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-A Night Sentinel's Oath-
For the Doom Slayer we fight.
Our swords protect the worlds at night.
For when a soul is in need.
We do what we must and save them-
By our Creed.
-Court Poet, Night Sentinel Wald
Night Sentinel Wald swung his blade as he remembered the words he had penned.
His whole body ached as he swung and guarded as he'd practiced for years.
The ache was good. The ache was necessary. If he still felt pain or pride or happiness love or anger , it meant he was still human.
"In that humanity I fight."
His curly brown and blond hair had been cut short so no demon would grasp it in battle. His skin was a brown sandy complexion, with scars and orange freckles gained from standing watch in the pit. His eyes were brown but now tinged a slight red from his long arduous battles in the inferno. He used to be an occult scientist for the United Aerospace Corporation before, he Wald, became a Night Sentinel.
Now brought to the glorious battle against the night hordes he used to study did find his true calling.
No other answers were needed, no fears or doubts took hold.
The only things he needed faith in was his bond with fellow knights, his holy sword and his maintained armor. In this faith he would not question nor yield.
If he yielded, he would be no Sentinel, and no proper knight of the Doom Slayer.