Iron Crucifix

#95

An iron Crucifix. A simple item often carried by other members of Christianity due to its relation to the ultimate sacrifice made by their god. Upon normal inspection, it seems to be a simple trinket, but upon actual use in settings where unholy forces are at work, using it in combination with the faith generated by the wielder can hinder, harm, or even dispel said unholy presences. In cases where an unholy entity fully manifests, the crucifix can be used to protect the wielder from harm caused by lesser forces. When it comes to stronger forces though, it can only weaken the effects of their attacks on the wielder of the crucifix. If enough faith is generated in the presence of a location that has been warped by unholy forces, it can return said corrupted areas to their original state and even sanctify areas, making it more difficult for unholy entities to take hold in.

Unholy Purification #26: It was going to be an awful night. The band of demons had fully incorporated themselves into the village. The effects were plain to see, the crops had all rotted, the people were sunken and babbling in dark tongues, and the weather was hell bent on making sure that I knew I was not welcome. Nevertheless, the good work needed to be done, and the demonic forces driven out. Along the way to the center of the village, a few villagers had walked towards me with knives and sharp farming tools, but stopped within only five meters of me, not wanting to approach. It seems like the Crucifix was doing its job well, I’ll have to give it a little extra polish later. Moving along, I find my way to the center of the village and find an ancient mansion. Despite its age, it was almost clean, inviting even, but the evil inside was palpable, and I wanted no part in it. It's time to drive it out. Upon approaching the front door, it opens, and after entering, it closes. The party started immediately with a ball of unholy flames being flung my way bursting just before it reaches me, there’s an imp, or something equivalent to it. The protection only weakened the bolt that struck my side. Doubled over I pull my Crucifix off my neck and sputter out a prayer and focus onto it, which the demons around me didn’t take a liking to. They screamed, threw furniture, and some were expelled immediately, leaving behind only the smell of sulfur and a burn mark in their shape. Those that remained lashed out at me upon the conclusion of the prayer, only to find that the area around me had been sanctified and proceeded to throw themselves back in terror. It had been a long night and I wanted to sleep this entire trip away, so with the preparations with the Crucifix finished, it was time to put an end to this sick little show. I returned my Crucifix to my neck and proceeded forward towards my foes.