HE WHO WALKS THROUGH WALLS

The Sanguine are, per that legend, known only by those they have shown mercy and compassion upon. Some take the lesson well. Most fail to realize the hand that passed them by did so by choice, not by carelessness.

Whole worlds may be saved, for the sake of One who takes the less well.

Empires spared, for a pauper boy who understood the parable.

The Sanguine judge worlds, but they seek precious treasure in them at a price so high there is hardship in its bearing.

To know only, they can defeat death, take away all disease, and stand down the very force of time in eternal patience.

But for a moment to see in a living thing the understanding of why they fight fills a need for which no conquest or complete victory over an enemy can. For in these souls reside the Prayer of Blood and the willing heart of the King, and against such utter hopelessness that some stand alone and for their heart while nations burn - stay the hand of Death itself.

For in their fight against the Scourge, those things made to unmake the Prayer of Blood, come the warriors of the King.

Ordinary people who are worthy of the crown of eternal life and all the power that it brings. And whatever stone they are found within will be chipped away by Darkness to reveal the coming of the King.

What some may mistake for compassion, for it is humble in its power a stillness like the Darkness over the heart of War, is the understanding in the Prayer of Blood that before even the strongest of their kind - among some broken blade of grass, beyond a child's eyes or a widow's tears - there stand the King of Kings against them: and they are Outnumbered by One in that moment, their purpose less, and the duty of their very blood to defend this soul.

In this - Sanguine assaults may turn on a singular moment. Whole armies halt and withdraw. Suddenly abandoning planets and stars who offer no possible defense. Solely because one Sanguine finds one who is worthy there.

Their people value this so much, not as tradition - but as absolute knowledge of purpose, that it is unspoken what must be done no matter the cost.

That is how important even One person is to the Sanguine.

Worlds may burn and stars die, civilizations rise and fall, but to protect the One is glory beyond even Death.

It is not necessary that the One become Sanguine or be taken, or leave their place or people. Only that they are safe. For this reason, the Sanguine guard many worlds and galaxies, wage war, and protect the line of the One for generations beyond their meeting. Not for the blood or future, but for the faith in the One that carries their commitment beyond Death and time itself.

For in that place they dwell, they are and always will be with that person, as we would in a moment of they are eternal and connected in that place, and in each generation they are but a drop of blood or single tear from that person so long as their line lives.

This mark, a quantum seal, the placement of a 'confession' into the DNA of the one conveyed by a simple touch on the body - usually kiss on the forehead or with two fingers placed on the face, marks the line and its descendants under the compassion of the King.

Worlds will burn and dragons fall before a Sanguine allow harm to befall one under the Compassion of the King.

Because people consider them chosen, and ill befalls those who are bestowed power, the Sanguine speak none of this and deny it. But for the words in the Prayer of Blood, it is written - or so it is said.