Prophet of Sins V.2 part 3

“I suppose you all feel rather clever,” Mother Mary replied. “And suppose Lillian has finally succeed at something”

“Me?” Lillian replied. “What could I have had to do with all this?”  She stood and look as innocent looking as she could. “Every matter of affair could fail if I guided them, afterall”

“Much like our young Travis” Mother Mary replied. “Which explains this.”

A silver shepard dragged two behind him with his crock before throwing them.

“An occultist and alchemist?” Lillian asked “together?”

“Another typical sin, Lillian” Mother Mary replied.

“Love is hardly a sin, Mother” Father Tibet replied. “And our creed says to help the lost”

“As we shall, starting with the blasphemy of this town.” Mother Mary stated as she walked away.
“And I shall have to see where in this you belong Sister Lillian.” What was supposed to be a day of celebration became one of fear and preparation. There was almost panic and debate on whether or not they should fight. Discussions carried on just past dusk, and quickly became murmurs of confusion as one after the other various occultists and alchemists were handed a list and then ran off in various directions. Slowly people learn to gather at the town square As the hour to their judgment slowly approached.

Lillian mumbled looking over what various ingredients had been gathered. “Liquid? I still need a liquid.”

“Doesn’t have to be pure I hope.” Trox stated bring his wagon of beer over. “I thought you couldn’t create a light circle yourself.”

“I can’t.” Lillian stated. “Not properly.” she motioned for him to dump the barrel, and started chanting. Trox grinned before pushing a barrel over edge, and letting as much flow out as possible at first it seemed to be pouring out normally, but slowly it seemed to be shaping itself. Lillian began grabbing ingredients as the booming sound of an echoing splash encircled the town. “I need that torch, and more time.” The pushback effort was ragtag and boorish, but it was proving at least somewhat effective. The massive army of silver shepherds was clearly going slower than they would have liked. It was a long and painful process, but finally the ground itself shined bright. The words "In thy name and consideration. Hallowed is this place.” echoed across town. Trox held up his hands and Braoxenqu’s box as he cheered with the others as the silver shepherd began to walk away. Lillian sighed exhausted, and sat down in his wagon. “That box of yours might not work for a spell.” She stated as Trox took her home.

“Oh, I suppose just letting people starve and die was supposed to work?” Trox turned to look at Lillian before a loud thud from behind caught the attention of both. The familiar sound of an echoing splash grew louder and louder “Don’t they fade? This is way more than usual.”

“We did a bit more than usual!” Lillian yelled as they closed in. “Just keep heading forward!” Lillian mumbled for a rather long time as liquid silver wobbled the wagon. Trox did every turn he could think of, but to no avail.

“I can’t keep this up, Lillian!” Trox shouted as two more shots hit the wagon. Lillian completed her last chant.

“You can keep your sun, I'll take the lantern. If this is your day, I'll take the night. If this is what it takes, I'll make my own damn light!” A wild chimera made of shadows hopped out of the wagon, and began eating the shepherds as the occultist and alchemist woke up .