked me in the eye.
“We are the Zorza."
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