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"I don't judge other people, I simply make statements that are observations." Slowly he would stand and taking a chance he waded through the sea of undead. Looking down at her he shook his head a bit, "I simply think it is odd that the leader of SD found such an intrest in you almost instantly. Ironic, no." With that he fell back through his minions to take a seat on his skeletal throne.

Watching her, he felt a pang of hate spring up for SD, it was quite a bothersome thing having emotions. A long yawn would pass over his lips as he looked towards her once more and he shook his head.

"Kris, Kris, Kris, I don't hurt people for fun. That is beyond me." A tilt of his head at her second and more pressing question. "As of that, I haven't the slightest idea my dear. Possibly you could come with me, or go out on your own. Find your place, or fight against those that would have used you." He would pull free another strip of flesh from the corpse and he would offer it out towards her.

"Come and try this however, for me." Nodding his head slightly he would close his eyes as if saying I trust you.

A shot rang out.

Anthony looked a lot angrier. "Good Lord, man, do you have no decency?! I admit that once being in a criminal organization doesn't exactly give me the powers to judge what is and is not right, but converting such an innocent to your cause is despicable. I will not stand this man's lies any longer!"

Suddenly, he was face to face with some of the zombies, who had seen him as a threat and blocked his path. From his neck, Jeremy took a chain and held it up, upon it a small cross.

"AQUERAS VERITAS!"

Immediately, the things were dust. Form his pocket, he took a vial of holy water.

Anthony raised his gun. "Well. Wouldn't you know. I do."

This time he didn't grin. "There aren't many members of the Catholic Church left who know what i know. I am perhaps the best they have to offer, and so they outfit me with everything that can be used to fight the unholy. Silver bullets are no exception, and i can kill you right now with the simple pull of a trigger."

Jeremy's expression didn't change. "'Why didn't you send help?' 'I sent three boats, lady!'" He shook his head.

"Miss, with all due respect, I am your help, whether or not i was sent by god. You are part human, and thus a child of God. I can save you." he outstretched his hand. "Just take it. Please."

Alexi was watching the going on's with mild contempt, and this time instead of zombies he sent his own personal guard to help her. The five skeletons would rush out from behind him, blades drawn, "No simple holy water will kill these." A laugh passed his lips as he drew his arm back and with a flick of his wrist he shot the spinal cord he held out.

The bone spear as it were now, became ghostly, and very transparent. A growl passed his lips at the exertion he put behind the spell that held it together and a soild as steel. "There is no corruption, there is only purification, am I correct? My father was a priest in the Catholic Church, he was also the one who taught me my art. Faith is blind, and so is hate."

Anthony looked at his own hand and poured his vial fof holy water over it, breaking the thing all over his hand.

When he looked up, his eyes were glowing white. Balls of white light coalesced around clenched fists as he seemed to rise into the air about an inch. "No," he proclaimed with the authority of an ancient king, "you will not touch me! I have braved the Can-Toi of the Barrens, I have all but eliminated the Grandfathers, save one!" he said angrily, with the righteous fury of those who have been scorned. "I wounded Barlow after Callahan, God rest his poor soul, fell from grace. I excorsised Emily Rose!"

He began to lift in the air afout half a foot, and a wind blew around his feet. "I am the High Excorsist of the Catholic Church," he said in a voice that was not his own. "And I will NOT be done in by a half breed and a fool!!!"

Anthony's eyes started to fade as he lowered himself and came into his own being. "Yes, perhaps for now you are Kristina Felne. I was referring to the physical abilities that most half-lycans posess. However, when the full moon strikes, you are a lesser creature. You must be, if I am to do my job quickly and without self-doubt. Unlike this....this conjurer you see before you, I have morals. I ask not that you work for me, Kristina. I have no need of an understudy, the Church assigns me many." He was normal now, the same well dressed Italian that had suddenly Appeared. "However, this man is nothing but an agent of evil, the Crimson King's court jester who aspires to rise beyond that of a mere clown and into noblehood." He narrowed his eyes. "He knows not with whom or what he plays," he spat.