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Radiant Horned Huntress Dorris blasting and burning Demons away in a rapturous state. A Sanguine Belial of impeccable renown, chose Exile to Dismalia for the purpose of purifying the Wasteland Frontier as the herald of the Dragon's Crusade to dissolve Demons and welcome any willing passionate soul.

Eye gouger Grotesque that accumulates arcane strength via the extirpation of ocular organs from Mystic Demons whose Sigil shaped pupils harness currents of ethereal energy from the Nightmare Above. Releasing Mystic sorceries in an inverse manner as to the usual optical functions of an eye that process light, projecting the cosmic radiations of the demonic macrocosm. Rending rifts in reality resulting in the spillage of summoning wounds oozing dissolved Demon fluids that seek coagulation by devouring anything in their field of perception, heralded by the baneful eye thief Demon leading an eldritch entourage of voracious Grotesques establishing a den in what used to be a shrine to the the Dragon Titan. This action prompted crusaders of the Radiant Church to be deployed to these forsaken temples and purify it of any demonic infestation, such is the reason why Dorris partook in solemn lonesomeness for this hunt. The pay is only an extra in aggrandizing the glory of the Golden Dragon by honoring its sacred legacy by scorching this blight with her blazing blood. Three precise shots on the heart, the maw and the brain of the Demon in hasty succession as the techniques of the Radiant Church Hunters passed down through the generations to devoted melters of of the nightmarish blight, purifying the war torn Frontier one Demon at a time. Fire bound to vitality is the flow by which life in the Dismalia Wasteland can be nourished and insidious ignorance dissolved by the radiance of a passionate mind. This is why firearms such as Dorris's hand-cannon are deemed an armament ordained to the Radiant Church's finest hunters to harness the essence of their blazing blood into the flying-fang bullets loaded in their chambers, imbuing the shots with their spiritual intent to fly as if bestowed with draconic wings and never miss their cursed mark. Each fang that digs deep into a Demon's thews melting away at its malignant existence is a blessing for the Slayer to bask in gratefully.
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