The crusades have been going on for over 110 years, like his father before him, he had fought in countless battles on countless worlds and slaughtered countless enemy soldiers. He had been wounded numerous times, his armor was worn, scratched and damaged and the accolades adorning it were tattered.
His sword was sharp ready to cut down the enemy the enemy…but was his faith still sharp, was it willing? Had all the death and torment he had seen and caused taken a toll on him? Were the scars on his body weakening his spirit? Was his true faith being tested?
As he stood on a cliff face overlooking the capital city of Montreria, he looked into the distance contemplating about life. Tomorrow he would be storming the city walls, the last stronghold before the planet fell, another crusade, another conquest, another battle.
He snapped out of this lethargy, his rank was “Eternal Crusader”, he had an obligation to the cause, to his men, to his God to continue the battle. He would slaughter the enemy today, tomorrow, for all eternity. An “Eternal Crusader” only rests when in the arms of God.
Photos by Stelios Demiras (Mr Black Publications)
