Inquisitor Ignatious

"What I want to know is if you still have command of your Holy Flames…"

Nyrielle's words pierced directly to Ingatious's heart, inflicting a wound he had long thought he'd become numb to. Once, his flames had been his greatest pride, or perhaps, they had been the fuel for his unbridled arrogance. Of all the Inquisitors summoned to fight beside the Lothians in the War of Undying Demons, he had stood in the Church's vanguard, bathing the land in cleansing flames and leaving nothing but sacred, purified ash in his wake. 

At the time, he'd felt that he was destined to join the ranks of the Exemplars at the end of the campaign. The war was a crucible for him in which he tempered his faith against the greatest threat humans had faced since the end of the second crusade. Deep in his heart, he felt that he was answering his calling and that the Holy Lord of Light himself had placed him on a path to unparalleled glory.