[ WP ] A most noble paladin has fallen and decides to go evil . The problem is , they 're miserable at being ... you know , evil . Our former holy knight is trying to please the Dark Gods by doing really mundane things like littering and jaywalking .

`` PRAISE BE UNTO THE DARK LORD!'' I screamed as I sunk my dagger deep into the skull of the last of my sacrifices. I fell to my knees and closed my eyes, waiting to receive the dark powers promised to me. 
 The ritual was perfect, just as the necromancer had described. 4 sacrifices, each innocent and pure, the ritual symbols drawn in red, the dagger polished and sharpened, the candles fresh and trimmed.... it was all PERFECT this time. 
 
 `` He must accept me now'', I thought, `` my life as a paladin is over, I've committed unspeakable acts. He must see that my sacrifices are sincere.'' 
 
 But when I opened my eyes, nothing had changed. 
 
 I sighed in disappointment. Sister Coraline had lied to me - her garden gnomes were n't innocent. But I know the angels on her porch are as pure as the morning sun, and on the next full moon, I'll have the power promised to me.
