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...the girl only manages to whisper
<span class="mu-i">Who are you, Lord?</span>
<span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-b">The right hand sword of the Father, the Taxiarch of the Divine, Michael. That is my name.</span></span> His presence is heavy and uncomfortable, black energy oozes from him like octopus ink, yet filled with tremendous strength. So tremendous that the girl finds herself unconsciously kneeling in front of him, forehead berried deep in the soft grass. <span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-b">You will do my will and I am cursing you with two burdens to bear and you can forget about Purgatory, as the highest heaven will await you once your purpose here is done!</span></span> The girl feels like a shell waiting to be burdened with His burdens, no strength in her to protest her forced fate. She is filled with His will, her face darkens and her world becomes black and white, this is the weight of the Divine hand hovering above. The girl becomes <span class="mu-s">Joan d'Ark</span>.
Michael's two burdens are:
<span class="mu-i">1. "I am your strength if your heart trusts in me, if your heart leaps in joy for me, if you sing praises for me, I am your fortress of salvation as you are my anointed one!"</span> Joan and anyone who follows her would not know fear or hesitation or doubt in any form. She receives the <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">[Saint's fearlessness]</span></span>
<span class="mu-i">2. "Stay maiden, which would please me, and obtain that kindness from me, as whatsoever thing is pure, that thing is lovely"</span> Joan would never know a lover's touch or bear motherly fruit and for that in reverence bishops will bow, knights will kneel and peasants will touch her feet. Joan becomes the <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">[Maiden of Orléans]</span></span>
<span class="mu-i">3. "How is it that they are afraid to stretch out their hand to destroy the Lord’s anointed? Go forth and cut them down as you are the righteous and they aren't"</span> Smoldering pitch black sword rings with mighty reverberations and sings unfamiliar frequency in or out Joan's sheath, giving headaches and imbalance to anyone around who isn't her. Tar drools from its blade and combusts in blue flames when stricken in metal, spreading great fear to those around. Joan receives the <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">[Sword of Archangel]</span></span>. Can't be used with <span class="mu-i">[Saint's fearlessness]</span>
<span class="mu-i">4.</span> Saint Michael silently unbuckles the precious stone around his neck and places it on Joan's. An opportunity for one fortunate event per day opens up as Joan gains <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">[Lucky Alexandrite]</span></span> Stacks with <span class="mu-i">[Saint's fearlessness]</span>
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