6:12 p.m. - Sun enters 26� Aquarius, Anno IVxvi
The purification of Father Damian
The night was young and the cool breeze that caressed Father Damian's face reminded him, that even though he was not of the ordinary world, he was not alone. After fighting for hours in his head, he felt the need to get up and leave. Aimlessly walking the streets of what seemed to be a deserted town at times, except for the soul or two that passed Father Damian without lifting their stare to meet his. And he wept inside...
His moment of sorrow was then met with a sting, to his left arm. You see, Father Damian has been battleling with himself a lot, and since his back is completely covered up in scars, he had no other choice but to cut his left arm.

He ran like a mad man through the streets, back to his assylum because he knew that the world not be safe if his inner demon was let loose. Once inside his room, he rolled up his sleeve, and began to hack away at his skin as if he was giving out cakes during Sunday Mass. Then poured out the Holy blood and he could think of nothing else but to drink of it. That blessed taste quinched a thirst inside Father Damian's mouth that he did not know he had. After the long hard battle... a price at last!