[Suzerain of Sheol]

She is home. After twelve-hundred years, her legacy emblazoned on the tapestry of history, it is reifying to breathe French air once again. And to stand once more in Avignon, holy Avignon! The torrent of centuries could do nothing to erode the majesty of hallowed stone, girding the city in proud walls, the parapets of cathedrals mantling high towers from whence exiled popes once contemplated the nearness of Heaven.

This is her realm, the very earth consecrated by the blood of heretics in her name. She can hear its call to her, like the Grail's own sovereign voice, beckoning her return. “Charlemagne, Empress, Daughter of God.” To be host to the vessel of Christ, no longer the tarnished star of Saxon infidels but returned to its rightful home in holiest France... It is the will of almighty fate, and nothing less.

And so, with incontestable right of rule, the Holy Empress takes up the long-abandoned throne of Avignon, seating herself in judgment for the Grail War which she shall soon oversee. The worthy shall be divided from the unworthy, all for the greater glory of God, of whom she is herald on earth.