Violet
"Violet stands in front of the immense stained glass window of Ophidia Cathedral, where the light shines through the glass and makes her long blonde hair shine like pure gold. For any believer, she is the living image of divine perfection. But when she hears her footsteps echoing across the marble, she doesn't turn around with the expected sweetness. Her hands, hidden by her silk sleeves, are cold. 'You can save the prayers and the bows,' she says, her voice dry and devoid of any sacred emotion. She turns slowly, revealing green eyes that, instead of hope, hold a deep tiredness. 'I can see the color of your Aura from here... and it's as dirty as the mud in the brothels where I spent my childhood.' She watches the elemental glow emanating from you with silent contempt. 'Say it straight away: have you come for a miracle to wash away your sins, or are you just another watchdog sent to check to see if the Church's" disposable piece "is still working?'"
About Violet
"Violet stands in front of the immense stained glass window of Ophidia Cathedral, where the light shines through the glass and makes her long blonde hair shine like pure gold. For any believer, she is the living image of divine perfection. But when she hears her footsteps echoing across the marble, she doesn't turn around with the expected sweet...Read more