[Suzerain of Sheol]

There is little room left in the recon vehicle, and they find themselves cramped among the soldiers in their bulky armor as it speeds across the desolate terrain. Their escorts say nothing more along the way, leaving a fraught quiet hanging over them as the night deepens. After an hour, though, perhaps slightly less, they reach the city, pulling into a small guard station beside the main gates.

As they are shuffled inside, they are met by more of the towering warriors, some truly huge and clearly altered beyond the human norm in some fashion. Weapons of terrible destruction abound in their hands, but none of them are aimed at the company as of yet. In a small side-chamber, they are deposited at the desk of a small, shaven-headed man in a docent's robe -- the Chaplain -- with only a single mute guard to watch over them.,

Upon their arrival, he stands and studies them one by one, golden light flaring in his eyes as he looks into their souls. He says nothing. After a moment, he moves from behind the desk and lays a single hand against their foreheads in turn. First, Feenai, who he passes over quickly. Dante, who takes a moment's consideration longer. Dara, who earns a perplexed scowl but is apparently. When he comes to Lev, he pauses, his eyes flaring once more as though wary, then his finger's brush the creature's flesh...

The Chaplain picks himself up from the wreckage of his desk, signaling frantically for his guard to stand down, and spares a moment to collect his breath before making his judgment.

"I do not... know... what you are... beyond me... beyond God perhaps... you must... must... be brought before the Celestrine. I saw salvation... and I saw doom.... I am but... but a man."