Many years passed. The role of the inquisitor was as a commander of a large group of devotees. Over time he came to realise they were an armed mob of fanatics. The inquisition encountered one or two events of antimony (demons, demonic artifacts and demon worshipers) in all of the time he was with them. Yet there were a hundred Inquisitors. His faith in the pancreator did not fail, but his faith in the elder's on Pyre wained slowly over time.

It seemed to him that his primary role was as a hunting dog, even though he wore an extremely high tech set of 'robes' his primary task was to hunt down technology that the church did not approve of, and destroy it. The list of what was proscribed included some truly heinous technology, like genetics and biological warfare. He did not encounter any of those items in all of his years. It seemed in fact that the whim of the elder's changed with each report he submitted.

Cybernetics were proscribed and he was cutting the stuff out of people, until Prince Heironous Decados lost a leg after a duel and needed cybernetic assistance to walk. After that report to the scratchy little grey holograms of the elders in the comms room of the starship he commanded, he was ordered to cease the hunt on cyberware. A year later the ruling was that cyberware required for medical reasons was permitted, and the rest was proscribed so he was to resume his hunt.

Duke Logan Hawkwood then infamously used his enhanced speed and strength to capture the city of Dyrak on Lemenkainen. This was a significant victory for the known worlds, and one of the battles which brought the Vuldrok wars to an end. The rule was then changed to both 'medical reasons and with special dispensation from the Patriarch'. That rule quickly became, 'or any priest of significant rank'. After that he secretly started to selectively ignore reports of cyberware use.

Then there was the destruction of the Animen. The ancestors of these sad individuals had been experimented on by long dead scientists, they cropped up from time to time, usually hidden in hard to reach places around the universe, most were harmless. However as they were viewed as particularly nastly mutations, when encountered it was his sad duty to execute them. Or 'put them down'. In his travels he encountered a man with the head of a bull who could not speak as his vocal chord was also a bull's. The man was a dim witted lump, he had grown up in secret, hidden by his parents until a devout neighbour had seen the boy digging a cesspit in the back yard. Neither parent were detectable as mutants. He put the boy down, the action was not popular with the town. It turned out that they felt pity, not fear for the lad. Harmless and dim witted, were not evil. The woman who gave the boy up however, she did the act in vengeance after the father had been caught sleeping with her sister, the scandal broke her family up. Barely making it back to the cruiser in one piece, leaving behind a baying mob and a situation much worse for the silly tattle tale. After his report he was commanded to hunt down the entire family line. He was not trained in genetics of course, that was a proscribed study, but he did not agree with the logic of the elders. The elders had ruled that the boys mother and all of his living paternal relations were to be executed. He followed the order, he did not agree with it and refused to watch his men do the deed. Though he was required to broadcast a surmon which advertised the event in a positive light, for the church and the inquisition. The mother escaped the justice, and so he was forced to hunt her. Rather obviously he found her hiding in her parents house. He shot her on the spot, although he saw the look of the bull in her father. He knew he had ordered the deaths of innocent people, or rather the elders had done so through him. He ignored his own eyes, and deliberately failed to report the suspicion.

He was further alerted to these acts as ones of evil by his Hubris. The punishment bestowed upon a theurge by the Pancreator for his wrong doings. His hubris rose to a significant level, he would cause fear to all who met or saw him, his appearance was monstrous, his voice sinister and powerful. Even without the suit and the escort of violent fanatics that accompanied him everywhere he would cause terror simply by walking into a room.

His faith brought him great sadness, but it also demanded unquestionable loyalty. And so when he confessed that his hubris had risen to the point that his job was becoming impossible he was summoned back to Pyre. Here he supplicated himself and surrendered all of his sins, including his doubts. He was surprised to find that the confession was accepted and a small act of penance was demanded, but only for the sin of doubt. His hubris dropped significantly after the ritual and though he still looked like a monster, he was not feared and could walk amongst the public again. Dogs still barked and cats still ran in fear, and he could not stop dropping hints to strangers about his past orders, but this was half as bad as it had been for a very long time. The simple act of the ritual actually caused more doubt in him, not more faith or fanaticism.

