[Suzerain of Sheol]

"Unless you command me otherwise, mistress, I will remain without and keep watch for the activity of our enemies." Pelles feels at once serene and despicable standing again on holy ground. "Know that I am but a thought away, should you find yourself in danger." His hand aches for the presence of the divine spear, still sealed by Command Spell, but hour of vindication is not far off, now. Christ wept in Gethsemane, knowing what impended. The Fisher-King prepares for bloody execution, knowing the same.