[member="Galina Kerrigan-Alcori"]
Prayer session. Kaida absolutely hated it. The Church was little more than an instrument to exert social control and make the Eldorai docile, the Great Goddess Ashira was a fraud, the whole religion was bogus. Clinging to archaic mysticism was what had held the Eldorai back for so long.
Well, she knew things were a bit more complex than that, but it still left a bad taste in her mouth. However, an Angelii officer was expected to set an example, even if it meant going through the motions and faking devotion. So she had likewise found her way into the chapel, taking a seat on one of the frontal pews.
It did not take long until Priestess Eileithya walked upon the hard stone ground towards the altar. Soft footfalls and the deft sweeping of purple robes along the burgeoining sensation of serenity announced her arrival into the hall. Beneath the appearance of tranquility, faith burnt as bright and hot inside her as the fires of Ashira. Incense was being burnt in the corners of the room, releasing the sweet scent of fragrant smoke into the air. To the left and the right, before stained glass windows, were big obelisk shaped mounts, which projected inspiring lines from Eldorai holy texts.
A large, human-sized statue of Ashira dominated the chapel. The Goddess' features conveyed benevolence, wisdom and strength. In one hand she held the avenging sword, in the other a book. Stylised imagery of the other deities and angels could be found on the windows.
The Priestess took up position. There was a melodic quality to her voice, which she seemed to have little difficulty projecting across the hall. "Greetings, sisters. Thank you for attending, even though I can understand if after such a trying day some of you have other things on your mind!" she declared. Always best to start by lightening things up a bit. Well, at least she thought so.
"There is no Creator but Ashira and Tirathana is her Viceroy," she said solemnly, making a V sign with two fingers. Every Angelii followed suit and recited the declaration of faith, even Kaida, though the Seraph would rather chew on a razor blade.
"We make obeisance to the Great Goddess Ashira, Creator and Mother, Healer and Protector. To her we owe our life, to her blessed light we look in the darkness. Hers was the hand that forged us and to her we shall return when called to her heavenly realm. In war, we take upon her blade and summon her sacred fire. Her blessings be upon you and Her Majesty, our Sovereign Lady the Star Queen."
She would wait for a few moments while the Angelii recited these lines before continuing. "I...originally had a different theme in mind. But after today's events, I'd like to expand the planned memorial service to include not only those the Company lost on during the Exodus, but the poor souls you found today. They are our blood, our cousins, and, above all, they were innocents murdered unjustly. Though they've left this world, their souls watch us from the heavens. In our hearts, the dead are eternal. Though we shan't hate the Xioquo, we have the responsibility to make war upon them to end such injustices. Our battle sisters died in the line of duty, we shall honour their sacrifice by holding their torch high and carrying it to those who still wallow in darkness."
There was fervour in her eyes. She pointed a finger towards the altar. "I'd like nine of you to step forward to light the candles to represent the fallen. No bickering and no running please." It was always good to involve the congregation a bit.