you wake up in a battlefield litteref with corpses...you are trapped under a mound of your brothers...as you crawl put...gripping the wet dirt with bloody fingers...as you hear footsteps...mixed with the gentle touches of rain upon your exhausted body....you suddenly hear a soft, feminine voice...gently speak to you...

"My Dear child....you are hurt....join us my dear....for our lord is most merciful and loving..."

You look up....seeing....the Heretic War Priestess...staring down at you with a soft expression on her pale features...her..."gods"....modified her slightly...granting her three pairs of soft breasts...and large black wings...