The sin of being born a psychic changed in that year. It had also been a long standing rule that the psychic gene was to be exterminated from human history. The noble house of Thana were known to be strange, they were over seven feet tall, unusually gaunt, had translucent hair and filled a room with an eerie presence when they glided in. Brother Pietr unearthed evidence that they were in fact all psychic, the entire royal family and most of the minor nobles too. The order was then changed to 'except House Thana'. The house deserved no such protection as far as he could tell. One day he was given the task of collecting a sizeable stipend from house Thana, which he presented on their behalf to the elders of Pyre. This increased his cynicism, but not his doubt. His doubt increased when he was ordered to kill the blood relatives of a powerful psychic. The girl in question was saved at the last minute by an argument from her brother, who was a powerful Theurge. He presented numerous proof's of her faith and good character. After he reported the results to the elders he was ordered to use his judgement, they strongly hinted that the priest should donate a large sum of wealth because he dared to oppose the inquisition. This the priest had already anticipated, though he had thought it unlikely that the matter of wealth would be brought up, there it was. He presented the amount and suddenly the elders confirmed that the girl was accepted into their program of penitent psychics. She was even allowed to practice, provided she performed tasks for the church and submitted all of her earnings too. She was permitted a meagre salary, just enough subsistance to live on. But she was happy with the judgement, she was alive.

His became worried that his hubris would rise again, when he committed a sinful crime all of his own. On his next rotation on Pyre, he spent six months in meditation and then presented a very similar set of issues that he had done on his last visit. He lied through the whole of his confession. He changed some of the details, but not a lot. He viewed this as a test of the faith of his elders, and it should have earned him a certain rise in hubris. Somehow it did not, and worse. They performed the ritual again. His skin cleared of the burn scars which caused him to appear monstrous, the voices at the back of his mind calmed and he could even feel that the taint had vanished.

His faith had been cheapened by these elders at that moment. His hubris was punishment for his sins, and it had all been gained by following orders. He had been taught to accept punishments for simply being a Theurge, it was claimed it caused pride to be blessed by the pancreator with the ability to perform minor miracles. And yet, if he were to commit a sin, all he needed to do was to lie to the elders who tended the eternal flame and they would remove the taint.

As his cruiser departed Pyre he asked for it to be displayed on the viewscreen. The navigator complied, he thought the crewman was little more than an automated crofter, doing the bidding of old men hidden behind smoke without thought or compassion. He vowed that he would never return. It had become his home, but now he felt like a weight was lifted from his shoulders as he watched it diminish on the screen. As chance would have it, or the pancreator's will would have it, he had taken to wearing his robes most of the time, even on board the cruiser, it usually hid his horrifying visage. Now it hid the face of a handsome thirty something man with a large grin on his face.

The cruiser landed on the planet of Leagueheim several months later. This was a strange world and he had seen most of them. The large cruiser docked with the spaceport like it was a hornet crawling into a recess in the gables of a house. The spaeport was vast, an upside down cone or hive. The entire planet spread out from this central hub, like a single city. Though he assumed the situation was more complex than that.

His orders were something to do with a gang of mutants called reavers, gathering in large numbers and causing riots. He had not really listened.

"Wait here" he ordered the crew, the dozen soldiers who usually accompanied him immediately assumed he only meant the ship and followed anyway.

The innocent people of the high tech city planet parted as he walked. He could see through the suits HUD that they were terrified. Many of them even bowed their heads in shame, or perhaps simply not wishing to be noticed. He of course had no idea where he was going, he had not actually listened to the mission brief, except for a single word 'Kesparate'.

He commanded the sergeant to find passage to Kesparate. This turned out to be a huge train, wrapped in blue coils. They were under the planets surface by this point he was sure of it. He and his team were given a nobles car and left alone. He was used to that sort of gift, but he always hated to be given something without earning it. The train lurched and he sat facing forwards in the carriage, which was laid out like a lounge. He sat in silence, meditating. His men guarded him.

