A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

Redit had sensed an ominous presence, though he could not determine its exact source.

Ominous forces were not always people.

But this time, they were.

In the Sacred Church of the Abyss, a bishop oversaw a single parish.

Above them, an archbishop governed multiple parishes.

And beyond them stood the apostles—few in number but absolute in power.

Now, one of these apostles had personally taken action.

His name was Redit.

"I will make him food for the worms."

He envisioned the man called Enkrid and steadied his resolve.

By simply willing it, his authority could manifest.

But Redit did not release it yet.

He hoarded his power for a single purpose—to kill one man.

Redit had been born in a village near the Abyss.

Before reaching the age of ten, he had exterminated every villager.

Even the livestock.

His innate power was curses.

With a mere gaze, he could burst a heart.

With just intent, he could make insects fester beneath his victim's skin.

Yet, he had not been an apostle from birth.

He became one at fifteen, after an encounter that changed everything.

For years, he had wandered the continent, feared as the incarnation of the devil.

Then, he met someone his powers did not work on.

"Amusing."

A man whose heart refused to burst.

A man whose flesh wriggled with burrowing insects—yet he did not even frown.

A man who smiled as flies gnawed at his skin.

"Try again."

An untouchable being.

"Follow me, and I shall teach you to call your pitiful gift an authority."

The man had radiated light.

To Redit, he was salvation.

"Who are you?"

Redit had asked.

The man had only smiled.

"I am the voice of those betrayed by false gods. I walk the thorned path for my master."

Redit had wept.

He knew—he had lived his life for this moment.

"Follow the Father. I shall open the gates to a new world for you."

Thus, Redit had been reborn.

He trained under his Father, refining his power until his curses became authority.

He became the Apostle of Curses.

"Father, I take my leave."

The Wolf Bishop was dead.

The Church’s plans had been foiled.

And the cause?