Kesparate turned out to be on, or rather near the surface. It seemed that it was the centre, or at least the bustling hub of the planet sized city. He found a way up. They walked for an hour before he found himself on the very top of a plateau of plasteel towers, each one connected to the other. After enjoying the view for some time he pointed at a random pinnacle.
"Sargeant, that spire has a view of a canyon of plasteel buildings". This was only true because the zoom in the HUD of his robes were showing it to him. "That canyon houses our targets, I want you to set up a command post there. I will walk the canyon first, then join you at the summit."

He started in the route he had told his soldiers that he would go in. Then found an elevator at the side of a building which was so large it had a four lane road passing through it. He was surprised to find the road was so quiet. In fact as he stepped into the elevator he realised that from the bustling heart near the railway station they had walked only a mile or so, granted it was as fair distance vertically too, nevertheless he was surprised at how quiet it was.

The data which he barely paid attention too had a number like 40 billion in the population column. This he had assumed to be a mistake, the place was a planet sized city but that number would surely mean the city centre was jam packed. Here was an almost empty space and a deserted road half a mile up.

The route he followed was so random after he exited the elevator that he lost his bearings. He realised that his suit was drawing attention. He removed it and hid it in a dumpster. He thought about marking the spot somehow, but decided that the universe was better without the suit. Without it there would be one less Inquisitor.

He actually grew a beard.

Several details of his past started to disappear from his memory. He liked that. He found a small community well below the surface of Kesparate and became a simple village priest again. They did not really understand why he wore red instead of the usual grey, or black so he adopted the simple clothes that the people donated to him.

He found out about the rally from a simple flier, aliensRfree it said on the front. It looked more like a party than a political rally, but when he read the blurb on the back it told him about the movement. They were a group who seemed to be worried about the administration of a college of some kind, and were particularly keen to remind everyone that although mutants were illegal, aliens and nobles who were probably mutants were not.

Several of the younger villagers in the tunnel where he had been staying seemed to be going, so he joined them.

So he went from tunnel (a five storey illuminated tube filled with buildings and even a street), back up to Kesparate. He found himself out side of the railway station and wondered what his soldiers had done. He thought with a smirk that they were probably at the top of that spire waiting for him.

The party was huge, it required a prepaid ticket. Which he had bought through one of the villagers. He had never seen a million people in one place before, and here was a million teenagers and twenty somethings, even some young children at a huge fair. Their were stalls selling unusual foods, people in alien and mutant masks, people smoking strange things, stalls where you could gamble against your own skill for various cuddly toys. And several large stages inside arenas surrounded by moving picture screens showing the performers from all stages in all of the arenas. It was very confusing.

He tried many things, but eventually decided that what he wanted to do the most was to to listen to the organisers giving their speech. So he made his way early into the main stage. The closest he could get was near the large steel structure around fifty metres away, but the sound and the screens made that no issue at all.

He had a beer of some kind, and a hot dog. He was pretty sure that the beer should not be cold, red and fizzy and he was reasonably confident that the hot dog did not contain any meat. There were no animals on the planet at all in fact. He had a pocket full of sweets, and a few snacks for later in his knapsack.

He noticed the strange girl with crazy eyes spinning happily to the beat of the music, a large human slumped by the fence behind him who appeared to be covered in bright coloured paint. He was dressed all in white and had a pink cowboy hat over his face. The music was pretty loud, so he figured the guy was passed out. He checked over at him a few times, and was relieved when he moved. The other revellers around him were simply bouncing up and down in time to the music. He sort of felt silly joining in, but he realised he would stand out if he did not.

Looking around carefully he noticed a balcony high above. It was similar to the one where he had seen the road, it was full of lights and people. The party must have spread all the way over there too. He also realised that this area was a dull grey storage yard only a few months ago, and now here it was transformed into a festival.

He sipped the strange fizzy drink they called beer, closed his eyes and tapped his feet to the strange music. He realised with a little irony that of all of the masked people present, he was probably the most alien.